'Don Lope Gomez Arias was a man whose will had seldom been checked, and he placed the most unbounded confidence in the magnitude of his resources, physical and intellectual. Nature had indeed been lavished in conferring on this individual' her choicest All this time the good Don Manuel was patiently favours. To the most undaunted courage and quick-waiting for an explanation, and the more the duenna ness of resolve, he united the_greatest powers of mind, explained, the more perplexed he found himself. and brilliancy of talent, but he was unfortunately divested of those genuine feelings of the heart, which alone can render these qualities desirable.

able ambition which stimulates you to deeds of noble daring, and an unworthy individual like myself cannot fee! sufficiently grateful for the honour you wish to confer upon him."

These words and the sarcastic sneer that accompanied them, exasperated Don Rodrigo to such a degree, that, turning to his rival, he pointed to the door, and, without further reply, intimated to him to follow. Gomez Arias was about to comply, when Monteblanco interposing, exclaimed,

Forbear, caballeros, forbear; this is my house, and although I am far from desiring to withhold any gentleman from the calls of honour, yet let it not be said that my mansion was made a scene of violence and bloodshed."

"Valgame Dios!" cried Roque, "Don Manuel speaks like an oracle. Nor do I think myself, this hour of night the most fit to decide such important matters. Broad day-light is certainly preferable to the glimmer of the moon and stars, for business like this." 'Theodora was ready to sink with emotion and fear, but the very imminence of the danger inspired her with a sort of desperate tranquillity. She knew that her interposition would only increase the perplexities of her situation, without preventing the accomplishment of their design. Besides, she placed much confidence in her lover's courage and superior skill in the management of arms, and ultimately she possessed that nobleness of mind that shrinks from the imputation of cowardice in the object of its admiration.

'Monteblanco's remonstrances were vain. Don Rodrigo rushed to the door with desperate haste, and Gomez Arias followed with the coolness of one to whom such scenes were familiar.

""Follow me," cried Don Rodrigo, as he bounded down the stairs with fearful alacrity.

666

Stay, Don Rodrigo," said Gomez Arias, sarcastically, not such precipitation, or you may fall before your time."

action.'

This provoking sarcasm entirely overthrew the little remaining temper which Don Rodrigo possessed. His eyes flashed fire, his whole frame shook, and, unable to restrain himself any longer, he furiously drew his sword, and fixed on the Zaguan* for the field of A combat ensues, when Roque, the valet of Gomez Arias, to prevent a misfortune, puts out the light. A groan is heard, and Don Rodrigo, supposing his rival fallen, flies precipitately. Upon examination, it turns out that the groan was uttered by Roque, who used this stratagem to separate the combatants. While Don Rodrigo is flying to the Alpujarras mountains, Don Antonio de Seyva, a gallant cavalier, and another enemy of Don Gomez, arrives at Guadix, invited by his kinsman Monteblanco, for the purpose of marrying Theodora, to the surprise and despair of that young lady. Theodora gives an appointment to her lover at night in the garden, where a distressing scene ensues, which terminates in Gomez Arias's persuading her to fly with him. They leave Guadix, and, during the journey, Gomez, taking advantage of the moment when she retired to rest, abandons her, and, influenced by ambitious views, returns to Grenada.

"I came not till he was dispatched," exclaimed Malique in a haughty tone, "otherwise the combat would not have been long dubious; but you are a cowardly set, and, had the Christian been seconded, suspect that the five who attacked him would have been disgracefully driven back but he fought alone, his dastardly servant having fled. Pity we could not catch the rascal, for he would have made a proper accompaniment to his master on the next tree."

'Theodora listened in frozen suspense, whilst another of the Moors observed, in an under-tone,

"""Twas unfortunate though, that love should have brought about his death in his last moment, he said something concerning love; and who knows but this

young maiden❞—

'Theodora heard no more,-she uttered a faint smo

thered scream, and fell lifeless into the arms of Ma-
lique.

""Give help! give help! she faints! poor damsel-
Get some water from the brook!"

