so wofully beset, that, like an infuriated bull, he not only runs at his baiters, but attempts to gore a brother bull that unfortunately happens to cross his path.

This degraded writer, not sufficiently warned by an official Parliamentary reprimand in a preceding Session, still renders himself obnoxious to the severest of all censure; and although the nation, in its representatives, crowd the arena of his pillory, not a voice is raised, not a word is ventured, either in commiseration of his disgrace, or arraignment of the justice of his punishment. The collective intelligence of the Empire has excommunicated the plagiarist of Cowdroy's Gazette and the Manchester Observer. I am borne out by facts in insisting, that this man writes for a very different class of readers than once were misled, by his masked and cautious conduct, to tender him their support.

It is a practical axiom, that as the praise of some men damns, so, on the contrary, their abuse canonizes. How diverting it is to picture. this little jackanapes of an Editor fuming about his room in all the rage of impotent malice,

and, after an hour's concoction of the prime essence of his malignity, vomiting its cataract of lava in the following Byronic abruptness :"To be sure! we shall be obliged to make an example of this Right honourable George Canning," &c. Hey-day! here is "plural unit" importance !-here is " strutting about like a crow in a gutter!" The admirers of the new Pantomime at Covent-garden Theatre will have a rare treat this season, by detecting, in the character of the Knight of La Mancha and the Rueful Countenance, the fac-simile, as to mental aberration, of this crazy Editor. Governor Sancho, and his paraphernalia of office, will irresistibly call to mind 'Squire Lambton's prospective Utopia of a Whig Dynasty in all its glory.

To bring a charge of" short-commoning" against this caterer to Radical voracity, I would ask, why, when all the diurnal and weekly prints have provided their perusers with an account of" the Liverpool Canning Club,” in its meridian of eclat, why should he deny his little flock so heart-stirring a bulletin of passing events? Is it because his own aspersions would stand refuted by the side of the public

applause, the account of which he has with held? Surely it was enough to suppress that part of his enemy's letter which rendered the rest subservient to his sinful obliquities.

The whole body of the constituents of Mr. Canning cannot, of course, compete with his abusive opponent. Oh no! the moment that they select for a joyous declaration of their satisfaction in, and reliance upon, the tried good faith of their representative, is the precise juncture to throw the gauntlet down to them, to give them the lie, and defy their united abilities and power. To challenge a superior is merely to give him an opportunity of exercising his pity, and furnish by-standers with the sport of comparing the insignificance of one party with the prowess of the other. The decreased estimation of the challenger, and the consequent exaltation of the challenged, are the necessary results. This animalcule of diurnal literature, with all the buzz of a cockchafer, unites all its impotence; it may terrify babes in science by bouncing against them, but they who have discarded the pap-boat and the coral have learnt to despise its harmless noisiness.

The charge brought against this writer, of speaking favourably of a pamphlet which menaced with assassination the illustrious individual already mentioned, can gain little additional validity from my depositions, after Parliament and the Nation have substantiated it, and the debates of the former enrolled it without even a dissentient extenuation. The Satanic wretch who penned that conditional proscription must needs have his retreat covered by the Times-server, while the manly object of his masked attack, for bidding him defiance in open and honourable combat, is abused for "a blood-thirsty ruffian-like fellow." Mr. Canning's challenge, to his enemy, to unmask, is stigmatised as most brutally ferocious, since a woman might possibly turn out to be the conditional waylayer! Hear the driveller's words, "and this too without knowing the age, sex," &c. I would here protest, that had a woman taken up the glove, and entered the ring in the panoply of her sex, such a female would richly merit every disgrace that could possibly be heaped upon her. This remark, however, is simply appended as an answer to the monstrous supposition that is ludicrously patched up, for the sake of attaching a slander of brutality to the

challenge just noticed. To be consistent with the comparative ratio of criminality, what volumes. of execration ought not the Times-server to exhaust on his protegé the threatener of assassination, if he stigmatise the proposer of honourable combat as "blood-thirsty and ruffian-like."

I have read somewhere of a noble lord's being" stereotyped in an invincible dilemma,” but I think I may with more propriety declare, that a certain scribbler daily stereotypes his own shame and sin in characters as glaring as they are flagitious. Such is the notoriety of this fact, that it has long been considered disreputable to give his waste-paper house

room.

JULIUS.