agine 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 claims which 'Lavengro' has to respect, that it is the
first, if not the only work, in which that nonsense is, to a certain
extent, exposed. Two or three of their remarks on passages of 'Lavengro'
he will reproduce and laugh at. Of course your Charlie o'er the water
people are genteel exceedingly, and cannot abide anything low. Gypsyism
they think is particularly low, and the use of gypsy words in literature
beneath its gentility; so they object to gypsy words being used in
'Lavengro' where gypsies are introduced speaking. 'What is Romany
forsooth?' say they. Very good! And what is Scotch? Has not the public
been nauseated with Scotch for the last thirty years? 'Ay, but Scotch is
not--' The writer believes he knows much better than the Scotch what
Scotch is, and what it is not; he has told them before what it is, a very
sorry jargon. He will now tell them what it's not--a sister or an
immediate daughter of the Sanscrit, which Romany is. 'Ay, but the Scotch
are'--foxes, foxes, nothing else than foxes, even like the gypsies--the
difference between the gypsy and Scotch fox being that the first is wild,
with a mighty brush, the other a sneak, with a gilt collar and without a
tail.

A Charlie o'er the water person attempts to be witty because the writer
has said that perhaps a certain old Ed