They halted a moment, and, having succeeded
in calling Theodora back to life, they carry her
to Athacen, where Caneri, a descendant of the
old Moorish Kings of Cordova, keeps his head-
quarters.
We shall return again to this volume.

ABERNETHY'S LECTURES ON ANATOMY, &c.

Lectures on Anatomy, Surgery, and Pathology. By
John Abernethy, F.R.S., Surgeon to St. Bartholomew's
Hospital, &c. 1 vol. 8vo.

Mr. Abernethy would rank very high. He was the first to incorporate, in lectures of easy comprehension, many of the important discoveries in the laws of life, made by John Hunter; and it is not too much to say, that his labours have much contributed to that improvement in the treatment of surgical diseases, through the general constitution, which is now common to the great body of the profession.

"The Lancet' preserved reports of Mr. Abernethy's Lectures, in defiance of his attempts to repress them,-being protected against penalties by a point of law, if not of justice. The present volume again seems to be a copy from the Lancet, similarly protected against both the author and the original reporter. The work, therefore, does not come before the world with the authority of an acknowledged work of Mr. Abernethy; but unless he publish an edition himself, or at least revise the existing work, as Sir Astley Cooper may be supposed to have done with respect to his lectures, which were also first published in The Lancet,' and afterwards in a separate form, by his relative, Mr. Tyrrell; the present volume will have all its value.

The

Some parts of Mr. Abernethy's lectures, serve better than any medical work we recollect, to exemplify an important rule in the art of teaching all sciences, but which is not so generally adopted as it deserves; viz. to place general truths or principles before the minds of young THE weekly medical publication, The Lan- students; always as much as possible, in conneccet,' attracted notice to itself, and soon obtained tion with the facts from which the principles are a wide circulation, chiefly by reporting, closely, deduced. The enunciation of an abstract, or the lectures of some of the distinguished pro- naked general truth, offers to many, an idea exfessional teachers in London. It was eagerly tremely vague and fugitive, but if the truth be sought, on several accounts, by the pupils of the embodied in some striking fact or reality, it beLondon Schools; it saved to them the labour of comes impressed on the mind for ever. making written notes of the lectures, or of prac-sages of antiquity acted on this principle, when tising any other art to fix them in the memory: they embodied the precious maxims of moral and by taking from them the fear of forgetting, it political wisdom in beautiful fables and parables, allowed them to give a more undivided and proor in interesting examples from real life: and fitable attention to the lectures, when orally delivered; and the perusal of it at a future time the medical art in a judicious selection of striking Mr. Abernethy has often clothed principles of promised to be almost as useful as attendance on fresh courses of lectures. But the advantages of cases, related with the peculiarly happy talent which belongs to him. the work were not confined to the young students alone. Among established practitioners, there recollection of the valuable lessons of their forwere many who, by means of it, refreshed their mer teachers; and many others who prized it, as giving a good succint account of the existing

state of medical science.

The listening to an animated discourse leaves impressions on the mind incomparably stronger than the private perusal of any ordinary didactic treatise a fact acted upon by colleges which require from candidates, for honorary degrees in science, proofs of attendance at oral lectures, although excellent treatises on the various subWhen Theodora awakes, she finds herself de-jects may have been within reach. It follows, serted by her seducer, and surrounded by the enemies of her country. They carry her away, and, upon crossing a wood, she perceives a man hanging on a tree, whom, from the conversation of the Moors, she fancies to be her lover.

"The sight appears to unnerve you, lady," coolly observed her conductor, "and I wonder not, for it is a sorry sight for a tender female, and a Christian withal. Yonder scare-crow was, a short time since, a Christian knight, and is there placed a warning to his fellowcountrymen how they dare provoke the angry lion in his dominions. In each Moor will the Christian encounter a lion;-nay, something even more terrible than the king of beasts; for, joined with the mighty strength and fierce resolution of this animal, we have the reason and wounded feelings of men."

"By the prophet," said one of the Moors, "that Christian well deserved his fate; a more desperate man never did I see!"

