y do not earn. England is a great country, and her interests require
that she should have many a well-paid official both at home and abroad;
but will England long continue a great country if the care of her
interests, both at home and abroad, is in many instances intrusted to
beings like him described above, whose only recommendation for an
official appointment was that he was deeply versed in the secrets of his
party and of the Whigs?

Before he concludes, the writer will take the liberty of saying of
Lavengro that it is a book written for the express purpose of inculcating
virtue, love of country, learning, manly pursuits, and genuine religion,
for example, that of the Church of England, and for awakening a contempt
for nonsense of every kind, and a hatred for priestcraft, more especially
that of Rome.

And in conclusion, with respect to many passages of his book in which he
has expressed himself in terms neither measured nor mealy, he will beg
leave to observe, in the words of a great poet, who lived a profligate
life it is true, but who died a sincere penitent--thanks, after God, to
good Bishop Burnet--

"All this with indignation I have hurl'd
At the pretending part of this proud world,
Who, swollen with selfish vanity, devise
False freedoms, formal cheats, and holy lies,
Over their fellow fools to tyrannise."

--ROCHESTER.

THE END.

Footnotes:

{0a} "Of anything like animal passion there is not a trace in all his
many volumes. Not a hint that he ever kissed a woman or ever took a
little child upon his knee. He was beardless: his voice was not the
voice of a man. His outbursts of wrath never translated themselves into
uncontrollable acts of violence; they showed themselves in all the
rancorous hatred that could be put into words--the fire smouldered in
that sad heart of his. Those big bones and huge muscles and the strong
brain were never to be reproduced in an offspring to be proud of. How if
he were the Narses of Literature--one who could be only what he was,
though we are always inclined to lament that he was not something
more?"--_Daily Chronicle_, _April_ 30, 1900.

{42} The apothecary.

{281} Tipperary.

{311} This was written in 1854.

{312} An obscene oath.

{313} See "Muses' Library," pp. 86, 87. London, 1738.

{314} Genteel with them seems to be synonymous with Gentile and Gentoo;
if so, the manner in which it has been applied for ages ceases to
su