instance, who has in the press one of those
cerberus-leviathans of fiction, so common now; incredible as folio
to future ages. Saunders will take you by the hand, and lead you over
carpets two inches thick--under rosy curtains--to dinner-tables. He
will _fete_ you, and opera you, and dazzle your young imagination with
_e'p'ergnes,_ and salvers, and buhl and ormolu. No fishwives or painters
shall intrude upon his polished scenes; all shall be as genteel as
himself. Saunders is a good authority; he is more in the society,
and far more in the confidence of the great, than most fashionable
novelists. Mr. Saunders's work will be in three volumes; nine hundred
and ninety pages!!!!!!

In other words, this single work of this ingenious writer will equal in
bulk the aggregate of all the writings extant by Moses, David, Solomon,
Isaiah, and St. Paul!!!

I shall not venture into competition with this behemoth of the _salon;_
I will evaporate in thin generalities.

Lord Ipsden then lived very happily with Lady Barbara, whose hero he
straightway became, and who nobly and poetically dotes upon him. He has
gone into political life to please her, and will remain there--to please
himself. They were both very grateful to Newhaven; when they married
they vowed to visit it twice a year, and mingle a fortnight's simple
life with its simple scenes; but four years have passed, and they have
never been there again, and I dare say never will; but when Viscount
Ipsden falls in with a brother aristocrat who is crushed by the fiend
_ennui,_ he remembers Aberford, and condenses his famous recipe into a
two-edged hexameter, which will make my learned reader laugh, for it is
full of wisdom:

"Diluculo surgas! miseris succurrere discas!!"

Flucker Johnstone meditated during breakfast upon the five hundred
pounds, and regretted he had not years ago adopted Mr. Gatty's
profession; some days afterward he invited his sister to a conference.
Chairs being set, Mr. Flucker laid down this observation, that near
relations should be deuced careful not to cast discredit upon one
another; that now his sister was to be a lady, it was repugnant to his
sense of right to be a fisherman and make her ladyship blush for him;
on the contrary, he felt it his duty to rise to such high consideration
that she should be proud of him.

Christie acquiesced at once in this position, but professed herself
embarrassed to know how such a "ne'er-do-weel" was to be made a
so