"Aye," continued another, "he fought bravely, and we bought his life at the dear price of two comrades."

A Porch, the entrance of a building.

that such a written report of a good lecture as
will place the speaker vividly before the mind's
eye, will have utility approaching to that of the
viva voce display. Now, Mr. Abernethy's dis-
courses are singularly fitted to be thus preserved.
His felicitous talent of narrating cases, and of
seizing the salient points, whether ludicrous or
instructive, his humour, his eccentricities of man-
ner, &c., have all contributed to arouse the atten-
tion of his pupils, and to fix it on the excellent
matter usually delivered; and many of these cha-
racteristics are well retained in a written report.
We are far, however, from holding that Mr. Aber-
nethy's lessons are faultless-witness the whim of
his eternal blue pill; his carelessness of modern
improvements in the healing art; his boasted
non-acquaintance with the department of the
physician, and yet his acting as if he were master
of it, thereby misleading students as to the
amount of study required of them, &c.; but if we
were to measure the teacher's merit only by the
quantity of useful information communicated and
permanently impressed on the minds of the pupils,

Odds and Ends, from the Portfolio of an Amateur,
No. I. Basil Steuart. London, 1828.

OUR amateur appears to have taken notes of the ridiculous situations in every-day life which have come under his pen; and with the addition of a little extra charge from his own imagination, proposes to send them forth for the amusement of caricature fanciers,

in a series, of which the Number before us is the first. It contains four etchings, executed with a good deal of light and free effect, but of no great invention, and not on very spirited or mirth-stirring subjects.

JEAN PACOT.

A short piece, under this title, has been produced at the Théatre des Variétés. Its success was wholly due to the inimitable acting of Madame Baroyer, as a grandmama, which nothing could exceed for its discrimination and truth to nature; it must otherwise have fallen, as the plot is as badly managed as any one of those concoctions of our own, denominated a vehicle for music and what a set of crazy ricketty tumbrels have we not had. The characters consist of a military cook, striving to be witty; plentiful discharges of musquetry, a battle, a duel, and one passable couplet. As the subject comes barely within the limits of human comprehension, we shall have it undoubtedly reproduced at one of our great Theatres. The authors are Messieurs Francis and Dartois.

TITLE-PAGE TO THE FIRST QUARTERLY PART OF THE
ATHENAUM.

It being impossible to forward the Title-page of the Athenæum, free of postage, into the country, unless it forms part of the regular sheet, it has been so printed for general convenience; but should there be any parties who may desire separate copies of the Title, not marked by folds, as this will necessarily be, they will be printed for that purpose and supplied, at three pence each, by the Publisher,

EIGHT DAYS AT BRIGHTON-BY A FOREIGNER
OF DISTINCTION.

No. IV.

'Tout ce que vient du cœur n'est pas de la flatterie. les flatteurs n'en ont pas . . . . .

very much out of fashion.' 'I am glad to hear it,' I rejoined, for that easy and pleasant conversation which, in France, commences so naturally with the dessert, and is continued in the same tone throughout the evening, is in England cut short by this long interruption; and the subjects introduced during the absence of the ladies, In an elegant little Fly, which for velocity of being often of a serious nature, the mind on remotion well deserved its name, I left the Glou-joining them, is then less prepared for enjoying cester Hotel to proceed to Kemp-Town, which is the pleasure of familiar conversation.' probably the newest town in Europe, and which cannot fail to impress a foreigner with a high idea of the boldness and magnitude of English speculation. This place, like many celebrated towns, bears the name of its founder, who has been inspired by the honourable ambition of having his memory connected with an enterprise, of which posterity will say,

Te saxa loquuntur.'

