person, is, perhaps, complimentary to the general truth of the
delineation.

With respect to the play, generally, I may say that it is original: it
is original in structure, plot, character, and dialogue--such as they
are. The only imitation I am aware of is to be found in part of the
business in which Mrs. Subtle is engaged: whilst writing those scenes
I had strongly in my recollection _Le Vieux Celibataire_. But even
the little I have adopted is considerably altered and modified by the
necessity of adapting it to the exigencies of a different plot.--_New
Monthly Magazine_.

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MAUREEN.


The cottage is here as of old I remember,
The pathway is worn as it always hath been;
On the turf-piled hearth there still lives a bright ember;--
But where is Maureen?

The same pleasant prospect still lieth before me,
The river--the mountain--the valley of green,
And Heaven itself (a bright blessing!) is o'er me;--
But where is Maureen?

Lost! Lost!--Like a dream that hath come and departed,
(Ah, why are the loved and the lost ever seen!)