e, and from various
other distinguished Persons.

"Tot ou tard, tout se scait."--MAINTENON.

In 2 vols. London, 1838. Henry Colburn.

That it's a woman who wrote it is evydent from the style of the writing,
as well as from certain proofs in the book itself. Most suttnly a femail
wrote this Dairy; but who this Dairy-maid may be, I, in coarse, can't
conjecter: and indeed, common galliantry forbids me to ask. I can only
judge of the book itself; which, it appears to me, is clearly trenching
upon my ground and favrite subjicks, viz. fashnabble life, as igsibited
in the houses of the nobility, gentry, and rile fammly.

But I bare no mallis--infamation is infamation, and it doesn't matter
where the infamy comes from; and whether the Dairy be from that
distinguished pen to which it is ornarily attributed--whether, I say,
it comes from a lady of honor to the late quean, or a scullion to that
diffunct majisty, no matter: all we ask is nollidge; never mind how we
have it. Nollidge, as our cook says, is like trikel-possit--it's always
good, though you was to drink it out of an old shoo.

Well, then, although this Dairy is likely searusly to injur my pussonal
intrests, by fourstalling a deal of what I had to say in my private
memoars--though many, many guineas, is taken from my pockit, by
cuttin short the tail of my narratif--though much that I had to say in
souperior languidge, greased with all the ellygance of my orytory, the
benefick of my classcle reading, the chawms of my agreble wit, is thus
abruply brot befor the world by an inferior genus, neither knowing nor
writing English; yet I say, that nevertheless I must say, what I am
puffickly prepaired to say, to gainsay which no man can say a word--yet
I say, that I say I consider this publication welkom. Far from viewing
it with enfy, I greet it with applaws; because it increases that most
exlent specious of nollidge, I mean "FASHNABBLE NOLLIDGE:" compayred
to witch all other nollidge is nonsince--a bag of goold to a pare of
snuffers.

Could Lord Broom, on the Canady question, say moar? or say what he had
tu say better? We are marters, both of us, to prinsple; and every body
who knows eather knows that we would sacrafice anythink rather than
that. Fashion is the goddiss I adoar. This delightful work is an offring
on her srine; and as sich all her wushippers are bound to hail it.
Here is not a question of trumpry lords and honrabbles, generals and
barronites, bu