MOORE--The Fudges in England.
I'll print it,

And shame the fools.

If I publish this poem for you, speaking as a trader, I shall be a considerable loser. Did I publish all I admire, out of sympathy with the author, I should be a ruined man. j. BULWER-LYTTON-My Novel. Bk. VI. Ch. XIV.

If the bookseller happens to desire a privilege for his merchandize, whether he is selling Rabelais or the Fathers of the Church, the magistrate grants the privilege without answering for the contents of the book.

k. VOLTAIRE-A Philosophical Dictionary. Books. Sec. 1.

SCULPTURE.

The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mould,
The more the marble wastes
The more the statue grows.

m.

MICHAEL ANGELO- Sonnet.

Trans. by Mrs. Henry Roscoe.

In sculpture did ever any body call the Apollo a fancy piece? Or say of the Laocoon how it might be made different? A masterpiece of art has in the mind a fixed place in the chain of being, as much as a plant or a crystal.

Art.

n. EMERSON-Society and Solitude. And the cold marble leapt to life a god. 0. MILMAN-The Belvedere Apollo. Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm. p. POPE-Second Book of Horace. Ep. I. Line 146. The sculptor does not work for the anatomist, but for the common observer of life and nature.

q. RUSKIN-True and Beautiful. Sculpture.

So stands the statue that enchants the world,

So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. THOMSON-The Seasons. Summer.

7.

Corn.-Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man?

Kent. A tailor, sir; a stone-cutter, or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.

h. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 2.

Thou villain base,

Know'st not me by my clothes?
Gui.-No, nor thy tailor, rascal,

Who is thy grandfather? he made those clothes,

Which, as it seems, make thee. i. Cymbeline. Act IV.

Sc. 2.

Thy gown? why, ay;-Come, tailor, let us see't.

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi

cannon:

What! up and down, carv'd like an appletart?

Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,

Like to a censer in a barber's shop:-
Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st
thou this?
Sc. 3.

j. Taming of the Shrew. Act IV.

POPE--Rape of the Lock. Canto III.

Line 7.

Tea does our fancy aid,

Repress those vapors which the head invade,
And keeps the palace of the soul.
WALLER--On Tea.

m.

TOBACCONISTS.

Am I not-a smoker and a brother?
A VETERAN OF SMOKEDOM- The
Smoker's Guide. Ch. IV.

n.

Look at me--follow me--smell me! The "stunning" cigar I am smoking is one of a sample intended for the Captain General of Cuba, and the King of Spain, and positively cost a shilling! Oh! I have some dearer at home. Yes the expense is frightful, but it! who can smoke the monstrous rubbish of the shops?

0. A VETERAN OF SMOKEDOM--The

Smoker's Guide. Ch. IV.

To smoke a cigar through a mouthpiece is equivalent to kissing a lady through a respirator.

p. A VETERAN OF SMOKEDOM-The

Smoker's Guide. Ch. V.

Sublime tobacco! which from east to west, Cheers the tar's labour or the Turkman's rest;

Which on the Moslem's ottoman divides
His hours, and rivals opium and his brides;
Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand,
Though not less loved, in Wapping or the
Strand;

Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe,
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and
ripe;

Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties--Give me a cigar!
q.

BYRON--The Island. Canto II. St. 19.

Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

7. COWPER--Conversation. Line 251.

Our feet do make indentures,
Which we seal with stamping paces.
Tobacco is a traveller,

Come from the Indies hither;
It passed sca and land

Ere it came to my hand.

And 'scaped the wind and weather.

Tobacco's a musician,

And in a pipe delighteth;
It descends in a close,

Through the organ of the nose,
With a relish that inviteth.

b. BARTEN HOLIDAY-Song in Play of Technogamia.

Ods me I marle what pleasure or felicity they have in taking their roguish tobacco. It is good for nothing but to choke a man, and fill him full of smoke and embers.

Woman in this scale, the weed in that, Jupiter, hang out thy balance, and weigh them both; and if thou give the preference to woman, all I can say is the next time Juno ruffles thee-O Jupiter try the weed.

j.

BULWER-LYTTON-What Will He Do
With It? Bk. I. Ch. VI.

Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
The gnomes direct, to every atom just,
The pungent grains of titillating dust.
POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto V.

k.

Line 80.

TONSORIAL.

With odorous oil thy head and hair are sleek; And then thou kemb'st the tuzzes on thy cheek:

Of thy barbers take a costly care.

0. DRYDEN-Fourth Satire of Persius. Line 89.

Thy boist'rous locks, no worthy match For valour to assail, nor by the sword

*

But by the barber's razor best subdued. p. MILTON-Samson Agonistes.

Line 1164.

Hoary whiskers and a forky beard.
POPE-Rape of the Lock. Canto III.
Line 37.

1.

Thy chin the springing beard began
To spread a doubtful down, and promise man?
PRIOR-An Ode to the Memory of the
Honourable Colonel George Villiers.
Line 5.

7.

And his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3.

S.

He that hath a beard is more than a youth; and he that hath no beard is less than a man. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1.

t.

This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd,

At suit of his grey beard.

C. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 2.

What a beard hast thou got! thou hast got more hair on thy chin, than Dobbin my thill-horse has on his tail.

d. Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 2. Whose beard they have sing'd off with brands of fire;

And, ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:

My master preaches patience to him, and the while

His man with scissors nicks him for a fool. Comedy of Errors. Act V. Sc. 1.

e.

BLAIR-The Grave. Line 150.

Ye undertakers! tell us, 'Midst all the gorgeous figures you exhibit, Why is the principal conceal'd, for which You make this mighty stir?

h.

BLAIR-The Funeral Procession.

Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart, Have we beheld thee play the sexton's part? Each comic heart must now be grieved to see The sexton's dreary part performed on thee. i. ROBERT FERGUSON-On the Death of

Mr. Thomas Lancashire, Comedian.