'The intellectual atmosphere had received its taint; and as an influenza beginning in Tartary travels from China, throughout the whole inhabited part of the old continent, so was this moral pestilence to run its course.' Essays, ii., 74.

'The moral influenza of methodism.'- Colloquies, ii., 204.

'Did you ever, Sir, meet with the divine visions' of Hans Engelbrecht? He not only went to the place of torments, like Drithelm, and smelt the stink of the infernal pit, but brought some of the stink back with him, to convince his friends that he had been there.' -- Vindicia, 187.

'But let this folly pass.'— Vindicia, p. 48.

With this I conclude a letter which may remind the reader of the chapter concerning owls in Horrebow's Natural History of Iceland.'Vindicia, 57.

Both of these gentlemen revenge themselves on the bulk of Rees's Encyclopædia, by docking it of the initial En:

Would have filled more volumes than Dr.

Rees's Cyclopædia.' — Vindicia, 101.

He would have filled more volumes than Rees's Cyclopedia.' - The Doctor, ii., 116. 'A feeling, of which Lord Byron had no con- Which Lord Byron is as incapable of underception, would have withheld me from animad-standing, or even believing in another, as he is of verting in that manner upon his conduct. Sou feeling it in himself.' — The Doctor, ii., 81. they's second Letter concerning Lord Byron.

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Argument against Southey might be thought derivable from the sneering use of Wynn's name on page 146, vol. 1.- Wynn being one of Southey's oldest and dearest friends -to whom both Madoc' and the 'Vindiciae' are dedicated. But there is a passage in the Essays which not only affords precedent for this use of Wynn's name, but may be considered as the germ of the idea in The Doctor.' The coincidence is very striking. He is speaking of Catholic emancipation :

Speaking of the bells to be rung for the triumph of the Catholic cause: And to commemorate the extraordinary union of sentiment which that cause has brought about between persons not otherwise remarkable for any similitude of feelings or opinions, they might unite two or more names in one bell, and thus, with a peculiar felicity of compliment, show who, and who upon this great and memorable occasion, pulled together. In such a case the names selected for a peal of eight tunable bells might run thus:

1. Canning O'Connel. 2. Plunket Shiel. 3. Augustus Frederick Cobbet. 4. Williams Wynn. 5. Burdett Waithman. 6. Greenville Wood. 7. Palmerston Hume. 8. Lawless Brougham.' The Doctor, i., 146.

'The angelic Doctor, St. Thomas Aquinas, this greatest of the schoolmen.' - The Doctor, ii.,

115.

'An eloquent and wise and thoughtful author.' The Doctor.

'Hopes scarcely less delightful than those which seemed to dawn upon mankind with the discovery of the gases, and with the commencement of the French Revolution, and in these latter days with the progress of the Bible Society.' - The Doctor, i., 54.

'Sunday schools, which make Sunday a day of toil to teachers, and the most irksome day in the week to children.' The Doctor, ii., 186.

Long before Sunday schools-whether for good or evil - were invented. Patrons and patronesses of Sunday schools, be not offended if a doubt concerning their utility be here implied! The Doctor entertained such a doubt, and the why and the wherefore shall in due time be fairly stated.' The Doctor, ii., 55.

Southey was a republican in his youth, and is a tory in his manhood, and thus has contrived to get abused by both parties: and it seems, strangely enough, that the unknown 'Doctor' shared the same fate:

'All the abuse and calumny with which, from one party or the other, Anti-Jacobins or Jacobins, I have been assailed.'-Essays, ii., 30.

A spirit of Anti Jacobinism was predominant, which was as unjust and as intolerant, though not quite as ferocious, as the Jacobinism of the present day.' - Ib., ii., 10.

The peace of Utrecht galls both of them:

'England never had so much in her power as during the conferences at Utrecht, and never did she appear in so degraded and disgraceful a character. * *The faction which then, for its own sinister purposes, betrayed the interests of Europe.' Essays, ii., 66.

'Hartley, who betrayed Europe at Utrecht.' Hist. of the Penins. War, ii., 58.

'Your dealers in public and private scandal, whether Jacobins or Anti-Jacobins, the pimps and panders of a profligate press.'-The Doctor, i., 41.

'Hartley, famous for his library, and infamous for the peace of Utrecht.'- The Doctor, i., 55.

'Did Lord Lauderdale know that children inChimney sweeping. Children cannot be compelled to learn it, frightful and perilous as it is, evitably lacerate themselves in learning this without cruelty: it induces a peculiar and fatal dreadful occupation? that they are frequently disorder, so common as to be called the chimney crippled by it? frquently lose their lives in it by sweeper's disease; and the boys who escape the suffocation, or by slow fire? that it induces a peculiar and dreadful disease, and that those who disease, and are neither killed by filth nor hard usage, outgrow the employment when they shoot survive, have at the age of seventeen or eighteen to seek their living how they can in some other into manhood, and find themselves adrift upon the world, without any means of getting a live-employment, for it is only by children that this lihood.'-Essays, i., 225. can be carried on.' The Doctor, i., 90.

