become a pedant instead of an improver. To such I would as little commit power as to the capability-man." Of the descriptions of scenery, we are unable this week to give any extracts, but the following is sufficiently amusing to justify extending cur notice a little longer : 6 "I was considerably troubled here respecting certain roads, and applied to an old snuffy-looking native who was cutting some hay with his pocket-knife by the way side. It is true, I saw the inquisition painted in his face; but there was no choice, so I made up my mind to a crossexamination of more than the ordinary length, and was determined to indulge it for once. How far is it to Killin? It's a fine day.'Aye, it's a fine day for your hay.' Ah! there's no muckle hay; this is an unco cauld glen.' I suppose this is the road to Killin,' (trying him on another tack). That's an unco fat beast of yours. Yes, she is much too fat; she is just from grass.' Ah it's a mere I see; it's a gude beast to gang, Ise warn you.' Yes yes it's a very good pony.' I selled just sic another at Doune fair, five years by-past: I warn ye she's a Highland bred beast.' I don't know; I bought her in Edinburgh.' A weel a weel, mony sic like gangs to the Edinburgh market frae the Highlands. Very likely; she seems to have Highland blood in her.' Aye aye; would be selling her.' No, I don't want to sell her you do you want to buy her?' Na! I was na thinking of that has she had na a foal.' Not that I know of. I had a gude colt out of ours when I selled her. Yere na ganging to Doune the year. No, I am going to Killin, and want to know how far it is.' Aye, ye'll be gaing to the sacraments there the morn.' No, I dont belong to your kirk.' Ye'll be an Episcopalian than.' Or a Roman Catholic.' 'Na na, ye're nae Roman.' And so it is twelve miles to Killin,' (putting a leading question); Na, it's na just that.' "It's ten then, I suppose.' Ye'll be for cattle than, for the Falkirk tryst.' No, I know nothing about cattle.' I thocht ye'd ha been just ane of thae English drovers. Ye have nae siccan hills as this in your country.'No; not so high.' But ye'll hae bonny farms.' Yes yes, very good lands.' Ye'll nae hae better farms than my Lord's at Dunira.' 'No no, Lord Melville has very fine farms.'. Now there's a bonny bit land; there's nae three days in the year there's na meat for beasts on it; and it's to let. Ye'll be for a farm 6 about twelve English.'Na, it'll not be abune ten short (To be continued.) Letters written from Colombia, during a Journey from THE present state of the South American Continent, renders every volume relating to it of value to the commercial, political and general reader. It would be well, indeed, if we could meet with a traveller of sufficient activity, perseverance, discrimination, knowledge and ability to produce at once a satisfactory the most of such books as come in our way. Hitherto work, but as this is utterly impossible, we must make they have certainly been very shallow productions, the offspring of disappointed military ambition, or of the dull conceited ignorance of speculating traders. Captain Hall's excellent book relates almost entirely to the maritime boundaries of the South American Republics. A work in the same spirit concerning the interior is what we still want. The volume before us will not supply the deficiency. Its notices are extremely brief, and incomplete. Still it may be read with some benefit, and is at any rate modestly written. The observations are faithfully made, and they furnish some information on the conditions of the people, and the character of the country. hereawa.' 'No, I'm just looking at the country.' And ye have nae business." No.' Weel, that's the easiest way.' And this is the road to Killin.'Will ye tak Our traveller arrived at La Guayra in February, and some nuts?' (producing a handful he had just gathered.) bursts out into raptures at the "novel and sublime No, I cannot crack them.' 'I suppose your teeth are view of the country "whose very aspect bespeaks failing. Hae ye any snuff.' 'Yes yes here is a pinch for you.' Na na, I'm unco heavy on the pipe ye see, but I independence." On landing, the first object which like a hair of snuff; just a hair: touching the snuff with presented itself was "the coast covered with wrecks; the end of his little finger, apparently to prolong the time and -fourteen hulls lay on the beach." A sorry welcome, save the answer about the road a little longer, as he seemed to fear there were no more questions to ask. The snuff we should imagine, to a land of independence. He however came just in time to allow him to recall his ideas, dined at an ordinary, where the governor was mixed which the nuts were near dispersing. And ye'll be from up with haberdasher's clerks, and afterwards slept soundly the low country.' Yes, you may know I am an English-in spite of fleas and musquitos. man by my tongue.' Na, our ain gentry speaks" high English the now.' Well well, I am an Englishman, at any rate.' And ye'll be staying in London.' Yes yes. I was once at Smithfield mysell wi some beasts: it's an unco place, London. And what's yere name; asking your pardon.' The name was given. There's a hantel o'that name i'the north. Yere father 'll may be a Highlander.' Yes; that is the reason why I like the landers.' Weel, (nearly thrown out) it's a bonny try now, but it's sair cauld