1829.7 Our Inquiring Correspondents. ap 
—When will Jack Lawless stand the sight of an Ulster Protestant, stand 
to his word, or stand fire ?—When will anybody take any of the Pagets 
off hands, except Jack himself >—When will the English stage exhibit a 
tragedy that does not set three-fourths of the audience asleep in the first 
three-quarters of an hour ?—When will it produce any comedy at all >— 
When will Lord Anglesea think that O’Connel has spoken the necessary 
quantity of matter to qualify him for ............... ?>—When will a Lon- 
don shopkeeper think that he may dispense with quadrilles, a villa, and 
the billiard-table >—When wil! Lord Ellenborough think a tenth as much 
of any man living as of himself?—When will Brougham’s character 
recover from Canning’s compliment to his veracity ?--—-When will Whigs 
be the wiser for the discovery that public men, without common honesty, 
are actually as weak as they are despicable ; that character, once lost, 
is never to be regained ; that the nation hate a political swindler, how- 
ever subtle, and scorn a political poltroon, however loud-tongued ; that 
rascality is instantly detected by every one but its owner ; and that, for 
all public hopes and purposes, the tergiversator might as well at once 
be hanged ?’ 
« Your's, “ QuzsTor.” 
We give the following, “without note or comment,” for the benefit 
of Reviewers in general :— 
« Sir: « Lincoln. 
« As your Magazine goes into the hands of the very bluest leaders of 
literature in our town, and exercises a very formidable influence on the 
critical disquisitions at our ‘ Library,’ where we prebendaries congre- 
gate three hours a day to discuss the weather, wonder what the Duke of 
Wellington is doing, and pick our teeth (let me tell you, no slight day’s 
work for a cathedral town), I should be much indebted by your giving 
a decided opinion, which with us will be a decisive one, upon the follow- 
ing points of learning :— 
“Ts not the favourite word ‘talented’ purely Cockney, not at all 
English, and very vulgar besides?—Is not the favourite phrase < last 
evening,’ a vulgarism for ‘ yesterday evening,’ and only worthy of the 
authorship of the Court Circular ?—Is not the favourite phrase ‘ left for 
London,’ a vulgarism for < left us for London,’ and worthy of a similar 
rank of authorship?—Is not the favourite singular-plurality of ‘ the 
Miss Snubnoses,’ a vulgarism for ‘ the Misses Snubnose,’ and not to be 
tolerated but in a village, and that village not less than fifty miles from 
the metropolis ?—Is not the favourite word of narrators, ‘incredibly,’— 
as, ‘ Mr. A. danced incredibly long, or, ‘Miss B. looked incredibly 
_ short,’—a literal declaration that, in neither case, ought the narrator to 
be believed?—Is not the favourite phrase, ‘ it was utterly impossible to 
go, and still more so to stand,’ a climax of impossibilities, difficult to 
comprehend but in the novel of a woman ‘ moving in the fashionable 
circles ?’—Is not the favourite word, ‘ lay’ for ‘ lye,’ a vulgarism, par- 
donable only toa sailor, who has no time to think, or to a parliamentary 
orator, on whom such time would be thrown away ?—Do not the noble- 
men and gentlemen who daily advertise for sale ‘ chaste’ services of 
plate, give a better character of their plate than of their own education ? 
—Do not the favourite novelist mixtures’ of French with English, the 