Both have noticed what I do not remember to have seen observed elsewhere- that by English writers-Swift, Sidney, and others - 'Stella' is erroneously employed for a female name.

'Cleon serving for a name feminine in French, as Stella has done in English.'- The Doctor, ii., 110.

'The law would not allow him to marry his brother's widow; a law, be it remarked in passing, which is not sanctioned by reason, and which, instead of being in conformity with scripture, is in direct opposition to it, being in fact the mere device of a corrupt and greedy church.'The Doctor, i., 37.

'Is Sidney, the first person who used 'Stella' as a female name? He must have known it was a man's name among the Romans.'-- Southey's Letters to Brydges-Brydges' Autobiog., ii., 282.

'No extenuation can be offered for these prohibitions, which were not more unwarranted by the laws of God and man, than they were unreasonable in themselves, and vexatious in their operation.'- Vindicia, 235.

He says (ibid.) that the object of the Romish church in making these prohibitions was to increase its revenue by the prices of permissionwhich explains the word greedy.'

We have thus placed in juxtaposition some passages, (and we might easily double their number,) which seem to us to afford decisive proof of proceeding from the same author. The peculiarity of the sentiments is as worthy of notice as their coincidence. On both sides a tory is seen condemning the peace of Utrecht, and arguing for law reform, two things which tories are not used to do: both seem to have suffered from Jacobin and Anti-Jacobin abuse--and where is the man, beside Southey, to whom that answers? Both condemn manufactories, ale-houses, and newspapers: both strongly argue the cultivation of waste lands, and condemn competition in trade; both advocate both, being religious men, oppose Sunday Schools and Bible Societies; catechising both argue that the poor-laws are so administered as to enhance the evil they were designed to check, and the imagination of both has been singularly impressed with the circumstance of poor persons dying in brick-kilns; both are anxious to remove the evil of children sweeping chimneys; both ridicule phrenology; and by both authors is displayed an unlimited command and use of the stores of Italian, Spanish, and old English literature. The author of 'The Doctor' quotes and praises Southey; but not more frequently, nor otherwise, than Southey does himself. In short, there are innumerable points of agreement between them -not one of discrepancy; and

there are not two distinct authors, or two distinct men, living, of whom this can be said: either the 'hands' or the ' voice' would differ.

We add one circumstance which we think admits of no rebutter, and fixes the authorship, beyond skepticism, upon Southey. The author of The Doctor' says, (vol. ii., p. 80.) 'Lord Brooke, who is called the most thoughtful of poets, by the most book-ful of Laureates.' Where does Southey give Lord Brooke this title? In a letter to Sir Egerton Brydges: 'Lord Brooke' who is the most thoughtful of all poets.' (Autobiography of Sir Egerton Brydges, ii., 278.) A tolerable familiar acquaintance with Southey's writings enables us to say, with entire confidence, that he applies this phrase to our English Lycophron no where else. Now 'The Doctor' was published early in January, 1834—the Autobiography of Sir Egerton, which first gave the letter to the public, not till late in June, 1834: so that here was the author of 'The Doctor' quoting a composition of Southey's a good half year before it was published. 'If that be not proof, speak?'

If our readers have not been able to penetrate the meaning of the words on the last page but one of 'The Doctor,' (p. 219., vol. 2.) we have the satisfaction of giving them the clue. The words are composed of the first syllables of the names of the author's friends, and of the author himself:

Isdis,

Israel D'israeli.

Roso,

Robert Southey.

Heta,

Henry Taylor.

Samro,

Samuel Rogers.

Theho,

Theodore Hook.

Heneco,

Thojama,

Johofre,

Henry Nelson Coleridge.
Thomas James Matthias.
John Hookham Frere.

Wala,

Walter Landor.

Venarchly,

Venerable Archdeacon Lyell.

Verevfrawra,

Very Rev. Francis Wrangham, etc.

PAULDING'S WORKS. VOLUME NINE. THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN BULL AND
BROTHER JONATHAN. By HECTOR BULL-US.
New-York: HARPER AND BROTHERS.

In one vol. New edition. pp. 193.