here in the winter.' it is six miles to Killin.' Aye, they call it sax.' miles, I suppose.' Aye aye, auld miles.' La Guayra is the chief post of the Caracas. It is a town of considerable commerce, constantly increasing; badly built, and partly in ruins from the earthquake of 1812, and unhealthy. Caracas, some eighteen miles in the interior is likewise in ruins from the same cause. High- || After a stay of ten days, the author set out for Bogota, coun- the capital of the Republics, a journey of 1,200 miles. And so 'Scotch The journey as may well be conceived was tedious and That is painful, though occasionally relieved by the beauty of the scenery, and the kindness of the people. We will extract some passages of the more readable kind : Some of the descriptions are well enough written, and the country appears to be delightful : "25th Feb. At four in the morning we began making preparations for our departure en route, favoured by the moon and freshness of the morning air. We reached the borders of the beautiful Lake of Valencia, just as the moon was retiring behind the mountains, which bound it on the west. At the same time, the sun rising in dazzling splen-sures in the mountains, foamed down a rocky bed. It was dour from the fertile vale, gilded its placid waters with the most delicate tints. Situated in a charming valley-surrounded by mountains of the richest and most agreeable vegetation-studded as it is with numerous and picturesque islands, adorned by the freshest verdure-I thought, as we traced the road which winds round the Lake, that it was one of the most exquisite sights imaginable. This scene is compared by travellers to the Lake of Geneva, which it is said much to resemble. In its greatest length it is about forty-two miles, and twelve in breadth, and nearly twenty different rivers are said to fall into it; notwithstanding which, without having any outlet, the waters do not increase: their non-accumulation is conjectured to arise from some subterraneous exit, as it would be impossible for evaporation alone to consume the influx." Near Valencia our traveller passed the field where was fought the battle of Carabobo, where the Spaniards were signally defeated : "We descended by a steep and craggy path, till we again rude bridge formed of the trunks of trees bound together, met the river Tocuyo at the bottom of a deep ravine. A was raised on buttresses of stone, on either side, at a considerable elevation from the stream, which issuing from fiswith great difficulty we got the mules over, and proceeded up a narrow defile, threatened by overhanging rocks and takes its rise, receiving several tributary streams, which cloud capped' mountains. At this spot the above river issue from the mountains, and join in its course. I saw last year, in Wales, some grand passes, where the scenery was magnificent, and a greater body of water foaming down rocky precipices; but when compared with this, the recollection dwindles into comparative insignificance. Here the natural accompaniments are inconceivably grand, and begadvanced, the greater was our astonishment at these beaugar my humble powers of description. The more we tiful scenes-Nature's sole work! Winding along avenues of luxuriant foliage of the most varied description; amongst which, overhanging the stream, were trees of gigantic size, many loaded with a white kind of moss, dropping from the branches like pendent icicles, others covered with ivy, or festooned with arches of bignonia, which stretch from tree to tree in verdant arcades, forming rich contrasts with "We reached the field of battle just before dusk, but un- those bearing an orange-coloured and deep blue flower; fortunately, not in time to see the respective positions. flocks of parroquets, doves, tropiales, &c. added to the The Spaniards were pursued with considerable slaughter by novelty of a scene to all of us of the most intense interest! the victors through Tocuyito to Valencia, and on to Puerto We now began the ascent of one of the highest and most Cavello. By the road side, and scattered over the plain, difficult passes in the route, that between Olmucaro and we observed the remains of many of the unfortunate Godos, || Agua de Obispos, winding a considerable time up a precipi(Goths, the name by which the Spaniards are usually re- tous and barren mountain, succeeded by others covered with cognised by the patriots,) who were killed in the retreat. immense forests composed of the same rich variety of trees, After quitting the plain, the road became very precipitous which, from their height and size, must have stood for and romantic, either winding along the side of mountains, ages. The more we gained ground the more distant apor descending into deep dells, in the bottom of each a stream || peared the steep we had to climb; but the sublimity of this or rivulet was invariably found. The moon had not yet mountain world would have repaid any fatigue. After four risen, and but few stars were occasionally visible through hours of constant ascent, we reached some sheds about the the thick foliage that towers above the deep ravines, to middle of the mountain, which had been erected by Morillo relieve the darkness of the descent. At the bottom myriads as a covering for troops who secured the pass. Here we of fire flies and other luminous insects which floated on the made a halt, and