tickets." We suppose her Ladyship means by dropping them on their visiting tickets, that they rub them off. But perhaps her Ladyship does not know that there are people upon whom great men call, who think it more convenient to do so incog. However, if her Ladyship is so enamoured with the custom,why does not she drop the Lady Morgan on her visiting ticket? A person who possesses in right of her husband only the very meanest mark of distinction that the law of England tolerates, might gratify her republican feelings without any very great sacrifice.

Her Ladyship describes the Duchess of Berri as a genuine lover and a liberal patroness of the arts. This, Miladi attributes to her Royal Highness's "Italian organization," and leaves it to philosophy to determine whether the "power which widens the circle of agreeable sensations "- whatever that may be-" confers real advantages over the state and torpid vitality of an oyster."

At page 349, Lady Morgan praises the exquisite, seducing beauty of Pauline Buonaparte. "I remember," says Miladi, "her shewing me, when in Rome, the tiara, in which she is here represented (in a picture); it is of large emeralds, set with diamonds." Prodigious !-not like Lady Macbeth's at the Dublin playhouse, of tin foil and green glass." While Miladi was telling this, Grassini was humming "— not a solo we suspect.

Her Ladyship is pleased, at p. 475, to disapprove of Sir Walter Scott's novels; he neither makes her Ladyship cry, nor laugh enough-his heroes are poor creatures—it is fine scene painting; but Fielding—

she dare not trust herself to speak of him—it is not admiration—"it is idolatry that I feel for Fielding." Her Ladyship admits in a note, however, that Sir Walter's muse is a muse of "facundity," but he is not moral enough for her. Not moral enough for the author of the "Wild Irish Girl!" Poor Sir Walter !

Her Ladyship goes to a sort of readings and music, and from not understanding the language, naturally falls asleep; and afterwards the gentleman, who had not only written but spoken the speech, which soothed her to snoring, begged permission to lay the manuscript at her Ladyship's feet.

It would be taxing the patience of the reader to follow her Ladyship through her heavy abuse of England, its people, its laws, its customs, and its government, all of which she might have spared herself, and her publisher, even at half-price, by going away, bag and baggage, and living in Paris at once; but we cannot conclude without stating one fact. Her Ladyship went to dine with one of those spectacle and sealingwax barons, Rothschild, at Paris; where never was such a dinner, no "catsup and walnut pickle-but a mayonese fried in ice, like Ninon's description of Seveigne's heart"-what a nice idea-and to all this fine show, she was, of course, led out by Rothschild himself. After the soup, for "who," says Miladi, "would say a word before it," she took an opportunity of praising the cook, of whom she had heard much.

"Eh, bien," says Rothschild, laughing, as well he might, "he, on his side, has also relished your works, and here is a proof of it."

"I really blush," says Miladi, "like Sterne's ac

cusing spirit, as I give in the fact-but-he pointed to a column of the most ingenious confectionary architecture, on which my name was inscribed in spun sugar."

There was a thing-Lady Morgan in spun sugar! And what does the reader think her Ladyship did? She shall tell in her own dear words :

"All I could do, under my triumphant emotion, I did-I begged to be introduced to the celebrated and flattering artist." It is a fact-to the cook; and another fact, which only shews that the Hebrew baron is a Jew d'esprit, is, that after coffee, the cook actually came up and was presented to her-" He," says her Ladyship, "was a well-bred gentleman, perfectly free from pedantry, and when we had mutually complimented each other on our respective works, he bowed himself out," &c.

After that, we think we need say no more. The ease with which this literary veteran tumbled into the spun sugar trap of Baron Moses and his man, is quite marvellous. One thing only remains to be added-a letter from La Fayette, which is put in an appendix as a great catch. It is written, not by La Fayette, but from his dictation, and is about her Ladyship's acknowledging ten pounds which he had sent her. If it was for her works, the General ought to know that they are now selling at half-price, and that he ought to have to be sure, nothing very desirable-double the quantity he could have got last year for the same money.

Sir Charles Morgan's article on primogeniture is short, but we have not read that, nor any other, which

her Ladyship points out as his; they are of a different character and style, and it would do a reader great injustice to mix anything with the delightful matter of Miladi herself, who has given us a treat in this work, far beyond anything we could have derived from a rational book, upon the subject about which her charming work professes to be written.

THE LOVES OF THE ANGELS, BY THOMAS
MOORE, ESQ.*

[JOHN BULL, 1823.]

THERE is a convivial good nature and perpetual pleasantry about Mr. Moore which never fail to win those with whom he associates; the pretty manner in which he accompanies his own trifles on the pianoforte, and the adroitness with which he manages the little voice he has for the amusement of the ladies, entitle him indisputably to the pre-eminence he holds amongst the entertaining people of the day. These claims and attractions, however, (admitted and acknowledged as they are,) must not blind us to faults and follies, the exposure and censure of which are but acts of friendship towards an author, and of justice towards the public.

Moore has, in the character of a deceased friend, made such of our women as have read him blush, at least-perhaps do worse. As Thomas Brown, the younger, he alarmed every well-regulated person for the gratification of the Whigs, and in the true spirit of Sir Charles Hanbury Williams, (that splendid example of delicacy and pure taste, furnished to the

*There can be little doubt but that this article, although included in Mr. Theodore Hook's selection, was furnished in part, if not entirely, by his brother the Dean.