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The same distinction applies to the mimicry, precise conception of the causes of those opif it may be so called, of an author's style and posite sensations, -and to trace to the noblemanner of writing. To copy his peculiar ness of the diction and the inaccuracy of the phrases or turns of expression—to borrow the reasoning—the boldness of the propositions grammatical structure of his sentences, or the and the rashness of the inductions—the magmetrical balance of his lines-or to crowd and nificence of the pretensions and the feebleness string together all the pedantic or affected of the performance, those contradictory judg. words which he has become remarkable for ments, with the confused result of which he using-applying, or misapplying all these had been perplexed in the study of the original. without the least regard to the character of The same thing may be said of the imitation his genius, or the spirit of his compositions, is of Darwin, contained in the Loves of the Trito imitate an author only as a monkey might angles, though confessedly of a satirical or imitate a man—or, at best, to support a mas- ludicrous character. All the peculiarities of querade character on the strength of the Dress the original poet are there brought together, only; and at all events, requires as little talent, and crowded into a little space; where they and deserves as little praise, as the mimetic can be compared and estimated with ease. exhibitions in the neighbourhood of Port-Syd- His essence in short, is extracted, and sepaney. It is another matter, however, to be able rated in a good degree from what is common to borrow the diction and manner of a cele- to him with the rest of his species;-and brated writer to express sentiments like his while he is recognised at once as the original own-to write as he would have written on from whom all these characteristic traits have the subject proposed to his imitator—to think been borrowed, that original itself is far better his thoughts, in short, as well as to use his understood-because the copy presents no words—and to make the revival of his style traits but such as are characteristic. appear but a consequence of the strong con- This highest species of imitation, therefore, ception of his peculiar ideas. To do this in all we conceive to be of no slight value in fixing the perfection of which it is capable, requires the taste and judgment of the public, even talents, perhaps, not inferior to those of the with regard to the great standard and original original on whom they are employed—to- authors who naturally become its subjects. gether with a faculty of observation, and a The pieces before us, indeed, do not fall cordexterity of application, which that original rectly under this denomination :-the subject might not always possess; and should not only to which they are confined, and the occasion afford nearly as great pleasure to the reader, on which they are supposed to have been proas a piece of composition,—but may teach him duced, having necessarily given them a cersome lessons, or open up to him some views, tain ludicrous and light air, not quite suitable which could not have been otherwise disclosed to the gravity of some of the originals, and

The exact imitation of a good thing, it must imparted to some of them a sort of mongrel be admitted, promises fair to be a pretty good character in which we may discern the feathing in itself; but if the resemblance be very tures both of burlesque and of imitation. striking, it commonly has the additional ad- There is enough, however, of the latter to anvantage of letting us more completely into the swer the purposes we have indicated above; secret of the original author, and enabling us while the tone of levity and ridicule may to understand far more clearly in what the answer the farther purpose of admonishing the peculiarity of his manner consists, than most authors who are personated in this exhibition, of us should ever have done without this as- in what directions they trespass on the borders sistance. The resemblance, it is obvious, can of absurdity, and from what peculiarities they only be rendered striking by exaggerating a are in danger of becoming ridiculous. A mere little, and bringing more conspicuously for- parody or travestie, indeed, is commonly made, ward, all that is peculiar and characteristic in with the greatest success, upon the tenderest the model: And the marking features, which and most sublime passages in poetry—the were somewhat shaded and confused in their whole secret of such performances consisting natural presentment, being thus magnified and in the substitution of a mean, ludicrous, or disengaged in the copy, are more easily ob- disgusting subject, for a touching or noble one. served and comprehended, and their effect But where this is not the case, and where the traced with infinitely more ease and assu- passages imitated are conversant with objects rance;-just as the course of a river, or a range nearly as familiar, and names and actions of mountains, is more distinctly understood almost as undignified, as those in the imitawhen laid down on a map or plan, than when tion, the author may be assured, that what a studied in their natural proportions. Thus, in moderate degree of exaggeration has thus Burke's imitation of Bolingbroke (the most made eminently laughable, could never have perfect specimen, perhaps, which ever will been worthy of a place in serious and lofty exist of the art of which we are speaking), we poetry:-But we are falling; we perceive, into have all the qualities which distinguish" the our ofd trick of dissertation, and forgetting our style, or we may indeed say the genius, of benevolent intention to dedicate this article to that noble writer, as it were, concentrated and the amusement of our readers.-We break brought at once before us; so that an ordinary off therefore, abruptly, and turn without farreader, who, in perusing his genuine works, ther preamble to the book. merely felt himself dazzled and disappointed The first piece, under the name of the loyal delighted and wearied he could not tell Mr. Fitzgerald, though as good, we suppose, why, is now enabled to form a definite and as the original, is not very interesting. Whether

the pit.

