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LONDON : F. Pickton, PRINTER PERRY'S PLACE, 29, OXFORD STREET.

TO HIS READERS AND REVIEWERS.

By the Scotch Review, which bears the outward

semblance of Buchanan, we have been reviled as a

“Caviller” and a “Smith.” The editor might

have reflected that our names and lineaments we

inherit, whilst our words and actions are our own.

If his pages were as full of wisdom as ours are

free from cavil, the visage without his book, would

not be regarded as a mask, whose brains we vainly seek within; and the Review might yet hope to

attain a fame coextensive with our namema name

which some wise, and many worthy men, have borne--which, though not unique, is perfectly genteel -- and which has, of late years, become such a

tower of strength that, for it, a King of the French

was glad to forego his own high-sounding title.

In our little pamphlet (a letter to Lord Elles

mere), it is written—"I purposely abstain from

any attempt to compare the writings of the author

I am about to mention, with the Plays which are attributed to Shakespeare; not merely because that

but more is a labour too vast to enter upon now,

particularly because it is essentially the province

of the literary student."

We did not, and do not, pretend to be equal to

a literary labour. We merely, to úse an expression of Bacon's, "have taken upon us to ring a bell, to call other wits together, which is the meanest

office.” But as, like unready servants, they stared

at the bell instead of answering it, we are com

pelled to do our own errand, and reluctantly make some further entrance into the subject.

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