(sulphate of iron) are some of the articles in common use; and knowing this to be the case, it is really a matter of importance to know where good, pure beer is to be obtained.  The best Kennet ale is to be had at Sherwood’s, in Vine Street, Piccadilly, or at Chapman’s, in Wardour Street; both these dealers have it direct from Butler’s, at Kennet, and a very superior article it is.  Nottingham ale may be procured in casks at Sansom’s, in Dean Street, Red Lion Square; and the best Scotch ale in London, whether in draught or bottle, is at Normington’s, in Warren Street, Fitzroy Square.

[1] The reader, who is interested in this subject, will find in Mr.
    Richards’s treatise a candid description of the ill effects of
    drunkenness, explained with a view to admonish, rather than to
    censure the sufferer.

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THE SELECTOR AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS

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VIDOCQ

[In our vol. xii. we gave a few extracts from vol. i. of the Memoirs of Vidocq, the principal agent of the French Police, until 1827; which extracts we have reason to know were received with high gout by most of our readers.  The second and third volumes of these extraordinary adventures have just appeared, and contain higher-coloured depravities than their predecessors.  Some of them, indeed, might have been spared; but as a graphic illustration of the petty thievery of Paris, the following extract bears great merit:—­]

I do not think that amongst the readers of these Memoirs one will be found who, even by chance, has set foot at Guillotin’s.

“Eh! what?” some one will exclaim, “Guillotin!”

  Ce savant medecin
  Que l’amour du prochain
  Fit mourir de chagrin.

“You are mistaken; we all know the celebrated doctor, who ——­;” but the Guillotin of whom I am speaking is an unsophisticated adulterer of wines, whose establishment, well known to the most degraded classes of robbers, is situate opposite to the Cloaque Desnoyers, which the raff of the Barriere call the drawing-room of la Courtille.  A workman may be honest to a certain extent, and venture in, en passant, to papa Desnoyers’s.  If he be awake, and keep his eye on the company, although a row should commence, he may, by the aid of the gendarmes, escape with only a few blows, and pay no one’s scot but his own.  At Guillotin’s he will not come off so well, particularly if his toggery be over spruce, and his pouch has chink in it.