se are favourite expressions of Mr. R. and
prominent in his comedies, living and defunct.]

[Footnote 13: Mr. T. Sheridan, the new manager of Drury Lane
Theatre, stripped the tragedy of Bonduca of the Dialogue, and
exhibited the scenes as the spectacle of Caractacus. Was this worthy
of his sire, or of himself?]

[Footnote 14:
Oh, wonder-working Lewis! monk, or bard,
Who fain would make Parnassus a church-yard!
Lo! wreaths of yew, not laurel, bind thy brow,
Thy Muse a sprite, Apollo's sexton thou!
Whether on ancient tombs thou tak'st thy stand,
By gibbering spectres hail'd, thy kindred band;
Or tracest chaste descriptions on thy page,
To please the females of our modest age.
All hail, M.P.![a] from whose infernal brain
Thin sheeted phantoms glide, a grisly train;
At whose command, "grim women" throng in crowds,
And kings of fire, of water, and of clouds,
With "small gray men," "wild yagers," and what not,
To crown with honour thee and Walter Scott:
Again, all hail! if tales like thine may please,
[b]St. Luke's alone can vanquish the disease;
Even Satan's self with thee might dread to dwell,
And in thy skull discern a deeper hell.

[Footnote 14a: See a poem to Mr. Lewis, in the Statesman, supposed
to be written by Mr. Jekyll.]

[Footnote 14b: St. Luke's is an hospital for lunatics in London.
_Editor of the Mirror._] ]

[Footnote 15: Mr. Greenwood is, we believe, scene-painter to Drury
Lane Theatre--as such, Mr. S. is much indebted to him.]

[Footnote 16: Mr. S. is the illustrious author of the "Sleeping
Beauty" and some Comedies, particularly "Maids and Bachelors."
_Baculaurii Baculo magis quam lauro digni._]

[Footnote 17: Naldi and Catalani require little notice--for the
visage of the one and the salary of the other, will enable us long
to recollect these amusing vagabonds; besides, we are still black
and blue from the squeeze on the first night of the lady's
appearance in trowsers.]

A London critic adds the following pertinent observations: "Thus far our
author concerning the stage, to which we add an observation or two of
our own. We certainly think the _barrel_ a curious asylum for a
distressed prince; but when we reflect on what kind of princes and
heroes the modern stage and modern authors exhibit, (the seige of St.
Quintin for instance, by the same author, Mr. Hook) we cannot help