it be very like Mr. Fitzgerald or not, however, The main drift of the piece, however, as it must be allowed that the vulgarity, ser- well as its title, is explained in the following vility, and gross absurdity of the newspaper stanzas: scribblers is well rendered in the following - How well would our artists attend to their duties, lines:

Our house save in oil, and our authors in wit, “Gallia's stern despot shall in vain advance In lieu of yon lamps if a row of young beauties From Paris, the metropolis of France ;

Glanc'd light from their eyes between us and By this day month the monster shall not gain

(is on A foot of land in Portugal or Spain.

Allun'd to the scene, when the pale yellow moon See Wellington in Salamanca's field

Tower and tree, they'd look sober and sage ; Forces his favourite General to yield, (Marmont And when they all wink'd their dear peepers in Breaks through his lines, and leaves his boasted

unison, Expiring on the plain without an arm on:

Night, pitchy night would envelope the stage. Madrid he enters at the cannon's mouth,

Ah! could I some girl from yon box for her youth And then the villages still furiher south!

pick, Base Bonaparte, filled with deadly ire,

I'd love her as long as she blossom'd in youth' Sets one by one our playhouses on fire:

Oh! while is the ivory case of the toothpick, Some years ago he pounced with deadly glee on But when beauty smiles how much whiler the The Opera House-ihen burni down the Pantheon :

1001h !!!

pp. 26, 27, Nay, still unsated, in a coat of flames, Next at Millbank he cross'd the river Thames.

The next, entitled “The Rebuilding," is in Who makes the quartern loaf and Luddites rise ? name of Mr. Southey; and is one of the best Who fills the butchers' shops with large blue flies ? in the collection. It is in the style of the Who thought in flames St. James's court to pinch? Kehama of that multifarious author; and is Who burnt the wardrobe of poor Lady Finch? Why he, who, forging for this Isle a yoke,

supposed to be spoken in the character of one

of his Glendoveers. The imitation of the Reminds me of a line I lately spoke, • The iree of Freedom is the British oak.'" diction and measure, we think, is nearly pero The next, in the name of Mr. W. Words, original.

fect; and the descriptions quite as good as the

It opens with an account of the worth, is entitled “The Baby's Début,' and burning of the old theatre, formed upon the is characteristically announced as intended to pattern of the Funeral of Arvalan. have been "spoken in the character of Nancy Lake, a girl eight years of age, who is drawn

Midnight, yet not a nose upon the stage in a child's chaise, by Samuel From Tower-hill to Piccadilly snored! Hughes, her uncle's porter.” The author does

Midnight, yet not a nose

From Indra drew the essence of repose ! not, in this instance, attempt to copy any of See with what crimson fury, the higher attributes of Mr. Wordsworth’s By Indra fann'd, the god of fire ascends the waits poetry: But has succeeded perfectly in the

of Drury! imitation of his mawkish affectations of child- The tops of houses, blue with lead, ish simplicity and nursery stammering. We

Berd beneath the landlord's tread;

Master and 'prentice, serving-man and lord, hope it will make him ashamed of his Alice

Nailor and tailor. Fell, and the greater part of his last volumes

Grazier and brazier, -of which it is by no means a parody, but a Thro' streets and alleys pour'd, very fair, and indeed we think a flattering All, all abroad to gaze. imitation. We give a stanza or two as a

And wonder at the blaze."-pp. 29, 30. specimen :

There is then a great deal of indescribable “My brother Jack was nine in May,

intriguing between Veeshnoo, who wishes to And I was eight on New Year's Day; rebuild the house through the instrumentality So in Kale Wilson's shop

of Mr. Whitbread, and Yamen who wishes to Papa (he's my papa and Jack's)

prevent it. The Power of Restoration, howBought me last week a doll of wax, And brother Jack a top.

ever, brings all the parties concerned to an

amicable meeting; the effect of which, on “ Jack's in the pouis-and this it is.

the Power of Destruction, is thus finely repreHe thinks mine came to more than his,

sented :So to my drawer he goes, Takes out ihe doll, and, oh, my stars!

