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I HAVE been informed, since the present edition went to the press, that my trusty and well-beloved cousins, the Edinburgh Reviewers, are preparing a most vehement eri. tique on my poor, gentle, unresisting Muse, whom they have already so be-deviled with their ungodly ribaldry
por Tantæne animis cælestibus Iræ!" I suppose I must say of JEFFREY as Sir ANTHONY AGUECHEEK saith, "an I had known he was so cunning of fence, I had seen him damned ere I had fought him.' What a pity it is that I shall be beyond the Bosphorus before the next number has passed the Tweed! But I yet hope to light my pipe with it in Persia.
My northern friends have accused me, with justice, of personality towards their great literary Anthropophagus, JEFFREY; but what else was to be done with him and his dirty pack, who feed by lying and slandering,' and slake their thirst by 'evil speaking ? I have adduced facts already well known, and of JEFFREY's mind I have stated my free opinion, nor has he thence sustained any injury ;-what scavenger was ever soiled by being pelted with mud? It may be said that I quit England because I have censured there persons of honour and wit about towu,' but I am coming back again, and their vengeance will keep hot till my return. Those wbo know me can testify that my motives for leaving England are very different from fears, literary or personal: those who do not, may one day be convinced. Since the publication of this thing, my name has not been concealed; I have been mostly in London, ready to answer for my transgressions, and in daily expectation of sundry cartels; but, alas ! 'the age of chivalry is over,' or, in the vulgar tongue, there is no spirit now-a-days.
There is a youth ycleped HEWSON CLARKE, (Subaudi, Esquire,) a sizer of Emmanuel College, and, I believe, a deņizen of Berwick-upon-Tweed, whom I have introduced in these pages to much better company than be bas been accustomed to meet; he is, notwithstanding, a very sad dog, and for no reason that I can discover, except a personal quarrel with a bear, kept by me at Cambridge to sit for a fellowship, and whom the jealousy of his Trinity cotemporaries prevented from success, has been abusing me, and what is worse, the defenceless innocent above-mentioned, in “The Satirist,' for one year and some months, I am utterly unconscious of having given him any provocation ; indeed, I am guiltless of having heard his name till coupled with *The Satirist.' He has therefore no reason to complain, and I dare say that, like Sir FRETFUL PLAGIARY, he is rather pleased than otherwise. I have now mentioned all who have done me the honour to notice me and mine, that is, my bear and my book, except the editor of The Satirist,' who, it seems, is a gentleman-God wot! I wish he could impart a little of his gentility to his subordinate scribblers. I hear that Mr. JERNING HAM is about to take up the cudgels for his Mæcenas, Lord CARLISLE; I hope not : he was one of the few, who, in the very short intercourse I had with him, treated me with kindness when a boy, and whatever he may say or do, 'pour on, I will endure.' I have nothing further to add, save a general notice of thanksgiving to readers, purchasers, and publisher, and, in the words of Scott, I wish
• To all and each a fair good night,
Qualis in Eurotæ ripis, aut per juga Cynthi