had recourse to our canteens, furnished surface of the water, tended only to make the gloom more with a tolerable breakfast, which we enjoyed exceedingly in apparent, which, accompanied by the hoarse croaking of this romantic and magnificent wilderness. The temperatoads, hissing of serpents, and chirruping of crickets, formed ture, owing to the great elevation, was cold and agreeable, altogether quite a scene of romance. In the steepness of and we found a spring of delicious water close at hand. It the ascent from these occasional ravines, our sumpter mule would be difficult to conceive the true grandeur of this spot, twice broke down, and at one moment (being blind of one surrounded on all sides by immense barriers, some covered eye,) was as nearly as possible precipitated down a steep, with impervious forests, the verdant foliage relieved by a which would at once have eased us of him and the effects. sprinkling of trees, the leaves of which appeared white as After repeated disasters such as the above, the led mules snow; in parts immense crags of rock projecting through getting astray, (and all without embellishment,) we at the foliage from the sides of the mountain, others more length, at eleven o'clock, reached a hovel, called El sterile, and of immense elevation, the solemn silence disHayo,' a distance of six leagues from Tocuyito; the ani- turbed only by the murmuring of water down the rocky mals, as well as ourselves, complétely tired. We, there- precipices! It was near two o'clock when we arrived at the fore, with some difficulty persuaded the inhabitants, a half summit of this chain of the Andes, after a truly arduous starved Indian woman, and a young girl, to open the door, and constant ascent of seven hours and a half. The scene and receive our canteens, saddles, &c.; the animals being now before us was again stupendous; mountains gradually fastened to a cane fence, while the servants went upon a lowering until they appeared to subside into a flat, but proforage. The Indian woman in the meantime made a fire, bably deceptive, from the great distance. We were consiand prepared our chocolate, (which, by the bye, proves a derably above the clouds, which rolled on the summits of great resource in this land of bad living.) Could you have other eminences below us, and there was a very sensible seen us seated on blocks round the embers, sipping our chill in the atmosphere. We now descended for an hour repast out of Indian calabashes, our two dingy attendants and a half, on such a road that it was wonderful how the hardly knowing what to make of us, in the back ground the animals could keep their footing. We were much interstud tied round the small enclosure, you would have thought ested on this side by the great variety of beautiful wild it an amusing groupe. The hammocks were slung in the flowers and mountain shrubs, that grow in the greatest prosmall place which served us as our kitchen, but from the fusion and luxuriance-a complete study for a botanistdampness of the atmosphere in this low spot, our slumbers which science I never more regretted my ignorance of." were neither sound or refreshing, and we were glad to move as soon as the morning dawned." His route was through Merida, a considerable town, tion, which takes place before reaching the bottom. The noise with which this immense body of water falls is quite astounding; sending up dense clouds of vapour, which rise to a considerable height, and mingle with the atmosphere, forming in their ascent the most brilliant rainbows. The most conclusive proof of the extraordinary evaporation, is the comparatively small stream which runs off from the foot of the fall. To give you some idea of its tremendous force, it is an asserted fact, that experiments have more than once been made of forcing a bullock into the stream, and that no vestige of him has been found at the bottom, but a few of his bones. To give due effect to this mighty work, nature seems to have lavished all the grand accompaniments of scenery, to render it the most wonderful and and with the exception of Caracas, the largest in the province of Venezuela. Like Caracas, however, and many other towns in this province. it is little else than a mass of ruins. In 1804 its population amounted to 1,200 persons-but an earthquake, whose shock reached five hundred miles, has reduced it to 3000. Yet our traveller says, the situation and the adjacent country, are the most delightful imaginable, and he launches out into descriptions of what they might be made in the hands of " enlightened Europeans." The very calamity he laments is a sufficient reason why "enlightened Europeans" should not hazard their pro-enchanting of objects; from the rocky sides of its immense perty and lives in such uncertain adventures. It was towards the end of April that the author arrived at Bogota, the capital of the Republic, where he remained nearly two months. The situation of this place is very favourable so far as the climate is concerned, and it is nearly in the centre of the Republics. But in respect to commercial facilities it is less advantageously placed, in consequence of its great distance from the sea. The population is about 35,000, a good part of which consists of monks, nuns, and clergy. The city is very extensive, and yet the churches and convents cover one half of the ground. The streets though