“Yamen beheld, and wither'd at the sight; He pokes her head between the bars,

Long had he aim'd the sun-heam to control, And mells off half her nose !''-pp. 5, 6.

For light was hateful to his soul: Mr. Moore's Address is entitled “The Liv. Go on. cried the hellish one, yellow with spleen:

Go on, cried the hellish one, yellow with spite ; ing Lustres," and appears to us a very fair Thy toils of the morning, like lıbaca's queert, imitation of the fantastic verses which that

I'll toil to undo every nighi. ingenious person indites when he is merely The lawyers are met at the Crown and Anchor, gallant; and, resisting the lures of voluptuous

And Yamen's visage grows blanker and blanker ness, is not enough in earnest to be tender. It The lawyers are met at the Anchor and Crown, legins :

And Yamen's cheek is a russety brown.

Veeshnoo, now ihy work proceeds! "O) why should our dull retrospective addresses

The solicitor reads, Fall damp as wet blankets on Drury Lane fire ?

And, merit of merit ! Away with blue devils, away with distresses,

Red wax and green ferret And give the gay spirit to sparkling desire !

Are fix'd at the foot of the deeds!" Let artists decide on ihe beauties of Drury,

The richest to me is when woman is there ; The onestion of Houses I leave to the jury;

“Drury's Dirge," by Laura Matilda, is not The fairest to me is the house of the fair."-p.25. 1 of the first quality. The verses, to be sure,

pp. 35, 36,

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are very smooth, and very nonsensical—as venturously assumed by the describer. After was intended : But they are not so good as the roof falls in, there is silence and great con Swift's celebrated Song by a Person of Qua- sternation: lity; and are so exactly in the same mea

“ When lo! amid the wreck uprear'd sure, and on the same plan, that it is impos

Gradual a moving head appear’d, sible to avoid making the comparison. The And Eagle firemen knew reader may take these three stanzas as a 'Twas Joseph Muggins, name rever'd, sample :

The forenian of their crew,

Loud shouted all in sign of woe, “ Lurid smoke and frank suspicion,

'A Muggins to the rescue, ho!'
Hand in hand reluctant dance ;

And pour'd the hissing vide :
While the god fulfils his mission,

Meanwhile the Muggins foughi amain,
Chivalry resigns his lance.

And strove and struggl'd all in vain,

For rallying but to fall again,
Hark! the engines blandly thunder,

He tortor'd, sunk, and died !
Fleecy clouds dishevellid lie ;

Did none attempı, before he fell,
And the firemen, mute with wonder,

To succour one they lov'd so well ?
On the son of Saturn cry.

Yes, Higginbottom did aspire, “ See the bird of Ammon sailing,

(His fireman's soul was all on fire)

His brother chief to save;
Perches on the engine's peak,
And the Eagle fireman hailing,

But ah! his reckless generous ire
Soothes them with its bickering beak.”

Serv'd but to share his grave!

Mid blazing beams and scalding streams, “A Tale of Drury," by Walter Scott, is,

Thro' fire and smoke he dauntless broke, upon the whole, admirably executed; though

Where Muggins broke before.

But sulphury stench and boiling drench, the introduction is rather tame. The burning

Destroying sight, o'erwhelm'd him quite; is described with the mighty Minstrel's char- He sink to rise no more! acteristic love of localities :

Saill o'er his head, while Fale he bray'd,

His whizzing water-pipe he wav'd; " Then London's sons in nightcap woke!

· Whitford and Mitford, ply your pumps ! In bedgown woke her dames;

• You, Clutterbuek, come stir your stumps, For shouls were heard 'mid fire and smoke,

• Why are you in such doletul dumps ? And twice len hundred voices spoke,

• A fireman, and afraid of bumps ! • The Playhouse is in flames!'

• What are they fear'd on. fools? 'od rot 'em!' And lo! where Catherine Street extends, Were the last words of Higginbottom." A fiery tail its lustre lends

To every window pane :
Blushes each spout in Martlet Court,

The rebuilding is recorded in strains as And Barbican, moth-eaten fort,

characteristic, and as aptly applied :And Covent Garden kennels sport, A bright ensanguin'd drain ;

Didst mark, how toil'd the busy train Meux's new brewhouse shows the light,

From morn to eve, till Drury Lane
Rowland Hill's chapel, and the height

Leap'd like a roebuck from ihe plain ?
Where patent shot they sell :

Ropes rose and sunk, and rose again,
The Tennis Court, so fair and tall,

And nimble workmen trod. Partakes the ray with Surgeons' Hall,

To realize hold Wyati's plan The ticket porters' house of call,

Rush'd many a howling Irishman, Old Bedlam, close by London wall,

Loud clatter'd many a porter can,
Wright's shrimp and oyster shop withal,

And many a ragamuffin clan,
And Richardson's Hotel."'-pp. 46, 47.