The plan on which Kemp-Town is built combines, at once, the picturesque and the majestic. Its elegant structures, forming an amphitheatre on the acclivity of a hill, are reflected in the glassy surface beneath; and, when viewed from the sea, the town presents a miniature likeness of Genoa the Superb. A vast crescent forms the centre of the town. The houses are built on the most spacious and elegant scale; and, when finished and inhabited, the founder may justly be proud of his gigantic undertaking; I entered the town, which now, at the period of its birth, is almost as desolate as Pompeii after its two thousand years' burial; and I stopped at the door of Mr. Kemp's house, where he had that day invited a party of friends to dine. According to the English custom, I was introduced to all the guests, and their names were likewise mentioned to me. To remember people's names is sometimes a serious tax on the memory; yet the formality of an introduction gives a stranger the chance of entering into conversation with the person whom he sits next to at table, and to whom, without this indispensable ceremony, he could not take the liberty of addressing a word, even though he had been in company with him a dozen times before. * Sir Robert and his daughter arrived a few moments after me, and the company were then summoned to the dining

room.

The dinner was excellent, but contrary to the

usual custom in England, we did not sit very long at table. The conversation, which was lively and varied, was kept up with considerable talent. The plans proposed for the improvement of the new town, came under discussion. A brewery, a hotel, and baths, are already established in it; and all the elegancies and luxuries of life will follow, as soon as fashion shall give the signal. After dinner it was proposed that we should drink prosperity to the new town, and to this toast was added the health of the foreigners who had visited it. I replied to this compliment, by observing, that I had some time ago been present at a public dinner in St. Petersburgh, in celebration of the hundredth anniversary of the foundation of that city, and that I hoped the party then present, would, a century hence, assemble round the table of the hospitable founder of Kemptown, which might then, perhaps, emulate the prosperity of the city of Peter the Great.

When the ladies left the table for the drawingroom, I said to Mr. Marshall, who sat next me, 'I hope we shall not stop wine-drinking for several hours; for a table without ladies is like a parterre without roses.' Do not be uneasy on that score,' he replied; the custom you allude to is now

We did not continue long over the bottle. On
returning to the drawing-room, coffee was served,
and soon after the soiree commenced, with music.
Miss Kemp played the piano-forte and the harp,
and sang airs in different languages, with the
taste appropriate to each, while we were admiring
a collection of landscapes and flowers drawn by
her, and which indicates no less talent than ap-
plication. Accomplishments so varied, and car-
ried to so high a degree of perfection, joined to
is endowed, might well justify addressing to her
the personal charms with which the young lady
the happily expressed compliment of Fontenelle
You have been taught every art except the
art to please, and yet in that your success is com-
plete.'

At a more advanced period of the evening,
quadrilles and waltzes were danced, the inter-
vals being filled up with performances on the
guitar, in which Senor Hureta, a young Spaniard,
made us sensible of powers in that instrument,
which, perhaps, few suppose it can possess. As I
was dancing with Miss M-1, she informed me
that a public ball was given by subscription every
week, at the Ship Tavern, and that this ball, like
Almack's in London, was under the immediate
direction of three ladies, without whose permis-
sion no individual could be admitted.
room is very fine,' she added, and you must
come to it, for you will see a great number of
fashionable people there.'-'I shall be very glad,'
I said, and I will, therefore, lose no time in ap-
plying for an admission.'

'The

conversation with Mr. Kemp, of whom Cowper
In the course of the evening, I entered into
might very appropriately have said,

tween the pleasures derived from external objects and from society, I had allotted this morning to a picturesque promenade, to which Sir Robert Wilson had invited me to accompany him and his daughter. We shall make an excursion of six miles,' said he, to show you a place called the Devil's Dike.'-I seated myself in my worthy friend's carriage, and in less than an hour we arrived at the spot. From the summit of a very high hill, the view extends down a precipice of extreme depth. It will, therefore, readily appear, that the terror which this view creates, has given rise to the name. It is supposed,' said Miss Wilson, that there has been a Roman camp in this spot; and, not long ago, in digging in the neighbourhood, an urn was found, full of coins of the latter Emperors.'-We soon quitted this cheerless prospect.

