books which delighted our young days, "Darnley," and "Richelieu," and
"Delorme,"* relish the works of Alexandre the Great, and thrill over the
"Three Musqueteers?" Does the accomplished author of the "Caxtons" read
the other tales in Blackwood? (For example, that ghost-story printed
last August, and which for my part, though I read it in the public
reading-room at the "Pavilion Hotel" at Folkestone, I protest frightened
me so that I scarce dared look over my shoulder.) Does "Uncle Tom"
admire "Adam Bede;" and does the author of the "Vicar of Wrexhill" laugh
over the "Warden" and the "The Three Clerks?" Dear youth of ingenuous
countenance and ingenuous pudor! I make no doubt that the eminent
parties above named all partake of novels in moderation--eat
jellies--but mainly nourish themselves upon wholesome roast and boiled.

* By the way, what a strange fate is that which befell the
veteran novelist! He was appointed her Majesty's Consul-
General in Venice, the only city in Europe where the famous
"Two Cavaliers" cannot by any possibility be seen riding
together.

Here, dear youth aforesaid! our Cornhill Magazine owners strive to
provide thee with facts as well as fiction; and though it does not
become them to brag of their Ordinary, at least they invite thee to a
table where thou shalt sit in good company. That story of the "Fox"* was
written by one of the gallant seamen who sought for poor Franklin under
the awful Arctic Night: that account of China** is told by the man
of all the empire most likely to know of what he speaks: those pages
regarding Volunteers*** come from an honored hand that has borne the
sword in a hundred famous fields, and pointed the British guns in the
greatest siege in the world.