"Farewell my Lord, my Cardinal, my Lover!

I made thee Cardinal-thou mad'st me- - ah! "Thou mad'st the Papa of the world Mamma!"

I have not time at present to translate any more of this Epistle; but I presume the argument which the Right Hon. Doctor and his friends mean to deduce from it, is (in their usual convincing strain) that Romanists must be unworthy of Emancipation now, because they had a Petticoat Pope in the Ninth Century. Nothing can be more logically

clear, and I find that Horace had exactly the same views upon the subject.

Romanus (eheu posteri negabitis!)
Emancipatus FŒMINA
Fert vallum!

THE Manuscript, found enclosed in the Bookseller's Letter, turns out to be a Melo-Drama, in two Acts, entitled "The Book'," of which the Theatres, of course, had had the refusal, before it was presented to Messrs. L-ck-ngt-n and Co. This rejected Drama, however, possesses considerable merit, and I shall take the liberty of laying a sketch of it before my Readers.

1 There was, in like manner, a mysterious Book, in the 16th Century, which employed all the anxious curiosity of the Learned of that time. Every one spoke of it; many wrote against it; though it does not appear that anybody had ever seen it; and Grotius is of opinion that no such Book ever existed. It was entitled "Liber de tribus impostoribus." (See Morhof, Cap. de Libris damnatis.) — Our more modern mystery of "the Book" resembles this in many particulars; and, if the number of Lawyers employed in drawing

The first Act opens in a very awful mannerTime, three o'clock in the morning-Scene, the Bourbon Chamber in C-rlt-n House - Enter the Pe R-g-t solus-After a few broken sentences, he thus exclaims :

Away-Away—

Thou haunt'st my fancy so, thou devilish Book,
I meet thee-trace thee, wheresoe'er I look.
I see thy damned ink in Eld-n's brows-
I see thy foolscap on my H-rtf-d's Spouse-
V-ns-tt-t's head recalls thy leathern case,
And all thy black-leaves stare from R-d-r's
face!

While turning here (laying his hand on his heart),
I find, ah wretched elf,

Thy List of dire Errata in myself.

(Walks the stage in considerable agitation.) Oh Roman Punch! oh potent Curaçoa!

Oh Mareschino! Mareschino oh!
Delicious drams! why have you not the art
To kill this gnawing Book-worm in my heart?

He here rings all the bells, and a whole legion of valets enter. A scene of cursing and swearing (very much in the German style) ensues, in the course of which messengers are dispatched in dif ferent directions, for the L-rd Ch-nc-II—r, the D-e of C-b-1-d, &c. &c. The intermediate time is filled up by another Soliloquy, at the conclusion of which the aforesaid Personages rush on alarmed; the D-ke with his stays only half-laced, and the Ch-nc-ll-r with his wiz thrown hastily over an old red night-cap,

it up be stated correctly, a slight alteration of the title into a tribes impostoribus" would produce a coincidence altogether very remarkable.

2 The same Chamber, doubtless, that was prepared for the reop tion of the Bourbons at the first Grand Fête, and which wa ornamented (all "for the Deliverance of Europe ") with fearsde-lys.

maintain the becoming splendour of his office."1 The R-g-t produces the appalling fragments, upon which the Ch-nc-11-r breaks out into exclamations of loyalty and tenderness, and relates the following portentous dream:

'Tis scarcely two hours since I had a fearful dream of thee, my Pe!Methought I heard thee, midst a courtly crowd, Say from thy throne of gold, in mandate loud, "Worship my whiskers!"-(weeps) not a knee was there

But bent and worshipp'd the Illustrious Pair,
Which curl'd in conscious majesty! (pulls out his
handkerchief)-while cries [skies.
Of "Whiskers, whiskers!" shook the echoing
Just in that glorious hour, methought, there came,
With looks of injur'd pride, a Princely Dame,
And a young maiden, clinging by her side,
As if she fear'd some tyrant would divide
Two hearts that nature and affection tied!

