MONTHLY REVIEW OF LITERATURE AND ART. 



MEMOIR OF MR. JOHN DUNGETT, OF NEWCASTLE-UPON-TYNE, A 

 USEFUL CLASS-LEADER,, AND SUCCESSFUL LOCAL PREACHER IN 

 THE WELEYAN METHODIST CONNEXION. BY J. HEATON. 



CANT cant cant ! " Heaven stops the nose at it." 



DECISION AND INDECISION ; OR THE Two COUSINS. BY THE WIFE 

 OF A WESLEYAN MINISTER. MASON,, 1833. 



WE "fear we must confess ourselves obnoxious to all the conse- 

 quences of " indecision," as respects this work ; our " decision" being 

 somewhat perplexed by the consideration " that a lady is in the 

 case:" Dr. Johnson says, in his Rambler (and we always bear this in 

 mind), " Just praise is only a debt, but flattery is a present ;'' and the 

 world is witness that our coffers are ever ready to liquidate such 

 debts, with the benefit of the discount of a clear conscience, as soon 

 as incurred. As, however, it is not in our nature to offer (nor would 

 it be decorous, upon so slight an acquaintance, in a lady to accept) 

 the present of the latter, the nature of our opinion of this work we 

 leave to the sagacity of the fair authoress and the public. 



We may take this opportunity, perhaps, of remonstrating with the 

 small fry of writers, upon their very unnecessary and ridiculous in- 

 dulgence in the use of the italics, intended, it would seem, to 

 strengthen and enforce the egregious no-meaning of their awkward 

 sentences. One cannot get though a line without a row of these 

 slanting gentlemen posted in the way. It reminds us very much of 

 the story told of the poor artist, who, having completed something 

 between an ox and a hippopotamus, thought fit, for the information 

 of his friends, to transcribe beneath, " this is a cow ;" presenting a 

 sad and melancholy portraiture of that useful animal. 



SOCIAL EVILS AND THEIR REMEDY. BY THE REV. CHARLES B. 1 

 TAYLER, M. A., THE MECHANIC. SMITH, ELDER, AND Co. 

 " I AM not a politician," is the preliminary admission of the Rev. 

 Charles Tayler. Surely, now, such a statement is quite unnecessary; 

 quite as much so, we should say, as though that excellent bird that 

 flourishes at Michaelmas, were to declare, tf I am not an eagle ;" or a 

 certain long-eared quadruped, " I am not a Cordovan jennet." Per- 

 haps Mr. Tayler means to say,, though, that he professes no particular 

 political creed. We beg his pardon. To become a politician, we 

 imagine, demands greater powers than those required to jabber in- 

 finite nonsense, at the full valuation of a reasonably sonorous snore 

 per minute. 



We regret we have not time to make a barbescue of this pretender. 

 We may, however, advise him to cease to decorate his title-page with 

 the irreverent, catch-penny device he has chosen. Such symbols are 

 too serious to be made to serve the purposes of trade. Who, pray, 

 suggested this ? 



