And if you'll blow to me a kiss,
I'll blow a kiss to you.
[Blows a kiss, and exit.]
'The author does not, in this instance, attempt to copy any of the higher attributes of Mr. Wordsworth's poetry; but has succeeded perfectly in the imitation of his maukish affectations of childish simplicity and nursery stammering. We hope it will make him ashamed of his Alice Fell, and the greater part of his last volumes—of which it is by no means a parody, but a very fair; and indeed we think a flattering, imitation.'—Edinburgh Review.
AN ADDRESS
WITHOUT A PHŒNIX.
BY S. T. P.[8]
This was looked for at your hand, and this was balked.
What You Will.