regular, are narrow. The markets are well supplied with necessaries, but luxuries and European manufactures are extravagantly dear. A hat 16 dollars; a pair of boots 16 dollars; a superfine cloth coat, 60 dollars. The womem are pretty, but sadly unchaste. Amongst the curiosities of Bogota is the celebrated waterfall of Teguendama a few leagues distant: basin, hung with shrubs and bushes, numerous springs, and tributary streams, add their mite to the grand effect. At the bottom the water which runs off, rushes impetuously along a stony bed, overhung with trees, and loses itself in a dark winding of the rock. From the level of the river where you stand to witness this sublime scene, the mountains rise to a great height, and are completely covered with wood; and at one opening is an extensive prospect, which on a clear day encompasses some distant mountains in the province of Antioquia, whose summits are clothed in perpetual snow. Hovering over the frightful chasm, are various birds of the most beautiful plumage, peculiar to the spot, and differing from any I have before seen." Although the politics of Bogota, form at present its chief claim to general attention, yet we shall devote but a small part of our notice to that head. The author is not very full in his details, and we gather from them that the constitution is very similar to that of the United States. There is a superficial sketch of some of the debates, at which the writer happened to be present, and a notice of the leading speakers. This volume, however, is not calculated to afford much "This fall is one of the world's greatest wonders, proba-political instruction to the reader. bly the most extraordinary of its kind, even in this country, where we constantly see nature in her grandest, and most fantastic forms; from the river to the fall is a distance of about a league. Having ascended the heights, the country becomes all at once most luxuriant in wood, and wild shrubs of peculiar beauty; a long and winding descent succeeded through a dark thicket, from whence, at a considerable distance, you first hear the roaring of the waters; a quarter of a mile from the Salto, we were again obliged to leave our horses, and descend by a precipitous path-way to|| the brink of the precipice; but how can I convey to you any idea of the tremendous sight it offers! The river I before-mentioned, having wound through the plain, contracts at this point into a narrow, but deep bed, not exceeding forty feet in breadth; the banks on either side are clothed with trees, through which it flows with increased force, owing to its confined limits. Imagine yourself placed at the edge of the precipice, on a level with the bed of the river, and distant from it about fifty yards, you observe this immense body of water precipitated to the depth of six hundred and fifty feet, with indescribable force, into a capacious basin, the sides of which consist of solid perpendicular rock. It is almost presumption to attempt the description of a sight so sublimely beautiful! From Bogota our traveller proceeded to Houda, and embarked in a small canoe to descend the river Magdalena, which empties into the Caribbean Sea. The current of this stream runs at the rate of six miles an hour. His voyage was diversified with the proper quantity of alarm, on account of alligators, tigers, rapids and thunderstorms. All these he escaped, and arrived safely at Santa Martha on the ninth day. Here ends the travels and volume of the author-and here likewise must end our notice. This overwhelming body of water, when it first parts from its bed, forms a broad arch of a glossy appearance, a little lower down it assumes a fleecy form, and ultimately in its progress downwards, shoots forth into millions of tubular shapes, which chase each other more like sky rockets than any thing else I can compare them to. The changes are as singularly beautiful as they are varied, owing to the difference of gravitation, and rapid evapora Tour on the Continent in France, Switzerland, and Italy, in the years 1817 and 1818. By ROGER HOG, Esq. London: G. and W. B. Whittaker. As it is possible, and barely possible, that some persons may exist who have never been beyond the limits of our island, who have never read a book of travels, and never conversed with any one who has been abroad, so is it possible that some persons may be found to whom the production of Mr. Hcg can afford instruction and amusement. It is, we think, a very presumptuous piece of business in any man to write a book of travels about France, Italy and Switzerland. In the way of description, no new facts can be furnished, and none but a first rate hand is likely to give any freshness and charm to mere language. The sketches of manners, society and literature have likewise been beyond all computation numerous, and some of them very well done in their kind. To say any thing new, it requires a long residence, an acute observation, and considerable general knowledge. Mr. Hog is sadly mistaken if he thinks he possesses these requisites in the fulness of their perfection. His book is a lament. able specimen of worn out common place, and uninteresting detail. There is not a school-boy in England who could have constructed a poorer volume-scarcely one who would not have produced something better. This is severe, perhaps harsh, but assuredly not undeserved censure. See what sort of stuff Mr. Hog's Tour is made up of:-"the country to Ardres, and from thence to St. Omers is somewhat woody and rather agreeable than otherwise. At St. Omers there are some handsome old brick buildings, and two large churches, one of which is now in ruins, but having only stopped to change horses, I did not visit them." Lille is surrounded by greenfields, and a great number of windmills-the public buildings in Paris are in general grander, as likewise more numerous than in London: of them the Louvre is the most distinguished.”