THIS is an old friend, who comes before the public most opportunely at the present time, with additional claims to the renewal of an ancient and cordial friendship. Those who remember the finely-tempered but pungent satire of this work- the light, vivacious spirit by which it is animated — and its tendency to diffuse a proper national respect and pride- will need no incentive to its re-perusal. The playful wit and keen sarcasm of the renowned 'Hector' has been additionally employed, in the edition before us, to bring down the course and opinions of John Bull' in relation to his 'Brother Jonathan' to our own immediate era. From the later portions of this truly 'diverting history' we select a characteristic chapter:

"WHEN Corporal Smelfungus got over to Jonathan's farms, that hospitable young fellow feasted him heartily, and showed him every attention, as was his custom toward deserved. strangers, of whose good word he was apt to think more than

"But the corporal was determined beforehand to be pleased with nothing, being, as I said before, set upon undeceiving Mrs. Bull and the squire's tenantry, and rescuing them from Brother Jonathan's seductions. He maintained the former was no better than she should be, and the latter a parcel of drivellers, to think the squire could learn any thing worth knowing from such a snivelling, mint-sling rum-jockey, who had no more manners than a bear, and no more morals than a pickpocket.

"He went about raking up all the old stories that had been hatched against Brother Jonathan for a hundred years past, and invented as many more as he could; but it was not a great many, being rather a dull fellow, with more illnature than wit, and more malignity than invention. The truth is, he was not a little put to it to find matter for running down Jonathan. His tenants were so well off, their rents so low, and they had such a plenty to eat and drink, that the corporal did not know exactly where to take hold of him, and was obliged to turn up his nose at the merest trifles, for want of something better.

"One day, being at breakfast at a tavern, he luckily saw a mustard pot upset on the table, upon which he noted it down carefully, that Jonathan could never eat his meals without upsetting all the mustard, and did not know how to behave like a gentleman.

"The next thing he did was to find fault with the great size of Jonathan's heefsteaks, which he swore were as big as newspapers, and enough to take away a man's stomach to look at. But what was worse than all this, he had no silver forks at his table, and

none but barbarians could eat without silver forks.

"Happening to see a young fellow, who was an officer in the militia, in his everyday clothes, wearing a dirk to show he was a soldier, the corporal put it down in his memorandum-book that all Jonathan's tenants wore dirks, and did not mind killing a neighbor any more than they did murdering the squire's English, as he called it. Every man he saw that had but one eye, he concluded had been gouged to a certainty; and if any one happened to ask him the hour, instead of pulling out his turnip and answering him in a civil manner, he set him down as an impertinent, guessing, inquisitive Yankee, as Jonathan's tenants were commonly called. But he did not tell them so to their faces, for fear of being gouged.

"There was an old joke, got up in a good-humored way, about some of Jonathan's tenants away Down East selling wooden nutmegs, and playing other such pranks upon the people of Southlands; this the corporal got hold of, for he was very industrious in picking up such things, and thereupon set down the people Down East as a parcel of rogues.

"Sometimes he employed himself whole days counting how many times the people spit; at others he would stand with his watch in his hand, calculating how many minutes they were in swallowing their dinner, and how many times they drank at their meals; or in listening to the free, off-hand talk of the tenants, to find out whether they spoke good grammar; and whenever he got a chance, he would pimp into the bed-chambers, to see if they had any clean towels, combs, wash-hand basins, and proper conveniences under the bed. Happening to find a dirty napkin one day in a miserable tavern, in a room without a comb, he snapped his fingers in triumph, and swore Jonathan's tenants did not know what clean napkins were, and combed their hair with currycombs. When he could find nothing to set him going, he scratched his pate, and passed his time grumbling about democratic licentiousness and universal suffrage. All this he called speculating, generalizing, and philosophizing.

"Having a great taste, like most of Squire Bull's tenants, for seeing people hanged, he went all through Jonathan's farms to find out a gallows, and being disappointed in his search, relieved his mortification by putting down in his memorandums that there was no such thing as punishing a criminal, and that it required great interest to get hanged there. All this time he was feasting and carousing it lustily among the tenants, who little thought they had an illnatured, grumbling, tattling curmudgeon among them, spying out their little oddities, and inventing scandals when he could not find any ready made to his hands. Once or twice, indeed, he got taken down pretty handsomely. The first time was when he attempted to walk over a dinner-table, to show his breeding; and the next when he undertook to sprawl himself at full length on a sofa, among some of Jonathan's ladies. These little rubs only made him ten times the more spiteful, and he paid poor Jonathan off in his memorandums.

"When he had collected together all the scandal and tittle-tattle, and pumped out of the old women all the private anecdotes they had stored up for fifty years past, he went back to Bullock Island, chuckling at his great success, and thinking to himself how he should stump Mrs. Bull and the drivellers, who had been seduced by Brother Jonathan into an admiration of his parts, and an imitation of his Yankee notions.

"Well, corporal,' cried the squire, as soon as he laid his eyes on him-well, my fine fellow, have you dished that rebellious rogue, my son Jonathan hey, baby? come, let's see what you have got; out with it, my hearty! and he rubbed his hands, in expectation of a high treat from the corporal's muster-roll.