The Matron came- —within her right hand glow'd
A radiant torch; while from her left a load
Of Papers hung-(wipes his eyes) collected in her
veil-

The venal evidence, the slanderous tale,

The wounding hint, the current lies that pass
From Post to Courier, form'd the motley mass;
Which, with disdain, before the Throne she throws,
And lights the Pile beneath thy princely nose.
(Weeps.)
Heav'ns, how it blaz'd!—I'd ask no livelier fire
(With animation) To roast a Papist by, my gracious
Sire!-

But, ah ! the Evidence —(weeps again) I mourn'd

to see

Cast, as it burn'd, a deadly light on thee:
And Tales and Hints their random sparkle flung,
And hiss'd and crackled, like an old maid's
tongue;

While Post and Courier, faithful to their fame,
Made up in stink for what they lack'd in flame.
When, lo, ye Gods! the fire ascending brisker,
Now singes one, now lights the other whisker.
Ah! where was then the Sylphid, that unfurls
Her fairy standard in defence of curls?
Throne, Whiskers, Wig, soon vanish'd into smoke,
The watchman cried "Past One," and -I awoke.

Here his Lordship weeps more profusely than ever, and the R-g-t (who has been very much agitated during the recital of the Dream) by a movement as characteristic as that of Charles XII. when he was shot, claps his hands to his whiskers to feel if all be really safe. A Privy Council is held-all the Servants, &c. are examined, and it

1 * To enable the individual, who holds the office of Chancellor, to maintain it in becoming splendour." (A loud laugh.) — Lord

appears that a Tailor, who had come to measure the R-g-t for a Dress (which takes three whole pages of the best superfine clinquant in describing) was the only person who had been in the Bourbon Chamber during the day. It is, accordingly, determined to seize the Tailor, and the Council breaks up with a unanimous resolution to be vigorous.

The commencement of the Second Act turns chiefly upon the Trial and Imprisonment of two Brothers-but as this forms the under plot of the Drama, I shall content myself with extracting from it the following speech, which is addressed to the two Brothers, as they "exeunt severally" to Prison :—

Go to your prisons-though the air of Spring
No mountain coolness to your cheeks shall bring;
Though Summer flowers shall pass unseen away,
And all your portion of the glorious day
May be some solitary beam that falls,
At morn or eve, upon your dreary walls
Some beam that enters, trembling as if aw'd,
To tell how gay the young world laughs abroad!
Yet go for thoughts as blessed as the air
Of Spring or Summer flowers await you there;
Thoughts, such as He, who feasts his courtly crew
In rich conservatories, never knew;

Pure self-esteem-the smiles that light within
The Zeal, whose circling charities begin
With the few lov'd ones Heaven has plac'd it near,
And spread, till all Mankind are in its sphere;
The Pride, that suffers without vaunt or plea,
And the fresh Spirit, that can warble free,
Through prison-bars, its hymn to Liberty!

The Scene next changes to a Tailor's Work-shop, and a fancifully-arranged group of these Artists is discovered upon the Shop-board - Their task evidently of a royal nature, from the profusion of gold-lace, frogs, &c. that lie about - They all rise and come forward, while one of them sings the following Stanzas to the tune of "Derry Down."

Philip's Son thought the World was too small for his Soul,

But our R-g-t's finds room in a lac'd buttonhole.

Derry down, &c.

Look through all Europe's Kings—those, at least, who go loose

Not a King of them all's such a friend to the Goose,

So, God keep him increasing in size and renown, Still the fattest and best fitted P -e about town! Derry down, &c.

During the "Derry down" of this last verse, a messenger from the S-c-t-y of S-e's Office rushes on, and the singer (who, luckily for the effect of the scene, is the very Tailor suspected of the mysterious fragments) is interrupted in the midst of his laudatory exertions, and hurried away, to the no small surprise and consternation of his comrades. The Plot now hastens rapidly in its development - the management of the Tailor's examination is highly skilful, and the alarm, which he is made to betray, is natural without being ludicrous. The explanation, too, which he finally