With trowel and with hod.”-pp. 52, 53. The mustering of the firemen is not less

“The Beautiful Incendiary,” by the Honmeritorious :

ourable W. Spencer, is also an imitation of

great merit. The flashy, fashionable, artifi" The summon'd firemen woke at call

cial style of this writer, with his confident And hied them to their stations all.

and extravagant compliments, can scarcely Starting from short and broken snoose,

be said to be parodied in such lines as the Each sought his pond'rous hobnail'd shoes ; But first his worsted hosen plied,

following: Plush breeches next in crimson dyed,

· Sobriety cease to be sober, His nether bulk embrac'd ;

Cease labour lo dig and to delve ! Then jacket thick, of red or blue,

All hail to this tenih of October, Whose massy shoulder gave to view

One thousand eight hundred and twelve! The badge of each respective crew,

Hah! whom do my peepers remark?
In tin or copper traced.

'Tis Hebe with Jupiter's jug! The engines thunder'd thro' the street,

Oh, no! 'uis the pride of the Park, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete,

Fair Lady Elizabeth Mugg!
And torches glared, and clatiering feet

But ah! why awaken the blaze
Along the pavement paced."'--p. 48.

Those bright burning-glasses contain,

Whose lens, with concentrated rays, The procession of the engines, with the Proved fatal to old Drury Lane! badges of their different companies, and the 'Twas all accidental, they cry: horrible names of their leaders, is also admi- Away with the flimsy humbug! rable-but we cannot make room for it. The 'Twas fir’d by a flash from the eye

Of Lady Elizabeth Mugg! account of the death of Muggins and Higginbottom, however, must find a place. These "Fire and Ale," by M. G. Lewis, is not are the two principal firemen who suffered on less fortunate; and exhibits not only a faiththis occasion; and the catastrophe is describ- ful copy of the spirited, loose, and flowing ed with a spirit, not unworthy of the name so I versification of that singular author, but a very

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just representation of that mixture of extrava

And again :gance and jocularity which has impressed

“ Thus with the flames that from old Drury rise most of his writings with the character of a Its elements primæval sought the skies, sort of farcical horror. For example :- There pendulous to wait the happy hour,

When new attractions should restore their power " The fire king one day rasher amorous felt; te mounied his hot copper filly ;

Here embryo sounds in æther lie conceal'd

Like words in northern atmosphere congealid. His breeches and boots were of tin; and the belt

Here many an embryo laugh, and half encore, Was made of cast iron, for fear it should meli

Clings to the roof, or creeps along the floor.
With the heat of the copper colt's belly.
Sure never was skin half so scalding as his !

By puffs concipient some in æther fit,

And soar in bravos from the thund'ring pit ; When an infanı, 'l was equally horrid,

While some this mortal life abortive niiss, For the water when he was bapuz'd gave a fizz, And bubbl'd and simmer'd and staried off, whizz: Crush'd by a groan, or murder'd by a hiss.”—p. 57. As soon as it sprinkl'd his forehead.

"The Theatre," by the Rev. G. Crabbe, Oh then there was glitter and fire in each eye,

we rather think is the best piece in the colFor two living coals were the symbols ; His teeth were calcin'd, and his tongue was so dry imitation, not only of the peculiar style, but

lection. It is an exquisite and most masterly It rattled against them as though you should try

To play the piano in thimbles.''--pp. 68, 69. of the taste, temper, and manner of descripThe drift of the story is, that this formida- tion of that most original author; and can ble personage falls in love with Miss Drury ture of that style or manner-except in the

hardly be said to be in any respect a caricathe elder, who is consumed in his ardent embrace! when Mr. Whitbread, in the character excessive profusion of puns and verbal jingles of the Ale King, fairly bullies him from a

—which, though undoubtedly to be ranked similar attempt on her younger sister, who among his characteristics, are never so thick. has just come out under his protection.

sown in his original works as in this admira. We have next “Playhouse Musings,” by

ble imitation. It does not aim, of course, at Mr. Coleridge--a piece which is unquestion- any shadow of his pathos or moral sublimity; ably Lakish-though we cannot say that we

but seems to us to be a singularly faithiol recognise in it any of the peculiar traits of copy of his passages of mere description. It that powerful and misdirected genius whose begins as follows:name it has borrowed. We rather think,

“ 'Tis sweet to view from half-past five to six, however, that the tuneful Brotherhood will Our long wax candles, with short cotton wicks, consider it as a respectable eclogue. This is Touch'd by the lamplighter's Promethean art, the introduction :

Start into light, and make the lighter start!

