--"And my flesh's hair upstood,
'Twas mine own similitude."

--I cannot relate what followed, for my senses deserted me. On
recovering, my mysterious visiter had departed without leaving the
slightest clue by which I might fathom the impenetrable secret of my
persecutions. I have sometimes imagined that they arose from one of
those wonderful natural resemblances which in some instances appear to
be well authenticated; but, natural or supernatural, they changed the
current of my life. Unable to endure the disgrace of being pointed at as
a convicted felon, I converted my property into money, and, under
another name, I now live respected in a foreign land.--_Ibid._

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THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.

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"FASHIONABLE TALES."

Lord Normanby has written one of the best, if not _the best_, of this
class of works, the tendency of which is in most instances of
questionable character. But they give a tone to the reading taste of the
day, as the recent circumstance of two of them forming the first subject
of three _literary_ reviews will sufficiently attest. The work to which
we specially allude, is _Matilda, a Tale of the Day_, the noble author
of which has just produced another of the same stamp, entitled _Yes and
No_, to whose sketches and portraits we shall shortly introduce our