INTRODUCTION. 



FROM THE QUARTERLY REVIEW. 



If Pope had lived in our days, we cannot 

 help thinking that his Muse might not have 

 been indisposed to appropriate one little 

 niche in her 



" Stupendous pile, not rear'd by human hands," 



for the reception of a class of candidates for 

 fame, whom he has only condescended to 

 notice, by huddling them together among the 

 millions who are described as rushing for- 

 ward, with clamorous din, to pay their 

 devotions at the shrine of the goddess. — - 

 We allude to those high-spirited, disin- 



