There is a kind of physiognomy in the titles of books no less than in the faces of men, by which a skilful observer will as well know what to expect from the one as the other. BUTLER'S REMAINS. PRELUDE OF MOTTOES. SEE here, see here, a Doctor rare, Come take his pills,-they cure all ills, Past, present, and to come. Take a little of his nif-naf, Put it on your tif-taf. THE BISHOPRICK GARLAND. Quod virgo proba, quod stolata mater, Quod purus positá severitate Jam post pulpita perlegat sacerdos. T. L. ON SIR WM. KILLIGREW'S SELINDra. I entered on this work certainly with considerable materials, and since engaging in it, in reading, in thinking, in correcting and improving, I have proportioned my labours to my undertaking. Every step I advanced, I did but more clearly see how much farther I might go. Here too readers and some writers may be reminded of the effect produced by finding VOL. V b 158800 |