a very discerning gentleman, and
myself
a devilish
clever
fellow. His critique pleases me particularly, because it is of great length, and a proper quantum of censure is administered, just to give an agreeable
relish
to the praise. You know I hate insipid, unqualified, common-place compliment. If you would wish to see it, order the 13th Number of
Literary Recreations
for the last month. I assure you I have not the most distant idea of the writer of the article — it is printed in a periodical publication — and though I have written a paper (a review of Wordsworth), which appears in the same work, I am ignorant of every other person concerned in it — even the editor, whose name I have not heard.