pleasure I ever derived, of this kind was from an extract, in Cooke the actor's life, from his journal

[1]

, stating that in the reading-room at Albany, near Washington, he perused

English Bards, and Scotch Reviewers

. To be popular in a rising and far country has a kind of

posthumous feel

, very different from the ephemeral

éclat

and fête-ing, buzzing and party-ing compliments of the well-dressed multitude. I can safely say that, during my

reign