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man may assert without offending the good.-Had he been a good and a true man, he would have granted them, and shewn, is in that case he could easily have done, that they did not apply to him : instead of which, he steps, with the voluntary grace of a Caliban, upon the pedestal which I placed for him.

But, Sir, lest you should still think my argument deficient on this point, permit me to add that, if a man ena deavours to filch from another his good name, (I grant that in such cases we little dogs are very apt to think it our duty to bark,) and if this be done (as in the present case) where it cannot possibly promote the cause which he affects to espouse ; - In the words of our great Poet, if he robs another of that which not enriches him, he is in my estimation a bad man, since no other than a bad man, can act from so base a motive, but, if the party so robbed, or so intended to be robbed, be a man who has run greater risks, and has made greater exertions and greater sacrifices for the general advantage of a very ingenious profession, than any other, the guilt is aggravated. Your readers, if I'mistake not, will scarcely think less of such turpitude, than that it is the conduct of a very bad man.

However, in compliance with your moderation, which I must ascribe to some charitable principle; or, in doubt of my own powers of ratiocination, I will now endeavour to think of this man as only weak and misinformed. That he is weak, the feebleness of his second attempt to stab, may seem to countenance; that he is misinformed, his avowedly speaking of Mr. Landseer's Etchings from hearsay, may serve to prove, and both may be inferred from the impudent folly of his presuming to address the public upon no better ground, and from his dwelling on those qualities in that gentleman's professional works, which they do not eminently possess, while he leaves unmentioned those for which they are more justly esteemed.

But none of these exceed the weakness, the folly, and the absurdity of his still expecting (after what you have inserted from the Volume of Lectures) that your readers will agree with him in confounding Mr. Landseer's account of Chalk engraving, as it was practised by Ryland and his immediate imitators, with Chalk engraving, as it is practised by the best artists at present.

Is there any thing wanting, Sir, to the perfection of . this mental picture?-Yes-at least one touch, which is obvious enough in the original, may heighten the consistency of its absurdity. Entrenched as this criticis,--and as every anonymous critic, is intrerched-behind his masked battery, he is ridiculously absurd enough to boast of following to his trenches, a man who boldly stood forth and read the Lectures which he has since published, before audiences, consisting of hundreds of the mingled friends and enemies of himself and his profession.

But whether the man be wicked, weak, misinformed, absurd, or foolish; or any, or all of these, à plain tale shall set him down.-Set him down, did I say ? - I ought rather to have said, shall eventually curb his audacity. A character so arrogantly dull, so irascible, yet so ingensible, as he, will froth awhile when he is whipped; and I dare believe, notwithstanding he has taken leave of both you and me fof me he hopes) for ever'(see p. 158) that you will hear from him again ere long.

Among those who practise the art of Chalk Engraving in a certain island, (no matter for its latitude or longitude) is a gentleman who was once Clerk and Butler to a country magistrate. If he has raised himself from an humble to a more exalted sphere, it must surely be mentioned as a circumstance to his credit, whatever your correspondent of critical acuthen may insinuate to the contrary-But I wish he would pause here and reflect, if he ever reflects, and say 'whether he 'really and seriously would think it fair to judge of this man's talents as an Engraver, by his abilities as a Butler, or vice versa?

If this person '(I am now speaking of the ci-devant Butler) should talk or write about Drawing, he would indeed' lie open to the joke of having it suspected that the drawing of Corks was meant but still, if he wrote or talked, or drew, or engraved well, no well constituted mind; would condemn or traduce his writings, drawings, or engravings, because he had once been a Butler, but would rather (I should suppose) be disposed to make a candid allowance for what imperfections he saw, and to give to the merits he discovered, a full measure of appro bation.

I think, Sir, if the generous critic abovementioned, reflects on this parable, he will then be disposed to judge of Mr. Landseer's Lectures by what they are, and not by what he may suppose to have been the previous education of the Lecturer: If he is not thus disposed, I believe

you will agree with me that it cannot possibly be of the smallest consequence.

I remain, Sir, Your's, &c.

PHILOGRAPHICUS. P.S. On looking again at the second part of the Apology, ! perceive clearly that its author (I suspected as much) has not read the book, which he has dared to condemá.-Not read the book !--he has not even read the two first pages.

THE COLLECTOR.

No. II.

Collatis undique membris.-HOR.

ARNOLD DU TILB.

This man, a native of Sagias, a village near the city of Rieux, in the upper Languedoc, towards the iniddle of the sixteenth century, was the object of a criminal prosecution, extraordinary in its nature, perplexing and difficult to decide.