—“At the Royal Library, in the Rue de Richelieu, are several magnificent apartments, full of books and manuscripts."-" The operas performed at L'Academie de la Musique, are fully as grand as those in London, and not near so tedious." So much for France and now for Switzerland and Italy. Mr. Hog is something of a wag, and he mixes up his narrative and his waggery in a pleasant way enough. "On the following morning, in ascending the hills to the eastward, on my way to Avallon, I met a country woman, who was calling to a large rough shepherd's dog, by the name of Jupiter: I have known many Junos among the species, but this was certainly the first time I had ever heard of a Jupiter. The accent, according to the French pronunciation, was laid on the last syllable however, which made it a name more fit for a dog than it would otherwise be." We do He visits Chanot perceive the force of this reason. mouny, and thus apostrophises Mont Blanc :"Can my eyes reach thy size ?-As the Lilliputian poem addressed to Gulliver says, I applied to Mont Blanc in the Valley of Chamouny:-in fact they cannot, of so gigantic and bulky a mountain. "The celebrated Gibbon resided a long time at Lausanne. Near Milan he gets into a scrape which is quite romantic: "On the following morning, taking a walk before my departure, I went, in order to have a better view of the mountains, towards the Lago Maggiore, which I had quitted, into a sort of avenue open to the road, but which it seems, led to a vineyard, and was understood to be private property, when two Italian countrymen came up to me, and with angry countenances, said I had no business there. On my offering them a trifle for this trespass, if so || it could be called, they said they did not want money, and that I must go along with them in carcere (to prison), at the same time crossing their hands, as if they were tied together, as those of criminals are, that I might understand them the better, and accusing me of pulling grapes. As however, I had not reached the vineyard, neither do I believe there were any to pull at the time, the vintage being almost over, of which they were conscious themselves, I knew I could easily clear myself of that charge, and requested to be conducted to the inn, when my servant, who understood a little of Italian, having spoke to them, they accepted of a few franks, and after making something of an apology for their behaviour, they went away. I may have met with surly fellows before, on such an occasion, though I do not recollect that I have, but it was certainly the first time in my life, I ever saw men pale with rage, on that account. Jealousy in this respect, as to of the Italians, in this part of Italy at least; and I should trespassing on their property, is one of the characteristics not advise any person to think of taking a walk there, as they would elsewhere, except upon the highway. When clear of this scrape, I set out, and travelled over a fine road, and cultivated plain, to Milan." Mr. Hog appears to have been a singularly diligent observer:-"From Parma I passed through Reggio, the birth place of Ariosto, or rather round its walls, and Modena, where there is a fine palace of the Archduke, and a very lofty steeple or tower, to Bologna." His notions of Italian family antiquities appear to be gathered from English novels, for at Bologna he goes about seeking for the sepulchre "of the family of the fair and interesting Clementina, as described in Richardson's novel of Sir Charles Grandison." But really it is too much for our patience to go through Mr. Hog's travels in this way. A few specimens of his criticism and taste, and we shall have discharged our duty In Painting. "Though every one must agree in admiring the paintings of Reubens, for grandeur of style, and brilliancy of colouring, I cannot help thinking that they have frequently an unfinished appearance, and that he makes use of red, or vermillion, a great deal too freely, particularly in the eyes; he is likewise, perhaps from having painted too rapidly, sometimes, in my opinion, deficient in expression. Michael Angelo is not a pleasing painter in oil, however, and is said to have despised it, compared with fresco painting, in which he excelled.-In the Corsini palace, is a fine collection of pictures; among others, that of Poesy, by Carlo Dolce, in a blue gown, spotted with stars, and a wreath of laurel in her hair.-The Transfiguration, by Raphael, which I confess I do not think merits so much admiration as it has met with.-Several of the pictures, however finely painted and scientific they may be, must be always disagreeable from their representing martyrdoms and crucifixions, and the more natural that these are, they are only the more shocking." Music. "The evening I arrived at the Pellegrino, which happened to be a Sunday, I heard two or three violin players in the street, who performed pieces of music, which would be admired at the first concerts in London.