Etymonia. (Samuel Tinsley.)—We are coming to be very weary of
these Entopias, which a certain class of eccentric or would-be eccentric thinkers love to describe, in order conveniently to display their crotchets and nostrums. And we are the more weary because, the subject having become somewhat stale, our attention is sought by novelties not at all creditable. We shall speak quite plainly about the author of Etymonia. He does not seem to possess any imagination or sagacity, or indeed, any ability, literary or other. How, then, does he try to interest his readers? By following Sir Robert Walpole's advice. The one talk, that cynical old man of the world was wont to say, in which all men can join, is indecent talk. And the author of Etymonia treats his readers as Sir Robert used to treat his guests. A very great part of this book is discreditable to both author and publisher.
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