Lizzie Wentworth. By Benjamin Wilson, MA. (Virtue.)—This is another fooliah
story about what is called seduction. The young woman who is here represented as a victim was, it is evident, perfectly well able to take care of herself, and, whatever we may think of her profligate lover, deserves no pity if she failed to do so. The plain truth is that. Lizzie Wentworth wanted to secure a husband above her rank, thought a promise a sufficient price for her shame, and was deceived ; sold herself, in fact, for nothing, but still sold herself. It is best to speak the plain truth in these matters. If such books as these do anything except disgust, they do mischief. Mr. Wilson means to represent his heroine as an injured innocent, who suffered a grievous wrong which society ought to redress. Society would find itself involved in troubles tenfold worse than it has at present, if it could be induced by such theorizers to put a reward on immodesty and intrigue.