Onward the scene changed as by enchantment, and presented the most extensive and varied views. Every time that I come upon this height, where we now stand,' said Sir Robert, it brings to my recollection by its position that spot in front of Dresden, on which General Moreau was mortally wounded by my side.' Were you then so near him, Sir Robert,' said I. Yes, so near him, that his Aide-de-camp, Colonel Rapatelle, and I supported him in our arms, when he fell from his horse.' I have often heard the details

of that event related, but never from authority such as yours. I feel the more interested in it, as, notwithstanding the difference of our ages, certain favourable circumstances had established a considerable degree of intimacy between General Moreau and me. I sometimes hunted with him on his own estate at Gros-bois, sometimes on Ouvrard's at Raincy. Such was the natural frankness of his character that I soon became warmly attached to him, and I participated in the general opinion of France against the spirit of despotism which dictated his unjust trial. By which,' observed Sir Robert, he was condemned to two years' imprisonment, but for which an exile to where he had a striking example of the truth of America was substituted. He had purchased a fine country-house below the falls of Delaware,

this axiom:

Quemcunque fortem videris, miserum neges.
In this retirement, he learned the diasters of the

French retreat from Moscow, and foresaw what the

'God made the country, and man the town.' To much information he has united great urbanity, and he appeared to me to be equally fitted for society and business. He explained to me result would be for France. The impression which the nature of the vast enterprise in which he was that event made on him, revived his resentment engaged, and the difficulties he had encountered against Buonaparte; and it was then, while under in the progress he has made towards the complete the influence of this feeling, that he received the execution of his plan; difficulties, which, how-first overtures of the Emperor Alexander, and deever, had not discouraged him. It is a pity,' termined on returning to Europe.' In fact,' I obsaid I, that we do not live in an age in which served, Mr. Parish, with whom General Moreau the pleasing fables of the ancient Mythology was intimately connected in America, communimight be adopted, for I much doubt, whether, at cated in 1816, at Paris, the correspondence which the building of Thebes, sounds more melodious had reference to that negociation, as well as all letthis evening drawn from her harp; and whether advice on this delicate question. In these letters he were heard than those which your daughter has ters which the General addressed to him, asking his Amphion's architects and masons cost as much expressed the same patrioticand unambitious sentias yours. You will be better able to judgements which had governed him through the whole what the town will be as a whole, from a plan engraved after the architect's designs, which I shall have much pleasure in giving you.'-' I shall have the same, Sir, in accepting and preserving it, as one of the most interesting recollections of my travels; but permit me to give you in exchange, the drawings for a bath similar to those constructed at Constantinople, in which elegance is combined with salubrity. It is possible that such a novelty might prove an attraction for your town; for, as a Chinese pavilion, built in 1784, first brought Brighton into vogue, why may not a Turkish bath, rivalling and superior to that of any Oriental Sultan, confirm the success of Kemp-town?"

The dancing had ceased for some time, and, after an elegant collation, the company departed. mounted my little Fly, and soon regained my hotel, more and more charmed with the manner in which I had spent my time, and with my experience of English politeness.

As all my time in Brighton was divided be-]

course of his life.' 'Well!' resumed Sir Robert, ' he embarked secretly on the 21st of June, 1813, with M. de Svinine, Russian Councillor of Embassy, and arrived on the 24th of July at Gottenburgh. He there spent three days with his old friend and companion in arms, the Crown Prince of Sweden, and afterwards proceeded to Prague, where he was expected by all the allied Sovereigns, who received him with the deference due to his military reputation; thus establishing a sort of equality between the rank of monarch and the glory of the great captain.' At that time,' said I to Sir Robert, I was at Vienna, along with one of the friends of the General, who had shown the most devoted attachment to him. It was M. Tourton, one of the principalbankers of Paris, who, during the trial, did all he could to save him, and whose zeal, which was then considered a crime, was punished by an exile of two years to his estate. We then wrote to the General, to inform him that we intended to set out to meet him; but

PERIODICAL PRETENSIONS.