"Corporal Smelfungus thereupon pulled out a whole bundle of smutty paper; for he was rather a dirty little fellow, and always carried his snuff in his breeches-pocket, and began to read off what he had set down in a pompous manner, as though it had been well worth hearing, the squire all the time rubbing his hands, snapping his fingers, and drinking the corporal's health every two minutes.

"Body o' me!' he would cry out every now and then, body o' me! what will Madam Bull say to that, and what will those great blockheads, my tenants, think of this. By cox-body, corporal, but I think this will do the business, and put an end to Master Jonathan's seductions.' Then would he strut about the room, the corporal following, 79

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and ever and anon having a fling at honest Jonathan out of his memorandums. After this, nothing would do but he must go to his wife and tell her all about it.

"The good lady was a little stumped at Jonathan's having no silver forks, though, for the matter of that, it was but a little while since the squire had begun to use them at great doings and holidays. All the rest of the time he kept them locked up for fear his Servants would steal them, I suppose. Women, I have observed, think a great deal of such matters; and the very hardest thing they can say of a man is, that he is not genteel. Men do n't mind these trifles so much, except in so far as they approach to the feelings and habits of women. Mrs. Bull thought to herself it was better to have silver forks and nothing to eat with them, than to have plenty of victuals and no silver forks. Jonathan, therefore, began rapidly to fall from her good graces.

"As the corporal proceeded to read how Jonathan swallowed his meat without chewing it, piled up his bones by the side of his plate, instead of eating them like a gentleman, and combed his hair with a currycomb, Mrs. Bull began to make wry faces; but when, by way of a doxology, the corporal read out in an audible voice how Jonathan cracked his eggs at the wrong end, she gave a loud shriek, and fell into the squire's arms in a fit. When she came to again, she gave the squire a hearty smack, and promised faithfully to have no more to say to a fellow that had no silver forks, and broke his eggs at the wrong end.

"By the glory of my ancestors,' cried John, 'but you 're the man for my money, after all, corporal. What shall I do for you, my brave fellow, hey? Hum-ha-I have it. I'll make you superintendent of the Bridewell, where you shall teach the bad women to be genteel.' The corporal kissed his hand as in duty bound.

"But, body o' me!' said the squire, after a little while; now we've done the old woman's business, let us go and get my rascally tenants out of Jonathan's seductions.' "Accordingly, they went round among them, the corporal all the while reading out of his muster-roll of dirty paper, until they got a great crowd about them.

"There, there!' said the squire, when they came to the silver forks; 'what think you of that, you discontented blockheads, hey

"Silver forks!' said the tenants; Iwe never saw any in the whole course of our lives; and for the matter of that, we do n't care what sort of forks we have, if you will only allow us enough to eat.' 6

"Body o' me!' said the squire, what a set of blockheads!'

"Then the corporal came to cracking the eggs; the squire again rubbed his hands, and cried out:

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'There, boys, there! What think you of that, hey?'

"We avent heaten hany heggs these ten years. They hall go to the parson and the landlord,' replied they.

"Hum!' said the squire.

"But when the corporal came to the beefsteaks, they all cried out in astonishment: "Beefsteaks as big as newspapers! Come, boys, let 's be off.' And away they scampered, shouting:

"Huzza for Brother Jonathan and his big beefsteaks!'

"The squire looked askance at the corporal, and the corporal at the squire.

Corporal,' quoth John, 'either I or my tenants are the greatest blockheads in existence.'

"That's as clear as preaching,' quoth the corporal; and away he went to take possession of his office."

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for

How slily an undeniable truth is conveyed in the annexed paragraphs: "When Jonathan, who never failed to buy all the books put forth by these rogues he had a great curiosity to hear what other folks said of him when Jonathan, I say, saw how John Bull had clapperclawed his character, he got out of all patience, and would often exclaim:

"I'll be darned if this old father of mine is n't a little too bad by half. Here he is palavering me every day of his life, and telling me he wants to be friends; and yet he does nothing but get his plaguy schoolmasters and old women to abuse me like a pickpocket. I'll be switched if I do n't be even with him, or my name is n't Jonathan.'

"And then he fell to work, putting it into the squire pretty handsomely, swearing he was the biggest liar that ever broke bread, and contradicting all John said of him with such zeal, that he sometimes denied what, to my mind, was very much to his credit."

The materials for right thinking which are adroitly diffused through these pages, and the patriotic sentiments which they unfold, would be a sufficient recommendation of the book, even were it less characterized than it is by the strong attractions of a style which has made all the works of the author so acceptable to the public. We should not omit to mention that the spirited sketch, entitled The History of Uncle Sam and his Boys,' worthily closes the volume.