n'importe
. Rogers thinks the
Quarterly
will be at
me
this time; if so, it shall be a war of extermination—no
quarter
. From the youngest devil down to the oldest woman of that review, all shall perish by one fatal lampoon. The ties of nature shall be torn asunder, for I will not even spare my bookseller; nay, if one were to include readers also, all the better.