ary and
the other physiological, for which any candid critic was bound to thank
the author, even as in the Romany Rye there is a fact connected with Iro
Norman Myth, for the disclosing of which any person who pretends to have
a regard for literature is bound to thank him, namely, that the
mysterious Finn or Fingal of "Ossian's Poems" is one and the same person
as the Sigurd Fofnisbane of the Edda and the Wilkina, and the Siegfried
Horn of the Lay of the Niebelungs.

The writer might here conclude, and, he believes, most triumphantly; as,
however, he is in the cue for writing, which he seldom is, he will for
his own gratification, and for the sake of others, dropping metaphors
about vipers and serpents, show up in particular two or three sets or
cliques of people, who, he is happy to say, have been particularly
virulent against him and his work, for nothing indeed could have given
him greater mortification than their praise.

In the first place, he wishes to dispose of certain individuals who call
themselves men of wit and fashion--about town--who he is told have abused
his book "vaustly"--their own word. These people paint their cheeks,
wear white kid gloves, and dabble in literature, or what they conceive to
be literature. For abuse from such people, the writer was prepared. Does
any one imagine that the writer was not well aware, before he published
his book, that, whenever he gave it to the world, he should be attacked
by every literary coxcomb in England who had influence enough to procure
the insertion of a scurrilous article in a magazine or newspaper! He has
been in Spain, and has seen how invariably the mule attacks the horse;
now why does the mule attack the horse? Why, because the latter carries
about with him that which the envious hermaphrodite does not possess.

They consider, forsooth, that his book is low--but he is not going to
waste words about them--one or two of whom, he is told, have written very
duncie books about Spain, and are highly enraged with him, because
certain books which he wrote about Spain were not considered duncie. No,
he is not going to waste words upon them, for verily he dislikes their
company, and so he'll pass them by, and proceed to others.

The Scotch Charlie o'er the water people have been very loud in the abuse
of Lavengro--this again might be expected; the sarcasms of the Priest
about the Charlie o'er the water nonsense of course stung them. Oh! it
is one of the cla