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highly eulogized by men whose experience, like their own, has never 

 gone beyond the exploits of seeing a minnow caught by a boy in the arti- 

 ficial brook by the side of Sadler's Wells. Had Mr. Moxon a man of 

 good feelings a good creature who would hesitate to hurt a cockroach have 

 thought for himself, and practically considered the enormities of angling, he 

 would most heartily curse Cotton, and wallop Walton that ferocious human 

 pike in so exemplary a manner, that their works would never have reached 

 another edition. Fox-hunting, dog-fighting, and bull-baiting, are all bad 

 enough but they are humane and venial compared with angling. He who 

 sniggles for eels, is infinitely below, the fabulous Yahoo in Gulliver's 

 travels. 



In the nineteenth sonnet, addressed to an old oak, at Cheshunt, supposed 

 to have been planted by one of the followers of William the Conqueror, Mr. 

 Moxon becomes eloquent and erroneous to the following extent : 



" In him [the planter] pleased Fancy fain would trace 

 A knight of high emprise and good intent ; 



Within whose breast wrong'd orphans' woes found place- 

 Ever in rightful cause the champion free 



Of his proud times the ornament and grace ; 

 A wight well worthy to recorded be 



In fairest archives of bright chivalry." 



Now, nobody out of the Cockney conclave is ignorant that William 

 the Conqueror's followers were a set of the most ultra thieves and 

 vagabonds that ever disgraced human nature. They were robbers by pro- 

 fession, and instead of "wronged orphan's woes" finding place in their 

 bosoms, they delighted in nothing so much as being assigned the privilege of 

 robbing the fatherless. 



Notwithstanding Mr. Moxon's occasional errors, and these are attributa- 

 ble solely to the school, to which, unfortunately for himself he belongs, we 

 beg to assure them, that, in our humble opinion, he possesses considerable 

 taste, feeling, and felicity of expression ; that were he to emancipate himself 

 from the thraldom of his clique, to eschew his books, and to study natnre, 

 he might produce something, which the world would not willingly suffer to 

 be lost. 



WALTZBURG, A TALE OF THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY, IN THREE VOLUMES;. 

 LONDON : WHITTAKER & Co, 



THOSE who are fond of light novel reading, will find the above an enter- 

 taining work. The story is very interesting, and though savouring much of 

 romance, it is free from most of the extravagancies that commonly abound in 

 this species of writing. Many of the events will be found to terminate in a 

 manner different from the expectation of the reader ; and for this reason they 

 give a truer picture of life than is always consistent with the views of an or- 

 dinary novelist. It is not however without its improbabilities, and not the 

 least of them is the declaration of the hero Cyril, that a stranger arrested in 

 his presence is not Martin Luther, merely because he has seen another stran- 

 ger calling himself Martin, but denying himself to be Luther, captured as 

 such. 



REMARKS ON THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, WITH REGARD TO THE 

 ACTUAL STATE OF EUROPE. BY HENRY DUHRING. LONDON : SIMPKIN 

 & MARSHALL, C. G. SULPKE. AMSTERDAM, AND JACKSON, NEW YORK, 

 1833. 



THERE are many sensible, but few original observations in this volume. The 

 author proposes some important questions instead of discussing them in 

 M.M. No. 91. Q 



