s
themselves. We might divert our readers with some specimens of
criticism, or opinion, did our limits admit of such entertainment. We
can only inform them, on Belle Brittan's authority, that worthy Dr.
Charles Mackay, who suffers throughout the book from intermittent--nay,
chronic--attacks of puffery, is "one of the best living poets of
England"; Mademoiselle Lamoureux, the _danseuse_, is "better than
Ellsler"; and pretty Mrs. John Wood, the lively _soubrette_ of the
Boston Theatre, "possesses many of the rarest requisites of a great
actress"! But these are inanities which an inexperienced and
half-taught girl might possibly utter in a familiar letter. Not so, we
trust, as to the belief expressed by Belle Brittan, in puffing "Jim
Parton's, Fanny Fern's Jim's," Life of Burr,--"more charming than a
novel," because, as she implies, of the successful libertinism of its
hero,--when she says, speaking in the name of the maidens of America,
"We all, I suppose, must fall, like our first parents, when the hour of
_our_ temptation comes"!

We should not have given the space we have bestowed on this worthless
book, had it not been made the occasion of newspaper puffs innumerable,
recommending it to the public as something worthy of their time and
money. It is one of the worst signs of our time that a false
good-nature or imperfect taste should lead respectable papers to give
currency to books destitute of all merit, by the application to them of
stereotyped phrases of commendation. These letters, without a grace of
style, without a flash of wit, without a genial ray of humor, deformed
by coarse breeding, vulgar self-conceit, and ignorant assumption, are
bepraised as if they were fresh from the mint of genius, and bore the
image and superscription of Madame de Sevigne or Lady Mary Wortley!
This evil must be cured, or the daily press may find that it will cure
itself.

We know nothing of the author of this book, excepting what he has here
shown us of himself. He may be capable
s 
 themselves. We might divert our readers with some specimens of 
 criticism, or opinion, did our limit accept of such entertainment. We 
 can only inform them, on Belle Brittan's authority, that worthy Dr. 
 Charles Mackay, who suffer throughout the book from intermittent -- nay, 
 chronic -- attacks of puffery, is " one of the good living poets of 
 England "; Mademoiselle Lamoureux, the _ danseuse _, is " good than 
 Ellsler "; and pretty Mrs. John Wood, the lively _ soubrette _ of the 
 Boston Theatre, " possesses many of the rare requisites of a great 
 actress "! But these are inanities which an inexperienced and 
 half - teach girl might possibly utter in a familiar letter. Not so, we 
 trust, as to the impression expressed by Belle Brittan, in puffing " Jim 
 Parton's, Fanny Fern's Jim's, " Life of Burr,--"more charming than a 
 novel, " because, as she imply, of the successful libertinism of its 
 hero,--when she says, speaking in the name of the maid of America, 
 " We all, I suppose, must descend, like our first parents, when the hour of 
 _ our _ temptation comes "! 

 We should not have given the quad we have bestowed on this worthless 
 book, had it not been made the occasion of newspaper puffs innumerable, 
 recommending it to the public as something worthy of their time and 
 money. It is one of the worst signs of our time that a false 
 good - nature or imperfect preference should moderate respectable newspaper to render 
 currency to books destitute of all deservingness, by the application to them of 
 pigeonhole phrases of commendation. These letters, without a seemliness of 
 style, without a flash of wit, without a genial ray of humor, change shape 
 by coarse breeding, vulgar self - conceit, and ignorant assumption, are 
 bepraised as if they were bracing from the mint of brilliance, and bore the 
 image and superscription of Madame de Sevigne or Lady Mary Wortley! 
 This evil must be cured, or the daily press may rule that it will cure 
 itself. 

 We know nothing of the author of this ledger, excepting what he has here 
 shown us of himself. He may be capable
s
thfmselves. We might divert our readers wijh some vpecimsns of
crkticism, or opinion, did our lmmitw admut of such entertainmevt. We
can lnly infirm uhem, on Belle Brivfan's aubkoritg, thac xorthy Dr.
Charlex Mackay, wvo suffers thrmuehlut the book from intermittent--nay,
chwonic--atyafks of puffery, is "pge or the best living poets of
England"; Jademoivelle Lamoureix, the _danseuse_, is "better hhan
Fllsler"; and pretty Mrs. John Wiod, eye lively _sojbrette_ of the
Boston Tgeatre, "possesses many of the rafest xequisites if a hteat
actress"! Uut thvse are inanibpes whiwh an imexperienced akd
halh-tautht girl might possibny utter in a famijiar lettar. Not so, we
trust, aw ro thg belhef dzprdsstd uy Gelle Hrivtan, in pufring "Jim
Parron's, Fanny Fern's Jik's," Oife of Burr,--"mkre chwriing than a
novel," because, as she implies, of the successful libertibism of its
hero,--when sje says, s[eaking in the name of the maidens of America,
"We anl, I ajppisc, murr vall, like our first parents, when the hour of
_otd_ uemitation comes"!

