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the use of words which are only to 

 bo found in their own vocabulary, 

 they have notions of pronuncia- 

 tion that are peculiarly their pri- 

 vate property. It is not the fashion 

 with us, as we have already ob- 

 served, to call "beauty" booty, nor 

 -" duty " dooty, nor " due " doo ; 

 neither would the adoption of tew 

 for " too," nor of noos for " news," 

 nor of en-gine for " engine," nor of 

 genu-ine for " genuine," ofdeefe for 

 "deaf," of, en-quirry for " enquiry," 

 and countless similar expressions, 

 slip very glibly off our tongues ; 

 but if you only ask an American 

 why he so pronounces them, he 

 will tell you that he believes it to 

 be the right way ; and if you re- 

 mind him that there are no such 

 words as he occasionally uses, in 

 the English language, his answer 

 will be, " There mayn't be in yours, 

 but there are in ours!" (Alfred 

 Bunn's Old England and New Eng- 

 land.) 



GOLDSMITH AT GREEN ARBOR COURT. 



The lover of literature will walk 

 up the Break-neck Stairs, between 

 Seacoal Lane and the Old Bailey, 

 with .great pleasure, when he re- 

 flects that it will lead to Green 

 Arbor Court, where Goldsmith 

 wrote his Vicar of Wakefield and 

 his Traveller. 



A friend of the doctor, paying 

 liiin a visit in this place in March, 

 1759, found him in a lodging so 

 poor and miserable that, he says, 

 he should not have thought it 

 proper to have mentioned the cir- 

 cumstance did he not consider it 

 as the highest proof of the splendour 

 of Goldsmith's genius and talents, 

 that, by the bare exertion of their 

 powers, under every disadvantage 

 of person and fortune, he could 

 gradually emerge from such obscu- 

 rity to the enjoyment of all the 

 comforts and even the luxuries of 

 life, and admission into the best 

 societies of London. 



The doctor was writing his In- 



?dry into the present State of 

 olite Learning in a wretched, 

 dirty room, in which there was but 

 one chair ; and when he, from civi- 

 lity, offered it to his visitant, he 

 was obliged to seat himself in the 

 window. Such was the humble 

 abode of one of the first of English 

 writers ; and such was the place 

 where two of the finest productions 

 of English literature were written. 



ADAM SMITH. 



This distinguished philosopher 

 was remarkable for absence of 

 mind. As an anecdote of this pe- 

 culiarity, it is related of him, that 

 having one Sunday morning walked 

 into his garden at Kirkaldy, dressed 

 in little more than his night-gown, 

 he gradually fell into a reverie, from 

 which he did not awaken till he 

 found himself in the streets ofDun- 

 fermline, a town at least twelve 

 miles off. He had in reality trudged 

 alongthe king's highwayall that dis- 

 tance in the pursuit of a certain train 

 of ideas, and he was only eventually 

 stopped in his progress by the bells 

 of Dunfermline, which happened at 

 the time to be ringing the people 

 to church. His appearance in a 

 crowded church, on a Scotch Sun- 

 day morning, in his night-gown, is 

 left to the imagination of the reader. 



BISHOP NEWTON AND HAWKESWORTH. 



So sensible was even the calm 

 Bishop Newton to critical attacks, 

 that Whiston tells us he lost his 

 favour, which he had enjoyed for 

 twenty years, by contradicting 

 Newton in his old age ; for no man 

 was of "a more fearful temper." 

 Whiston declares that he would 

 not have thought proper to have 

 published his work against New- 

 ton's Chronology in his lifetime, 

 "because I knew his temper so 

 well, that I should have expected 

 it would have killed him ; as Dr. 

 Bentley, Bishop Stillingfleet's chap- 



