Our Own Misanthrope. By Ishmael. Reprinted from Vanity Fair. (Chapman
and Hall.)—We have looked through this volume, in the hope of discovering some indioation of wit or wisdom which might juatify its publication, and we are bound to add that wo have not found it. There is much to the point in the last chapter, called "Valedictory," wherein, addressing, as we suppose, the editor of Vanity Pair, the " Misanthrope " says ; —" So you think I bore people, and you don't want to hoar from me any more, because nobody reads what I write ;" and goes on to quote Master Slender, " There was little love between us at the first, and it has pleased Heaven to decrease it on further acquaintance." Such candour almost disarms criticism. We have here a strange medley of opinions, advice, sontiments,and narrative, upon all manner of topies,—theology, politics, finance, dress, amusements, &c.—given not only at groat length,
of Islityalte ,satos a uasp, ptot nS di la', gIe a mt tmh ey pnr000utdu nocturnal but most lengthily in point pdoornicurdeendiumextaordneartnioydbyinttheTaelnlyviowuisthhatuhde happy ownor of a nightcap. clothing not only protects a
noblest sentiments, but, alas:
oatutthboorgwleaarnvos utos, d"olobietta this. Vanity en ywornitietysoFmaei; of Time of those hytteinthine looks which once ornamented it," &c. In that candid final chapter the author some- thing duller." Really,
must, we suppose, exhaust all its available ability over its wonderful cartoons.
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