tulze,
or Nugee, might cry out that THEIR motifs were but to assert the eturnle
truth of tayloring, with just as much reazn; and who would believe them?

Well; after this acknollitchmint that the play is bad, come sefral pages
of attack on the critix, and the folt those gentry have found with it.
With these I shan't middle for the presnt. You defend all the characters
1 by 1, and conclude your remarks as follows:--

"I must be pardoned for this disquisition on my own designs. When every
means is employed to misrepresent, it becomes, perhaps, allowable to
explain. And if I do not think that my faults as a dramatic author are
to be found in the study and delineation of character, it is precisely
because THAT is the point on which all my previous pursuits in
literature and actual life would be most likely to preserve me from the
errors I own elsewhere, whether of misjudgment or inexperience.

"I have now only to add my thanks to the actors for the zeal and talent
with which they have embodied the characters entrusted to them. The
sweetness and grace with which Miss Faucit embellished the part of
Violet, which, though only a sketch, is most necessary to the coloring
and harmony of the play, were perhaps the more pleasing to the audience
from the generosity, rare with actors, which induced her to take a
part so far inferior to her powers. The applause which attends the
performance of Mrs. Warner and Mr. Strickland attests their success
in characters of unusual difficulty; while the singular beauty and
nobleness, whether of conception or execution, with which the greatest
of living actors has elevated the part of Norman (so totally different
from his ordinary range of character), is a new proof of his versatility
and accomplishment in all that belongs to his art. It would be scarcely
gracious to conclude these remarks without expressing my acknowledgment
of that generous and indulgent sense of justice which, forgetting all
political differences in a literary arena, has enabled me to appeal to
approving audiences--from hostile critics. And it is this which alone
encourages me to hope that, sooner or later, I may add to the dramatic
literature of my country something that may find, perhaps, almost as
many friends in the next age as it has been the fate of the author to
find enemies in this."

See, now, what a good comfrabble vanaty is! Pepple have quarld with the
dramatic characters of your play. "No," says you; "if I AM