-You frequently hear very good singing from passengers in the streets of an evening." Topography. "The lake of Bolsena is as broad as it is long, eight or ten miles each way, with islands in it, and the lofty town, Sculpture. "The hall of busts is one of the most interesting parts of the Museum. We there meet with those of most of the philosophers and celebrated men, as likewise of the Emperors and Empresses. They are all, in general, larger than life, as I ascertained by putting my hat on the bust of a boy, I believe of Lucius Verus, but which was much too small for it. In the centre of the hall is a fine recumbent statue of a Roman lady, in a chair, supposed to be that of Agrippina, the sleeves of her dress tied with ribbons.If I may venture to criticise the works of so great an artist (Canova,) I should say that in many of his statues of men, the figures are somewhat clumsy and heavy, and the nose in general too long and prominent, and that in those of women, there is rather too great a similarity of countenance, beautiful as they certainly are. His female statues are the best." These will suffice. Mr. Hog travelled through Italy over the common post roads, and returned by the same routes. What advances he made there in knowledge and taste may be guessed from the preceding extracts. They will also assist our readers in estimating the quantity of amusement his book is likely to afford. Memoirs, Anecdotes, Facts and Opinions, collected and preserved by LETITIA MATILDA HAWKINS. London: Longman and Co. 2 vols, 8vo. 1824. (Continued from p. 277.) After a brief sketch of Lord Mansfield, the fair His teeming brain, his ranc'rous heart, In breach of friendship's sacred laws, 'His muse, assuming humour's guise, A liar, coward, braggart vain, Our EDITOR the poet's page A truth but little known, That two such characters may meet, Unites them in his own."" Bennet Layton and the other distinguished members of the literary world, at that time, come in for their share of Miss Hawkin's notice. Goldsmith's memory is indebted to her for the following discreditable anecdotes: "Goldsmith happened once to stop at an inn on the road, veted, believing it a Vandyke; he therefore called in the in a parlour of which was a very good portrait, which he comistress of the house, asked her if she set any value on that old-fashioned picture, and finding that she was wholly a stranger to its worth, he told her it bore a very great resemblance to his aunt Salisbury, and that if she would sell it cheap, he would buy it. A bargain was struck, a price infinitely below the value was paid. Goldsmith took the picture away with him, and had the satisfaction to find, that by this scandalous trick he had indeed procured a genuine and very saleable painting of Vandyke's. FROM Dr. Johnson Miss H. proceeds to Sir William Jones, but he affords very little entertainment. As a speaker at the bar, he was circumlocutory and pompous, and so we should have conjectured from his written works. Miss Jones (his sister) appears to have been a curious personage. She was a blue stocking of the deepest dye, with all the slovenliness, negligence, and eccentricity of her tribe. "She would walk through London, and four miles out of it with a Greek folio "Soon after Goldsmith had contracted with the bookselunder her arm."- "She would wade through dirt, so lers for his History of England, for which he was to be paid ill provided against it, that whatever wet mud she had five hundred guineas, he went to Cadell, and told him he not left on the stairs or the carpet, she would wring out was in the utmost distress for money, and in imminent danger of being arrested by his butcher or baker. Cadell imof the feet of her stockings, and the hems of her petti-mediately called a meeting of the proprietors, and prevailed coats, into the hearth. A bright steel fender was no on them to advance him the whole, or a considerable part impediment."-This was indeed, as Miss Hawkins says, of the sum which by the original agreement he was not entitled to till a twelvemonth after the publication of his a very bad plan to make herself agreeable. The nowork. On a day which Mr. Cadell had named for giving tice of Miss Jones ends with a paragraph delightfully this needy author an answer, Goldsmith came, and received Johnsonian:the money, under pretence of instantly satisfying his creditors. Cadell, to discover the truth of his pretext, watched whither he went, and after following him to Hyde-Park Corner, saw him get into a post-chaise, in which a woman of the town was waiting for him, and with whom, it afterwards appeared, he went to Bath to dissipate what he had thus fraudulently obtained." "We lost sight of Miss Jones, by her going for a time to Bristol or its neighbourhood, whence she returned under the style and title of matrimony; but of the circumstances of this change, and of him who occasioned it, I know nothing. I think I remember to have heard that she became a widow, but she appeared to hold to her friends by so slender a thread, that its giving way was hardly perceived. The first volume ends with some essays of her father on the state of Newgate, and the Academy of Ancient Music, and with some, not very bright, poetical trifles |