JOURNAL OF THE HEART.*
Tuts Journal of the Heart is no journal at all; and the heart has as little to do with it as the head. It is the feeble production of a titled bookmaker—a lady, who haS attracted some attention on the strength of various weaknesses. First of all, by a foible for anything bearing a title, however undistinguished or insignificant; next, by a leaning in favour of persons who make a great fuss, and probably a hypocritical fuss, about religion and morality, and, through a similar weakness, in favour of an aristocratic personage, who, with the air of great and immaculate virtue, gratifies her own spleen and that of others in railing at vices • Edited by the Authoress of "Flirtation." London, 1830. she- has no ta.ste for, in circles which various circumstances Inay prevent her from entering into. Few e people have read such works as Flirtation, Marriage in High Lift, Exth4siveg, —because they are too dull to read; but because of their preten- sions, we believe they have been bought ; and when the seniors of the family discover that they are positively unreadable, they im- pose them as a virtuous relaxation upon the younger members of the family, with a "Here, my dear, here is a work you may read," —the reverend lady knowing well that the possibility she speaks of has been one she herself has been utterly incapable of accom- plishing. The -Journal of the Heart, so called, is neither more nor less than a collection of scraps from the album and portfolio of a lady scribbler; which we at least should never have objected to had they remained in the place they were made for : but here they are in the broad light of day, with Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday prefixed to each, though they have as little to do with the days of the week as Robinson-Crusoe in his solitude. We may, perhaps, except the first essay, which has been made to suit the titlepage, and which contains this passage A. propos to it. " Wo is me to-day is Saturday. Heart, what bast thou to say for thyself V'