silent. If we love a learned author much, we love our dear public more. We believe that this admirable, elegant, unique, and profound production will convey, by the immortality it will secure its author, a severe lesson to those rash adventurers who rush into the conflict of men, before they are even entitled to the toga, who shake down the blossoms or the green fruit of their young tree of knowledge into the laps of the public, and then marvel that they contained not the seeds of immortality. The well-ripened fruit of a mature tree will make them blush for their ephemeral or crude offerings."

Another paper exclaimed-"We hear that Mr. Eb-ne-z-r Gr―nt—r, the Great Moral Philosopher, the Historian, and the Scholar, whose deep yet attractive work, entitled the History of Philosophy and the Philosophy of History,' will prove his claims to the epithets we have bestowed upon him above, is slowly recovering from the severe illness, the result of the intense study required by his Grand, Moral, Literary, and Classical undertaking."

Another:-" Mr. Ebenezer Grunter, whose life was endangered last month, by the sudden bursting of a blood-vessel, the result of intense application to a grand Philosophical and Historical work, has removed from St. James's Square, to the pleasant village of Hampstead, where he is slowly recovering, and completing his great and original undertaking. The demand for this production will be immense, so eager are the learned, the scientific, and even the fashionable readers for this important publication. To avoid disappoinment, an early application should be made to Messrs. A. and E., publishers."

Many more were there, all composed and inserted by Fitzcribb, or his son, Milton.

Grunter's self-importance knew no bounds. He grew weary of having no one to display it before but Fitzcribb; and if no man is a hero to his valet, Grunter felt that no bookmaker is a genius to his coadjutor. He removed, then, from Hampstead; and the incipient lion stalked into the drawing-room of Mr. Lindsay's house, beholding in himself a

Johnson, in every man a Boswell, in every woman a Mrs. Thrale.

All had read the notices of his work; all came forward to congratulate him at once on the recovery of his health, and the completion of his serious and mysterious labours.

Miss Tibby approached, and said: "I canna but congratulate ye on the noise you're making in the warld, albeit somewhat prematurely; but I must say that in my younger days, when an author, with whom I was acquent, was making a book, he was aye too glod o' the opinions and criticisms o' mysel and my female friends. If men have maist larning, women have maist taste."

"The work, madam, is not one which ladies can criticise or appreciate, I fear."

"Indeed! then it will na be very popular, Mr. Grunter!"

"That, madam, will soon be decided, for it will appear on the first of next month;" and Grunter stalked away.

"The best day he could ha' chosen, the stiff-necked, pridefu', auld pen-driver! It'll

e'en be the first o' April, jist April fule-day, and he the biggest April-fule, and his book the next."

Alas! Miss Tibby was rather jealous of the praises she had read in the "prented papers."

The reader will perhaps marvel to hear that Miss Tibby, who was still Jobb's patient, was in good spirits and improved health. The fact was that Jobb knew it was not safe to tamper with the constitution of a person of Miss Tibby's age; he, therefore, confined his remedies to bread-pills, and the most innoxious syrups. These, as Miss Tibby had perfect faith in them, acted merely upon her imagination; she persuaded herself she was "a warld the better" for Mr. Jobb's prescriptions, and in that persuasion was an universal

panacea.

CHAPTER XLIII.

He declared his love;

She owned his merit, nor refus'd his hand;
And shall not Hymen light his brightest torch,
For this delighted pair?

Junio and Theana.-GRANGer.

Julian was now almost himself again; if he still indulged in the luxury of being nursed, it was because the nurse was Augusta. He had not yet formally proposed, but there seemed to be so perfect an understanding between himself and his beautiful cousin, they spoke so confidently of the future, as of a bright fairyland, of which they were to be joint-tenants, that even Mrs. Lindsay felt at rest on the subject; and as he seemed very anxious to accelerate the visit to Moss Grove, she conIcluded that he wished to make his offer in form to Augusta's father.