“I vow, cried sir Charles, I am acquainted with all the coteries
    in town, and never met with any thing like her.

    “Why, she is as coming, rejoined the squire, as a milk-maid, and
    yet I do not know how she has something that dashes one too.

    “Ah, cried sir Charles, shaking his head, she has nothing of the
    manners of the grand monde.

    “That I can say nothing to, said Bromley, but, in my mind, her
    behaviour is gracious and agreeable enough, if her conduct were
    not so out of the way.

    “What think you, Burchel, said Townshend, she is handsome,
    innocent, good tempered and rich; excellent qualities, let me
    tell you, for a wife.

“I think her, said Burchel, more than you say.  Her disposition is amiable, and her character exquisitely sweet and feminine.  She is capable of every thing generous and admirable.  A false education, and visionary sentiments, to which she will probably one day be superior, have rendered her for the present an object of pity.  But, though I loved her, I should despise my own heart, if it were capable of taking advantage of her inexperience, to seduce her to a match so unequal.

“At this instant Louisa re-entered, and making the excuses of Olivia, the company returned to the carriage, sir Charles mounted on horseback as he came, and they carried off the hero in triumph.”

ARTICLE V.

THE PEASANT OF BILIDELGERID, A TALE.

2 VOLS.  SHANDEAN.

This is the only instance in which we shall take the liberty to announce to the public an author hitherto unknown.  Thus situated, we shall not presume to prejudice our readers either ways concerning him, but shall simply relate the general plan of the work.

It attempts a combination, which has so happily succeeded with the preceding writer, of the comic and the pathetic.  The latter however is the principal object.  The hero is intended for a personage in the highest degree lovely and interesting, who in his earliest bloom of youth is subjected to the most grievous calamities, and terminates them not but by an untimely death.  The writer seems to have apprehended that a dash of humour was requisite to render his story in the highest degree interesting.  And he has spared no exertion of any kind of which he was capable, for accomplishing this purpose.

The scene is laid in Egypt and the adjacent countries.  The peasant is the son of the celebrated Saladin.  The author has exercised his imagination in painting the manners of the times and climates of which he writes.

ARTICLE VI.

AN ESSAY ON NOVEL, IN THREE EPISTLES INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LADY CRAVEN, BY WILL.  HAYLEY, ESQ. 4TO.