At Artigues, a country hamlet, only a few miles from the place of Du Tilb's residence, lived a little farmer, whose name was Martin Guerre, married to a modest handsome young woman born in that neighbourhood, but himself of the Spanish province of Biscay; they hud a son, and, for their situation in life, possessed tolerable property.

Ten years after their marriage, in consequence of a dispute with his father-in-law, Martin suddenly quitted his family, and charmed with the licentious freedom of a roving life, or cooled in affection towards his wife, although she had conducted herself with exemplary proa priety, had not been seen or heard of, for eight years.

It was during this long absence, to lovers as well as husbards, a dangerous interval, it was at this time that Arnold du Tilb, the subject of our present article, who had formerly seen and admired the wife of Martin Guerre, meditated a most perfidious and cruel stratagem.

In age and appearance hegreatly resembled the absent man; like him too, Du Tilb, having for many year quitted his country, was generally considered as dead; and having made himself acquainted with all the circumstances, connections, and general habits of Guerre, as well by collateral enquiries, as by actual association with him during two campaigns as a private soldier, he boldly presented himself to the wife and family, as her long lost husband.

The risque he incurred, and the difficulties he encountered, were considerable; a thousand little circumstances, which it is easy to imagine, but unnecessary to describe, must daily and hourly have led him to the brink of detection ; indeed, it is not easy to conceive how he could succeed, unless the unhappy dupe of his delusion had been herself a promoter of the cheat, which does not appear to have been the case.

The stranger at once, and without hesitation was rea ceived with transports of joy, by the wife and all the family, which at that time consisted of four of her husband's sisters, and an uncle; one of them remarking that his cloaths were somewhat out of repair, he replied

yes," and, in a careless, and apparently unpremeditated way, desired that a pair of tuffety breeches might be brought to him. The wife not immediately recollecting where she had put them, he added, " I am not surprised you

have forgot, for I have not worn them since the christening,

of my son; they are in a drawer at the bottom of the large chest in the next room ; in this place they were found, and immediately brought to him.

The supposed Martin's return was welcomed by the neighbours in the old French way, by song and dance; he enjoyed the privileges and pleasures, he shared the emoluments and cares oï a husband, and a few days after his arrival, repaired to Rieux to transact some necessary law business, which had been deferred in consequence of his absence; the fond couple lived apparently happy for Three years,

in which time two children were added to their family.

But their tranquillity was gradually interrupted by the uncle, whose suspicions of imposture were first excited by a travelier passing through the village; this person hearing the name of Martin Guerre accidently mentioned, der clared, that eighteen months before, he had seen and conversed with an invalid of that name in a distant province of France, who informed him that he had a wife and child

at Languedoc, but that it was not his design to return during the life of his uncle.

The stranger being sent for and privately questioned, repeated, in a clear and consistent manner, what he had before communicated, confirmed the apprehensions of the uncle, that the real Martin Guerre was still absent, and added, that since quitting his wife, he had lost one of his. legs in the battle of St. Quintin.

The family alarmed by this account, now saw or thought they saw many little circumstances, which had before escaped their notice, but all tending to prove that the man with whom Mrs. Guerre cohabited, and by whom she had had two children, was not in fact her lawful husband.

But they found it extremely difficult to convince the deluded female of her mistake; she loudly, and with tears insisted, that her present domestic companion, was her first love, her real and original husband; it was not til! : fter several months, that the unhappy woman was at length prevailed on to prosecute the impostor.

He was taken into custody, and imprisoned by order of the criminal judge of Rieux, and a time fixed for examining the evidence, and hearing what Du Tilb had to offer in his defence.

On the day appointed, the offender was brought into court, followed by a number of people, whose curiosity was naturally excited; the deposition of the traveller, concerning the absent Martin Guerre was first read; the uncle, the sisters, and many of the inhabitants of Sagias were next closely questioned on their oaths; some declared that the prisoner was not Martin Guerre, others as positively insisted that he was theidentical person, corroborating their testimony by many collateral circumstances ; but the greater number avowed without scruple, that the resemblance between the two, if two there were, was so great, that it was not in their power to distinguish; the weight of evidence was thought by many to preponderate in favour of the prisoner.

The judge demanding of him what he had to say in his defence, he answered without embarrassment, that the whole was a conspiracy of the uncle and a certain part of the family, who taking advantage of the easy teinper and weak understanding of his wife, had contrived the story in order to be rid of him, and to get possession of his property, which he valued at eight thousand livres.

The uncle, he observed, had for some time taken a dise

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