'The Literary Gazette' and 'The London Weekly Review!

with the denunciations of the Autocrat of Paternoster Row against the Intruder of the North; and Mr. Jerdan evidently conceives the outpouring of the vials of his wrath on the devoted head of Mr. Jeffrey, to be of more awful portent to the world than the marching of the Emperor Nicholas across the Pruth, to attack the Sultan Mahmoud in his capital-or, than the assembling of armies, for the coming contest, in every part of the European world: while the annals of the whole East, from the court of him who calls himself the Brother of the Sun and Moon, and the shadow of God upon earth, to the golden-footed Majesty of Ava who regards all other Sovereigns as his vassals and slaves,-present nothing more remarkable for the quality of complacent self-adulation than the manifesto

to read it :'-if all this, (and we quote his own words,) be really believed by him, can there be imagined a more senseless waste of time, or a more useless demand on the attention of his readers, than to combat so conTo those who find food for laughter in the follies of temptible an opponent,-to trample on the fallen,-to mankind, one of the most amusing exhibitions of the war, as it were, with the dying, if not with the dead? day has been the declaration of war against 'The EdinMr. Jerdan begins, indeed, by saying, that uninterburgh Review' by 'The Literary Gazette,' and the mani-rupted success is the best answer to envious malignity.' festo against all rivals and contemporaries by The Why, then, does he give any other? Is this best answer no longer in his power to give?— -or does he think his London Weekly Review.' The threats of Russia against her eastern enemies are mild, when compared present mode of answering, better than the best? The world will undoubtedly conclude, that the success' of the Gazette is no longer uninterrupted,' since it is insufficient to answer his present purpose: and in this, perhaps, they will see at once a clear and suffiotherwise incomprehensible. Like men who pretend cient reason for the bitterness, as well as blindness, to be most sober when they are least able to stand, Mr. Jerdan is most loud in his protestations of being perfectly mild and unagitated when most furious. After affecting to laugh at the monstrous egotistical puffs of starting imitators, and quietly waiting the inevitable extinction of these unparalleled constellations of literature,' and then giving a convulsive proof of his being quite merry and at ease, (holding his sides, no doubt, suddenly drops the lower part of his countenance; and, to prevent the evil consequence of excessive mirth,) he in the very same line, without even a moment's pause, Edinburgh Review exclaims, But when a publication, of the RANK of The (which he afterwards contends has no rank whatever, being wholly worthless and unread) adopts this DIRTY SYSTEM of disparaging others, in order that it may exalt itself, its partisans, and parasites, it becomes US to EXPOSE THE IMPOSTURE! to REPEL THE INSULT!! and to PUNISH THE OFFENDER!!! Mr. Jerdan is not angry! O no! gentle reader, he is Absolute in The Rivals,' he feels that the patience of the mildest of God's creatures; but, like Sir Anthony a saint may be overcome at last.'

of The London Weekly Review.'

The most amusing feature of this double exhibition of human frailty and folly is, however, the protesta. tions which each of the self-lauding Journals named have, for months past, rung in the ears of all men to whom their voices could extend. They should never condescend to puffing,-not they, indeed! they stood on the lofty pinnacle of perfect independence, and needed no such aids. Their employment of them, therefore, cannot be even palliated by the plea of necessity; it must be sheer love, not merely of hearing, but of singing their own praises; and freely enough, indeed, have they administered to themselves whatever gratification this employment may afford them. But let us descend for a moment to particulars.

In the last number of The Edinburgh Review,' in an article on the Diffusion of Knowledge, believed to be from the pen of Mr. Brougham, the following passage occurrs :

'The success of some literary journals only proves the demand for such matter, not, we fear, the capacity of their conductors adequately and worthily to supply it; the scissors being in truth the mechanical power mainly brought into play

by those humble, though very useful personages. Mr. Buckingham's 'ATHENEUM' is of a much superior cast; and, it may be hoped, will meet all the success the great merits and undeserved persecutions of its excellent conductor are well entiiled to look for at the hands of Englishmen. But the Ve. rulam' professes a higher aim, and, indeed, a wider scope, being devoted to science as well as learning.'