To see red Phæbus through the gallery pane “My pensive Public! wherefore look you sad ? Tinge with his beam the beams of Drury Lane, I had a grandmother; she kept a donkey

While gradual parties fill our widen'd pii, To carry to the mart her crockery ware,

And gape, and gaze, and wonder, ere ihey sit. And when that donkey look'd me in the face, “At first, while vacant seats give choice and ease, His face was sad! and you are sad, my Public! Disiant or near, they settle where they please ;

Joy should be yours : this tenth day of October But when the multitude contracts the span, Again assembles us in Drury Lane.

And seats are rare, they settle where they can. Long wept my eye to see the vimber planks

"Now the full benches, to late comers, doom Thai hid our ruins : many a day I cried

No room for standing, mi call'd landing room. Ah me! I fear they never will rebuild it!

“ Hark! the check-laker moody silence breaks, Till on one eve, one joyful Monday eve,

And bawling Pit full,' gives the check he takes." As along Charles Street I prepar'd to walk,

pp. 116, 117. Just at ihe corner. by the pastry cook's, I heard a trowel uick against a brick!

The tuning of the orchestra is given with I look'd me up, and strait a parapet

the same spirit and fidelity; but ire rather Uprose, at least seven inches o'er the planks. choose to insert the following descent of a Joy to thee, Drury! to myself I said,

playbill from the upper boxes :He of Blackfriars Road who hymn'd ihy downfal In loud Hosannahs, and who prophesied

“Perchance, while pit and gallery cry, hals off,' That flames like chose from prostrate Solyma And aw'd consumption checks his chided cough, Would scorch the hand that ventur'd to rebuild thee, Some giggling daughter of the queen of love Has prov'd a lying prophet. From that hour, Drops, reft of pin, her play-bill from above; As leisure offer'd, close to Mr. Spring's

Like Icarus, while laughing galleries clap, Box-office door, I've stood and eyed ihe builders." Soars, ducks, and dives in air, the printed scrap:

But, wiser far than he, combustion fears, of " Architectural Atoms,” translated by And, as it flies, eludes the chandeliers ; Dr. Busby, we can say very little more than 11 settles, curling, on a fiddler's curl;

Till sinking gradual, with repeated twirl, that they appear to us to be far more capable Who from his powder'd pate the intruder strikes, of combining into good poetry than the few And, for mere malice, sticks it on the spikes." lines we were able to read of the learned Doctor's genuine address in the newspapers. They might pass, indeed, for a very tolerable lowing catalogue, are also in the very spirit

The quaintness and minuteness of the fol. imitation of Darwin ;-as for instance:

of the original author-bating always the un"I sing how casual bricks, in airy climb

due allowance of puns and concetti to which Encounter'd casual horse hair, casual lime ; How rafters borne through wond'ring clouds elate,

we have already alluded :Kiss'd in their slope blue elemental slate !

“ What various swains our motley walls contain ! Clasp'd solid beams, in chance-directed fury, Fashion from Moorfields, honour from Chick Lane; And gave to birth our renovated Drury."

Bankers from Paper Buildings here resort, pp. 82, 83.

Bankrupts from Golden Square and Riches Court;

pp. 73, 74.

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The lottery cormorant, the auction shark,

“That which was organised by the moral ability The full-price master, and the half-price clerk; of one, has heen executed by the physical effort of Boys who long linger at the gallery door,

many; and DRURY LANE 'L'HEATRE is now comWith pence twice five,-they want but iwopence plete. Of that part behind the curtain, which was Till soine Samaritan the twopence spares, (more, not yet been desiined 10 glow beneath ihe brush of And sends them jumping up the gallery stairs. the varnisher, or vibrale to the hammer of the car. Critics we boast who ne'er their malice baulk, penter, little is thought by the public, and little But talk their minds,- we wish they'd mind their need be said by the committee. Truth, however, Big-worded bullies, who by quarrels live, (talk ! is not to be sacrificed for the accommodation of Who give the lie, and tell the lie they give ; either; and he who should pronounce that our edi. And bucks with pockets empty as their pate, fice has received its final embellishment, would be Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait."

disseminating falsehood without incurring favour, pp. 118, 119.

and risking the disgrace of detection without particiWe shall conclude with the episode on the

pating ihe advantage of success.