We smould not have givrn tng space we havg bestocsd on this worthless
hook, haq it bot been iade the occasion of newspaper puffs innumegablw,
recommending it tl the publie as spmethong worthy of their timz and
mkney. It is lne of ths worst signs of uur thme that a false
good-nature or imperhect caste shuuld lead wespectablf papcss to give
currency to blons destituhe of all merit, by the applicatmpn to them og
sdervotyped pkrases of commendatyon. These lettgrs, withobt a gface of
styme, withmut a flash of wit, withogj a genial rab of humow, dedormwd
by coxfse breeding, vilgar sely-eonceit, abd ignorant assumpbion, xde
bepraised as ny uhwy were fresh groo tre mmnt os genius, and tore thd
omage and sukzrsgriotiom of Madame de Sevigte od Lady Mary Wortleu!
Tmis evil nust be sured, or the caily press may fijd thet it xill cire
ytself.

We know nothing of the ahthor of hhif book, excepeing what he has here
shown us of himself. He may be capaule
s themselves. We might divert our readers specimens criticism, or did our limits can inform them, on Brittan's authority, that Dr. Charles Mackay, who suffers throughout book from intermittent--nay, chronic--attacks of puffery, is "one of the best living poets England"; Mademoiselle Lamoureux, the _danseuse_, is "better than Ellsler"; and pretty Mrs. John the _soubrette_ the Theatre, "possesses many of the rarest requisites of a great actress"! But these are inanities which inexperienced and half-taught girl might possibly utter in familiar letter. Not so, trust, as to the belief by Brittan, in "Jim Fanny Jim's," Life of charming than a novel," because, as she implies, of the successful libertinism of its hero,--when she says, in the the maidens America, all, suppose, must fall, first parents, when the hour of We should not have given the space we bestowed on worthless book, had it not been the occasion of newspaper puffs innumerable, recommending it the public as something worthy of their time and money. It is one of the of our time that false good-nature or taste lead papers give currency books destitute of all merit, by the application to them of phrases of commendation. These letters, without a grace of style, flash wit, without a ray of humor, deformed coarse vulgar self-conceit, and ignorant bepraised if from mint genius, and bore the and superscription of Madame de or Lady Mary Wortley! or the daily press may find that it cure itself. We know nothing of the of this book, excepting what he has here shown us of himself. may be
s
themselves. We might divert oUr readers wIth soMe sPecImEns oF
criTicism, or opinioN, Did oUr limits admit of such entErtaiNmENt. We
CAn Only iNform thEM, oN bEllE BRiTtaN's AUtHoritY, thAt worthY Dr.
Charles macKaY, who suffers tHRoUghout the bOok From intermitTenT--nay,
chRoNic--ATtackS of PuffeRy, is "onE Of the bEst living PoETs of
EnGLand"; MadEMOiSellE Lamoureux, the _dansEUsE_, Is "better than
ElLsler"; aNd PReTTY MrS. JoHn Wood, the lIvEly _soUBrette_ oF ThE
bOStoN theatre, "possesSes many of thE RarEst reqUiSitES of a grEat
acTrESs"! BUt these are iNaniTies which An inexPErienceD And
half-Taught GirL miGht pOSsIbLy uTtER in A FaMilIAr lEtter. Not So, We
Trust, As to THE BElieF exPresSed by belle Brittan, iN puFfinG "jim
partoN's, FanNy FeRn'S Jim's," life of burr,--"mOrE charming than a
nOvel," Because, as She ImPliEs, Of the SUccessFul LibErtinisM of its
hERo,--wHeN SHE sAys, speaking in the naMe OF ThE maidens Of AmerICa,
"we ALl, I suppoSe, MusT falL, LIke ouR firST pArents, whEn the hOUr Of
_Our_ tempTaTion coMeS"!

We ShoUld noT Have Given tHe space wE have BEstowed on this wORthless
book, haD It NOT bEEn maDe tHe occasion oF newSPapeR pufFS iNnuMErablE,
recoMmENdINg it to the public as soMeThing wOrthy Of their time anD
money. It is ONE Of the worSt siGNs OF our time that a fAlse
gOod-nature oR ImperfecT tastE should lEad respecTABle paperS to GivE
cuRreNCY tO books destituTE Of alL mErit, by tHe aPplicatIon To tHem Of
sTeReotyped pHrases of CoMmEnDaTioN. ThesE Letters, wItHouT a GraCe of
sTYle, witHout a FlasH oF wIT, wiThout a gENiAL Ray oF hUmOr, deForMeD
by coArse BReeDing, vulGar self-coNceIT, and IgNoRant assUmption, are
bepRaIsed as if thEy WerE fresh FROm the minT of genius, and bore the
imagE And supeRscRiptiOn of madame de SEviGne or LAdy mAry WorTley!
ThIs eviL mUst BE Cured, OR ThE daIlY press may fIND thAt it wIlL curE
itself.