:

Our readers will remember, that, in The Sphynx' and Athenæum,' two separate articles, each analysing the contents of this Number of The Edinburgh Review, have appeared, in which we have not even alluded to the expressions concerning ourselves, contained in the paragraph quoted-though pressed on our notice by more correspondents than one for which we take to ourselves no more than the negative merit of at least being slow to reiterate even the praises which others may think it their duty to bestow on our labours, far less to make these the themes of our own eulogy. But the passage in question seems to have excited the ire of Mr. Jerdan, the editor of The Literary Gazette,' to a degree bordering on frenzy. He, who, before, had almost forgotten that there was such a publication as 'The Edinburgh Review' in existence, is suddenly induced to think this praise of The Athenæum,' from such a quarter, of so much importance, that-all contemptible as he declares his enemy to be-all powerless to produce the slightest injury to his fame, (for he even questions whether any individual in the kingdom has been able to force himself to read this Review!") he buckles on his armour for the fight, as if he were another David going out to meet Golialı. Alas! for the blindness of ungovernable rage; it is more intoxicating than the strongest spirits; and men who are drunk with wine do not commit half the follies exhibited by those who are drunk with anger. If Mr. Jerdan really believed, (as he professes to do,) that The Edinburgh Review has no longer any influence on public opinion;' that' its strength is departed from it;' that it has no pretensions whatever to be regarded as an oracle of literature, or an organ of criticism;' that it is a compound of trite, common-place trash, and elaborate uninteresting heaviness, the first paragraph and the last being sheer nonsense, and desperate bad grammar to boot; and, above all, that it is a question whether any individual in the kingdom could even force himself

Hear how mildly and dispassionately he proves the excellence of his temper: We address ourselves to Mr. Jeffrey, (Ods! triggers and hilts!) and we charge him with gross illiberality and UNTRUTH towards" The Literary Gazette," and with notorious quackery and puffing towards his own associates. But before we TRAMPLE DOWN this mean and DISREPUTABLE conduct,' (Ods! balls and barrels!' as Acres says, 'I could do such deeds!') Poor Mr. Jerdan! how we pity his disappointment, when he finds that, notwithstanding all his trampling down,' and' quiet waiting for inevitable extinction' to boot, The Edinburgh Review' will still go on, and still be read by thousands, while he hugs himself with the notion that he has, or, at least, ought to have, long ago annihilated it!

diatribe against The Edinburgh,' though some choice
We shall say nothing of the style of Mr. Jerdan's
flowers of thetoric might be culled from it, such as 'brag-
gadocia,' humbug,'' trash,' 'hocus pocus,' perking up'
and snapping at,' 'defunct literature,' "
much rub-
bish,' and lots of daubs,' with other equally elegant
phrases, such as, to use his own terms, are really
posers,' and would puzzle a conjuror.' This is but
a minor defect. Its most prominent feature is the
utter blindness of its writer to the ridiculous figure he
is making of himself; and his committing, in a ten-
fold degree of violence, the very offence with which
he charges others.

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tell him, that there is not a single No. of ours but costs more research, and is supplied by a larger portion of "the systematic division of labour," than any No. of "The Edinburgh Review." We will tell him, that our circulation and influence on public opinion is beyond comparison greater than his own. And we will tell him, that our year's volume presents a pregnant, original, and honest record of the literature, the sciences, the fine arts, the manners, and amusements of the passing time, which his long dry essays on exhausted topics, and dissections of defunct literature, do not possess.'

Let us pass, however, to 'The London Weekly Review,' and we shall see that even Mr. Jerdan is surpassed in his own peculiar vein, and left far behind in the art of self-commendation. We should premise that 'The London Weekly Review,' which was undertaken by Mr. D. L. Richardson, author of 'Sonnets and Other Poems,' under the editorship of Mr. St. open hostility to the system of puffing, by way of John, commenced its career with the profession of advertisement or otherwise, through which books and periodicals are now brought into notice. Both the proprietor and editor expressed their determination to expose this practice in others, and never to resort to it themselves; and we believe, their 'virtuous horror" of this system of self-eulogy was originally sincere, for which we gave them full credit, and due respect. Judge then of our disappointment, (not to say astonishment,) at finding those very persons who commenced war against this system in others, not content with stringing together as many detached sentences as could be collected from various sources in praise of their own publication, (the very system which is employed by the publishers of whom they chiefly complained,) and appending to all their announcements the words, The Weekly Review is the first periodical of its class; but endeavouring, first to disparage a rival Journal, The Literary Chronicle,' by insinuating, in one of its Numbers, that it had a miserable circulation of thirty or forty copies, when both the Editor and Proprietor must have known that it circulated several hundreds; and next, endeavouring to disparage all its contemporaries, by assertions, respecting both itself and others, which they must have known, at the very moment of their making them, to be unwarranted by fact. This is their modest announcement, made through the medium of the last Quarterly Review ;' and it is a duty owing to society, to expose its absurd pretensions.

With residents in London, and persons acquainted with the actual state of literature and literary undertakings in the metropolis, it will have no weight; as the very terms in which it is couched will convince them of its being a tissue of exaggerated boasting: but. as there are others to whom it may appear in a different light, we shall do them a service in undeceiving them. We shall insert the advertisement entire, and refer to its paragraphs afterwards.

1. The London Weekly Review' now confessedly stands at the head of weekly periodical literature.

2. No work of the kind has hitherto been able to proeure the aid of so many men of talent-because no other is free from sinister and debusing influence.

3. It is in this Review alone that all Publishers indiscriminately can count on having justice done to their works, or the Public on always finding the simple and naked truth.

4. This is the principal cause of the unprecedented success, 'The London Weekly Review' has obtained, and of the eatensive influence it exerts upon the literature of the day.

5. Other Journals boast of their gossip, which is generally stale; or of their peculiar sources of information, which have no existence.

6. There is no scurce of information which is not open t this Review, and no bookseller or publisher to whom its opinion is a matter of indifference.

7. Its readers may therefore recken upon always obtaining the earliest intelligence on every subject connected with Literature and the Arts, and will generally find its decisions ser8. It is unnecessary to enlarge upon the nature of all the subjects it embraces, as it touches upon every thing deserving of notice.

His complaint against 'The Edinburgh Review,' is that
it descends to the dirty system of indirectly disparaging
others, and that it is guilty of quackery in exalting
Gazette. It quotes a passage from The Edinburgh vilely echoed by the other weekly literary Journals.
itself?-Now, what is the conduct of The Literary
Review,' one of the professed objects of which was to
give high praise, and express sanguine hopes, of The
Athenæum,' as a literary journal of a much higher
character than its contemporaries, and to explain the
promised objects of The Verulam,' in uniting science
with literature for the benefit of general readers: in
doing which it omits the intermediate lines of the
quotation, which praises The Athenæum,' altogether
not even by marking by stars, or any other method, the
existence of an hiatus; but passing over the lines in
question, which must have been purposely struck out
by the Editor's own pen, as if they had never existed!
This, then, is being guilty of the very offence of in-
directly disparaging others, of whichThe Gazette' it-
self so loudly complains: and as to its exalting it-
self,'-the next fault complained of against 'The Edin-

burgh Review,'-let the following modest paragraph
suffice as an example:

'We will tell him, that the best writers of the better days of
his own Review have, with hardly an exception, been consi-
derable contributors to The Literary Gazette,' in common
with almost every author of eminence in the country. We will

In these eight paragraphs, there are at least as many untruths not, we regret to say, such as might be palliated by the possibility of misconception or unintentional error, but known and positive mis-statements, put forth for the purpose of deception-a species, in short, of literary swindling, or an attempt to obtain both fame and profit on false pretences. We will examine the assertions seriatim.

1st. It is said that 'The London Weekly Review' now confessedly stands at the head of weekly periodical literature.' To be sure, it is not said by whom this confession has been made: thouhgh to be of any worth at all, it ought to be by some other parties than the however, to imply undisputedly, or by general confeswriters of this advertisement. It is evidently intended, sion and assent; for without this it is of little value, since there is no publication, however worthless, that is not confessedly good, according to the testimony of some few persons or other. By being at the head, may