NOTES OF THE MONTH ON AFFAIRS IN GENERAL. 
Bons Mors or tur Susitime.—From the principle, vigour, and wit of 
our innumerable correspondents we propose to delight the public for a 
century to come. We have materials unequalled in the history of pub- 
lication ; the stores of the wise, the recollections of the diners-out, the 
inventions of the aspiring, and the secrets of the reserved, are all pouring 
in upon us day after day, until we absolutely sink, like another Atlas, 
under the oppression of this world of pleasantry, and cry out for another 
Hercules to sustain our burthen even for a day. But “ commencer par le 
commencement” is the dictate of Aristotle, who knew how to make a maxim, 
and make a fortune, with any man of antiquity — and his advice we' 
shall follow. , 
Some of the ablest things of the day have been said by one of th 
most distinguished persons in other points ; an individual at present re- 
tired from public life, and living in the dignified ease of a great public 
servant, handsomely provided for, and willing to let the bustling people 
of Downing-street wear themselves into spasms and spectres for the 
glory of being leveed by hypocrites and beggars. In his leisure he 
amuses himself with fishing, the gout, a few friends, and reading the Red 
Book ; but his pleasantries are piquant and perpetual ; his definitions 
of public characters, living and dead, are struck off with the vigour of a 
Swift, and are worth, for living likenesses, all the chisels of all our 
stone-cutters. 
Character of a Whig Leader—That long fellow’s abuse of party, al- 
we reminds me of a flying pick-pocket, who, to escape, cries “ Stop 
ief 1” 
Character of an Ex-chancellor. — For forty years he was a pet fox, 
who, whenever he was hunted, contrived to double till he got earthed 
under the throne. But when they stopped up his earth, he showed his 
teeth, whisked his brush in their faces, and died fighting. ” 
A tall Cabinet Minister. — 1 should have taken this beast for an Ou- 
ran-ou-tang, but that he looked so like a fool. 3 
A Bust of a Scotch Lord.— The likeness is perfect; but I did not 
think that stone could be made to look so stupid. 
A Colonial Lord. — He looks perfectly like one of his office pens, and 
fit only to be an instrument, and alike in all hands ; feather at top, gall 
at bottom. 
A Trade Lord. —1 remember to have heard of his father as a very. 
accomplished jester: the son emulates him in the wish without the 
power. _ He has risen higher than the father ; but he is as the potatoe 
apple to the potatoe. 
Promotion —Why did I make that man a dignitary? The fact is, the 
public were beginning to abuse me, and it was necessary to provide them 
with a substitute. 
Lord Vassal. — Do you think I could have suffered this blundering 
fellow and his set to approach me, through any liking for their nonsense ? 
The reason was — we were at that time all a little touched with the 
Scotch metaphysics, and it amused me to study what I conceived a 
living evidence that the soul was of the same matter as one’s stomach or 
one’s shoe. 
M. M. New Scries—Vou. VII. No. 41. ° 3X 
