d be under the shade of his garden-tree, or by the hearth of his
home. But the tyrant who kept Europe in awe is now a pitiable object for
scorn to point the finger of derision at: and humanity shudders as it
remembers the scourge with which this man's ambition was permitted to
devastate every home tie, and every heartfelt joy."

And now, after this sublime passidge, as full of awfle reflections and
pious sentyments as those of Mrs. Cole in the play, I shall only quot
one little extrak more:--

"All goes gloomily with the poor princess. Lady Charlotte Campbell told
me she regrets not seeing all these curious personages; but she says,
the more the princess is forsaken, the more happy she is at having
offered to attend her at this time. THIS IS VERY AMIABLE IN HER, and
cannot fail to be gratifying to the princess."

So it is--wery amiable, wery kind and considerate in her, indeed. Poor
Princess! how lucky you was to find a frend who loved you for your own
sake, and when all the rest of the wuld turned its back kep steady to
you. As for believing that Lady Sharlot had any hand in this book,*
heaven forbid! she is all gratitude, pure gratitude, depend upon it. SHE
would not go for to blacken her old frend and patron's carrickter, after
having been so outrageously faithful to her; SHE wouldn't do it, at no
price, depend upon it. How sorry she must be that others an't quite
so squemish, and show up in this indesent way the follies of her kind,
genrus, foolish bennyfactris!

* The "authorized" announcement, in the John Bull newspaper, sets this
question at rest. It is declared that her ladyship is not the writer of
the Diary.--O. Y.

EPISTLES TO THE LITERATI.

CH-S Y-LL-WPL-SH, ESQ., TO SIR EDWARD LYTTON BULWER, BT.

JOHN THOMAS SMITH, ESQ., TO C--S Y--H, ESQ.

NOTUS.

The suckmstansies of the following harticle are as follos:--Me and
my friend, the sellabrated Mr. Smith, reckonized each other in the
Haymarket Theatre, during the performints of the new play. I was settn
in the gallery, and sung out to him (he was in the pit), to jine us
after the play, over a glass of bear and a cold hoyster, in my pantry,
the family being out.

Smith came as appinted. We descorsed on the subjick of the comady;
and, after sefral glases, we each of us agreed to write a letter to the
other, giving our notiums of the pease. Paper was brought that momint;
and Smith writing his harticle across the knife-bord, I dasht