of it.  Like the ostrich, he sticks his head in the sand, and imagines himself in the profoundest concealment.”  He then begs the reader to understand, that he does not mean to intimate “that any portion of the large amounts collected at the doors of Chatsworth actually goes into the pocket of His Grace, but they are, nevertheless, remarkably convenient in defraying the expense of a large household of servants....  The idea of a private gentleman of wealth and rank deriving a profit from the exhibition of his grounds must be equally revolting to all classes.”  These truthful observations are followed by a description of the gardens; and the whole is wound up in the following chivalrous and genuine American reflection:  “Does it not appear extraordinary that a man dwelling in a spot of such fairy loveliness should retain and indulge the most grovelling instincts of human nature’s lowest grade?” What a delightful treat these passages must be to the rowdy Americans, and how the Duke must writhe under—­what The Christian Advocate lauds as—­the skinning operation of the renowned American champion![BL]

The Press-bespattered author then proceeds to make some observations on various subjects, in a similar vein of chaste language, lighting at last upon the system of the sale of army commissions.  His vigour is so great upon this point, that had he only been in the House of Commons when the subject was under consideration, his eloquence must have hurled the “hireling ministers” headlong from the government.  I can fancy them sitting pale and trembling as the giant orator thus addressed the House:  “She speculates in glory as a petty hucksterer does in rancid cheese; but the many who hate, and the few who despise England, cannot exult over her baseness in selling commissions in her own army.  There is a degree of degradation which changes scorn into pity, and makes us sincerely sympathize with those whom we most heartily despise.”  The annexed extract from his observations on English writers on America is an equally elegant specimen of genuine American feeling:—­“When the ability to calumniate is the only power which has survived the gradual encroachment of bowels upon intellect in Great Britain, it would be a pity to rob the English even of this miserable evidence of mind ... she gloats over us with that sort of appetizing tenderness which might be supposed to have animated a sow that had eaten her nine farrow.”  The subjoined sentiment, if it rested with the author to verify, would doubtless be true; and I suppose it is the paragraph which earned for his work the laudations of The Christian Advocate:—­“Mutual enmity is the only feeling which can ever exist between the two nations....  She gave us no assistance in our rise....  She must expect none from us in her decline.”  How frightful is the contemplation of this omnipotent and Christian threat!  It is worthy of the consideration of my countrymen