Finding them gone, they had no ambition to be seen after them, and mournfully withdrew. "Egad!" said B----, "those are the very fellows I should like to have had some talk with, to know how they could see to paint when all was dark around them?" "But shall we have nothing to say," interrogated G. J----, "to the Legend of Good Women?"--"Name, name, Mr. J----," cried H---- in a boisterous tone of friendly exultation, "name as many as you please, without reserve or fear of molestation!" J---- was perplexed between so many amiable recollections, that the name of the lady of his choice expired in a pensive whiff of his pipe; and B---- impatiently declared for the Duchess of Newcastle. Mrs. Hutchinson was no sooner mentioned, than she carried the day from the Duchess. We were the less solicitous on this subject of filling up the posthumous lists of Good Women, as there was already one in the room as good, as sensible, and in all respects as exemplary, as the best of them could be for their lives! "I should like vastly to have seen Ninon de l'Enclos," said that incomparable person; and this immediately put us in mind that we had neglected to pay honour due to our friends on the other side of the Channel: Voltaire, the patriarch of levity, and Rousseau, the father of sentiment, Montaigne and Rabelais (great in wisdom and in wit), