question,
not otherwise worth a stiver, has been sold as high as 15s., in
consequence of the Dibdinian flagellation. Poor Gardiner! his end was
most deplorable.

We approach BERNARDO, who was intended to represent the late Mr.
JOSEPH HASLEWOOD; and of whose book-fame a very particular, and I
would hope impartial, account will be found in the "_Literary
Reminiscences of my Literary Life_." There is no one portion of that
work which affords me more lively satisfaction on a re-perusal. The
cause of the _individual_ was merged in the cause of _truth_. The
strangest compound of the strangest materials that ever haunted a
human brain, poor Bernardo was, in spite of himself, a man of _note_
towards his latter days. Every body wondered what was in him; but
something, certainly worth the perusal; oozed out of him in his
various motley performances; and especially in his edition of Drunken
Barnaby's Tour, which exhibited the rare spectacle of an accurate
Latin (as well as English) text, by an individual who did not know the
dative singular from the dative plural of _hic, haec, hoc_! Haslewood,
however, "hit the right nail upon the head" when he found out the
_real_ author Barnaby, in Richard Brathwait; from the unvarying
designation of "_On the Errata_," at the end of Brathwait's pieces,
which is observable in that of his "_Drunken Barnaby's Tour_." It was
an [Greek: eurecha] [Transcriber's Note: [Greek: eureka]] in its way;
and the late Mr. Heber used to shout aloud, "stick to _that_,
Haslewood, and your fame is fixed!" He was always proud of it; but
lost sight of it sadly, as well as of almost every thing else, when he
composed "_The Roxburghe Revels_." Yet what could justify the cruelty
of dragging this piece of private absurdity before the public
tribunal, on the death of its author? Even in the grave our best
friends may be our worst foes.

At page 196 we are introduced to QUISQUILIUS, the then intended
representative of Mr. George Baker, of St. Paul's Churchyard; whose
prints and graphic curiosities were sold after his death for several
thousand pounds. Mr. Baker did not survive the publication of the
Bibliomania; but it is said he got scent of his delineated character,
which ruffled every feather of his plumage. He was thin-skinned to
excess; and, as far as that went, a _Heautontomorumenos_! Will this
word "re-animate his clay?"

The "short gentleman," called ROSICRUSIUS, at page 127, must
necessarily be the author o