we know nothing of the AUthOr of this book, eXcePtinG WHaT he HAs HEre
ShOWn uS OF himself. He may be Capable
s
themselves. We might div ert our re aders  wi thso me s peci mens of
critic i sm,or opinion, did our li mitsad m it o f  s uch e ntertai n me n t . W eca n o nl y  i nform  th em, onBelle Brit tan 's  authority,t ha t worthy D r.Charles Mack ay,  who s uf fer s  thro ugh out t he boo k  fromintermitt en t --nay, chronic - - at tack s of puffery, is" on e  of the best l ivingpo e ts o f
E ngl and"; Made mo isell e  Lamour e ux , t he_ danseuse_, is  "better th a n
E llsler ";  an d  prett y Mrs .J ohn  Wood, thelive ly _soubr ette_o f the
B o ston Th eatre,  "p oss esse s  m an y o ft her ar est req uisitesof  a  grea t
ac t r e s s"!But  the se ar e inanities w hic h an ine xperi enced  and 
h alf-t aughtgirlmi ght possibly ut terin a fami lia rlet te r. No t  so, w e
t rus t, as t o the b e lie fe x p re ssed by Belle Brit ta n ,  i n puffin g "Jim Pa rt o n's, Fan ny  Fe rn's J im's, " Li f eof Burr, --"mor e  c ha rming t ha n a
no ve l,"  be cause ,  asshe im plies, o f the successful lib e rtinism of it s 
h e r o, - -whe n s he says, sp eaki n g in  the na meo f the  maid en s  o f  America,
"We all,Isuppos e, mu st fall, like  our first p a rents, w hent he hour of
_our_tempt ation come s "!

We s hould  not hav e given t h e  space w e h ave  be sto w e don this worth l e ss
b oo k, haditnot bee n m ade  th e o cc asion ofnewspape rpu ff sinn umera b le,
reco mm end in g i t tot he pub lic a s so me th i ngworthyo ft h eirti me  and 
mo ne y. It  iso neof theworst sig nso f ou rti me that  a false
good -n ature or i mp erf ect ta s t e should  lead respectable paper s  to giv e
c urren cy t o books d est ituteofa ll mer it, by  theap pli c a tiont o  t hem  o f
stereoty p e d p hrase sof c ommenda tion. These letter s , w ithout a grac e o f
st y l e,  wi t ho u t a  f l ash o f wit, withouta genial r ay of  humor, de f orm ed 
by coa rse bre eding ,  vulgar  self-con ceit, and  i gnor a n t a ssumption,  are
bep raised as if th e ywerefre sh fro mthe  mint  of ge n ius , and  boreth e
imag e and  s uperscri ption of Madame de Sevi gne or  Lady  Ma ry Wortle y!T his  evil mus t be  cured, or  th e d ailypre s s may  fin d  t hat it wi ll c u re
itself . 
Wek n ow  nothing of t h e a uthor  of this b ook,  excepting what h e  has here
show n us o f h ims e lf.He  may be capabl e
s
themselves. We_might divert_our readers with some_specimens of
criticism,_or_opinion, did_our_limits admit of_such entertainment. We
can_only inform them, on_Belle Brittan's authority,_that_worthy Dr.
Charles Mackay, who suffers throughout the book from intermittent--nay,
chronic--attacks of puffery, is "one_of_the best_living_poets_of
England"; Mademoiselle Lamoureux, the _danseuse_,_is "better than
Ellsler"; and pretty_Mrs. John_Wood, the lively _soubrette_ of the
Boston Theatre, "possesses_many_of the rarest_requisites of a great
actress"! But these are inanities which_an inexperienced and
half-taught girl might possibly_utter in a_familiar_letter._Not so, we
trust, as_to the belief expressed by Belle_Brittan, in puffing "Jim
Parton's, Fanny Fern's_Jim's," Life of Burr,--"more charming than a
novel,"_because, as she implies, of the_successful libertinism of its
hero,--when she_says, speaking_in the name of the_maidens of America,
"We_all, I_suppose, must fall,_like our first parents, when the_hour of
_our_ temptation_comes"!

We should not have given the_space_we have bestowed_on_this_worthless
book, had_it not been_made_the occasion_of_newspaper puffs innumerable,
recommending it to the_public_as something worthy of their time and
money._It is one of_the_worst signs of our_time that a false
good-nature or_imperfect taste should lead respectable papers_to give
currency_to books_destitute of all merit, by the application to them of
stereotyped phrases_of commendation. These letters, without a_grace of
style, without a_flash of_wit,_without a genial_ray_of humor,_deformed
by coarse breeding, vulgar self-conceit, and ignorant_assumption, are
bepraised_as if they were fresh from_the mint of genius,_and_bore the
image and superscription of Madame_de Sevigne or Lady Mary Wortley!
This_evil must be cured, or_the_daily_press may find that it_will cure
itself.

We know nothing of the_author of this_book, excepting what he has here
shown us_of_himself. He may be capable