remarkabble
for anythink, it's for my study and delineation of character; THAT is
presizely the pint to which my littery purshuits have led me." Have you
read "Jil Blaw," my dear sir? Have you pirouzed that exlent tragady, the
"Critic?" There's something so like this in Sir Fretful Plaguy, and the
Archbishop of Granadiers, that I'm blest if I can't laff till my sides
ake. Think of the critix fixing on the very pint for which you are
famus!--the roags! And spose they had said the plot was absudd, or the
langwitch absudder still, don't you think you would have had a word in
defens of them too--you who hope to find frends for your dramatic wux
in the nex age? Poo! I tell thee, Barnet, that the nex age will be
wiser and better than this; and do you think that it will imply itself a
reading of your trajadies? This is misantrofy, Barnet--reglar Byronism;
and you ot to have a better apinian of human natur.

Your apinion about the actors I shan't here meddle with. They all acted
exlently as far as my humbile judgement goes, and your write in giving
them all possible prays. But let's consider the last sentence of the
prefiz, my dear Barnet, and see what a pretty set of apiniuns you lay
down.

1. The critix are your inymies in this age.

2. In the nex, however, you hope to find newmrous frends.

3. And it's a satisfackshn to think that, in spite of politticle
diffrances, you have found frendly aujences here.

Now, my dear Barnet, for a man who begins so humbly with what my friend
Father Prout calls an argamantum ad misericorjam, who ignowledges that
his play is bad, that his pore dear helth is bad, and those cussid
critix have played the juice with him--I say, for a man who beginns in
such a humbill toan, it's rather RICH to see how you end.

My dear Barnet, DO you suppose that POLITTICLE DIFFRANCES prejudice
pepple against YOU? What ARE your politix? Wig, I presume--so are mine,
ontry noo. And what if they ARE Wig, or Raddiccle, or Cumsuvvative? Does
any mortial man in England care a phig for your politix? Do you think
yourself such a mity man in parlymint, that critix are to be angry with
you, and aujences to be cumsidered magnanamous because they treat you
fairly? There, now, was Sherridn, he who roat the "Rifles" and "School
for Scandle" (I saw the "Rifles" after your play, and, O Barnet, if
you KNEW what a relief it was!)--there, I say, was Sherridn--he WAS a
politticle character, if you please--he COULD make a spitch