THE EDITOR'S LETTER-BOX. 



The continuation of the Cruikshank paper is in type : but articles on topics of a more 

 temporary nature, compel us to postpone it until next month. We are sorry to see our 

 kind critics calling George a Caricaturist: he does not deserve so mean a character. He 

 certainly has done caricatures; but the majority of his graphic achievements are as true 

 to nature as those of Wilkie or Hogarth. This, in our next number, we shall prove. 



From the Author of " The Cave Song," and another very promising piece of poetry, 

 we shall be glad to hear again. Would we could say as much to forty or fifty of our 

 other rhyming correspondents ! 



What is E. B. doing ? We expected, ere this, to have heard from him again. We 

 have two Edinburgh correspondents; both of whom we are inclined to cherish. The 

 communication of one, we have, as he will see, already rendered available. The other, 

 who gives us a very natural idea of one of De Vega's fellow dramatists, shall speedily be 

 afforded " a clear stage, and no favour" at least to him. 



K. K., as well our beloved personal condiment the antagonist to pepper and the 

 gentleman ' in French Convulsions," were each either too late or too long. 



Rosa Crookshank shall we call you Mistress or Miss? Your paper never reached us. 

 Our change of publisher, arising from a change of proprietorship, but not a change of 

 principles, has probably occasioned the calamity. We will make further inquiries ; and, 

 m the mean time, will promise to peruse any thing you may send us your name is such 

 a spell ! George, by-the-bye, substitutes UI for the double O. How is this ? 



The MSS. entrusted to Mr. T. H. by H- M., were not " made over to us :" but we will 

 institute an inquiry respecting them. 



Of the paper by H. H., entitled " The web is wove," we know nothing at all: it shall, 

 however, be sought for. 



G. A. is inexperienced, but possessed of some talent. Let us see some more of his 

 Views of Rural Life in Scotland. He strives at too much effect. 



T. E. M. is not quite up to the mark yet. He may, however, " try again." We know 

 nothing about any of his MSS. except the last. 



Mr. Cough's two Poems have not reached the present Editor : of course the gentlemen 

 preserves copies ; thereforje, no loss to the human race can have been sustained. 



A. R. G. can have no reply left at the Publisher's. We cannot make Mr. Tilt a post- 

 man : he has quite enough to do already. If people will not give us their addresses, we 

 cannot give them answers. No communication whatever may ever be expected from our 

 Publisher. 



From W, M. we shall not feel, by any means, insulted to hear. 



" The Spanish Ladies" is not bad enough to reject, yet not quite good enough to accept. 

 The Author, we opine, can do better. Let him try. 



Mr. Me. Caul's papers never came into possession of the present publisher or editor. 



" Some Gentleman," hangs fire, owing we presume, to the " abrupt incident alluded to 

 in his last paper. A ten pound note is left for him at Tilt's. 