“Let it not, however, be conjectured, that beloss and recovery of Pat Jennings hat—which, cause we are unassuming, we are imbecile; that if Mr. Crabbe had thought at all of describing, forbearance is any indication of despondency, or we are persuaded he would have described humility of demerit. He that is the most assured precisely as follows :

of success will make the fewest appeals to favour;

aud where nothing is claimed that is undue, nothing • Pat Jennings in the upper gallery sat,

that is due will be withheld. A swelling opening Bui, leaning forward, Jennings lost his hat; is too often succeeded by an insignificant conclu. Down from the gallery the beaver flew,

sion. Parturient mountains have ere now produced And spurn'd the one to seule in the two.

muscipular abortions; and the auditor who com: How shall he act ? Pay at the gallery door pares incipient grandeur with final vulgarity, is reTwo shillings for what cost when new but four ? minded of the pious hawkers of Constanunople, Now, while his fears anticipate a thief,

who solemnly perambulate her streets, exclaiming, John Mullins whispers, lake my handkerchief. “In the name of the prophet-figs !'

!!"-pp. 54, 55. Thank you, cries Pat, but one won't make a line ; Take mine, cried Wilson, and cried Stokes take

It ends with a solemn eulogium on Mr. A moiley cable soon Pat Jennings ties, [mine. Whitbread, which is thus wound up:Where Spitalfields with real India vies; Like Iris' bow, down darts the painted hue

“To his never-slumbering talents you are inStarr'd, strip'd, and spotted, yellow, red, and blue. debted for whatever pleasure this haunt of the Old calico, iorn silk, and muslin new.

Muses is calculated to afford. If, in defiance of George Greene below, with palpitating hand, chaotic malevolence, the destroyer of the temple Loops the last kerchief to the beaver's band : of Diana yet survives in the name of Herostratus, Upsoars the prize; the youth with joy unfeign'd, surely we may confidenily predict, that the rebuilder Regain'd the felt, and felt what he regain'd; of the temple of Apollo will stand recorded to dis. While to the applauding galleries grateful Pat tant posterity, in that of-SAMUEL WHITBREAD." Made a low bow, and touch'd the ransom'd hat."

The Ghost of Samuel Johnson is not very Our readers will now have a pretty good good as a whole: though some passages are idea of the contents of this amusing little singularly happy. The measure and solemnity volume. We have no conjectures to offer as of his sentences, in all the limited variety of to its anonymous author. He who is such a their structure, is imitated with skill;—but master of disguises, may easily be supposed the diction is caricatured in a vulgar and un- to have been successful in concealing himpleasing degree. To make Johnson call a self;—and with the power of assuming so door “a ligneous barricado," and its knocker many styles, is not likely to be detected by and bell its " frappant and tintinabulant ap- his own. We should guess, however, that he pendages,” is neither just nor humorous; had not written a great deal in his own charand we are surprised that a writer who has acter—that his natural style was neither very given such extraordinary proofs of his talent lofty nor very grave—and that he rather infor finer ridicule and fairer imitation, should dulges a partiality for puns and verbal pleahave stooped to a vein of pleasantry so low, and santries. We marvel why he has shut out so long ago exhausted; especially as, in other Campbell and Rogers from his theatre of liv. passages of the same piece, he has shown ing poets ;—and confidently expect to have how well qualified he was both to catch and our curiosity in this and in all other particuto render the true characteristics of his original. lars very speedily gratified, when the apThe beginning, for example, we think excel- plause of the country shall induce him to take lent:

off his mask.

pp. 59, 60.

(December, 1828.) Euvres Inédites de Madame la Baronne de Staël, publiées par son Fils; précédées d'une Notice

sur le Caractère et les Ecrits de M. de Staël. Par Madame NECKER SACSSURE. Trois tomes. 8vo. London, Treuttel and Wurtz: 1820.

We are very much indebted to Madame It is, to be sure, rather in the nature of a PaneNecker Saussure for this copious, elegant, and gyric than of an impartial biography—and, affectionate account of her friend and cousin. with the sagacity; morality, and skill in com: 93

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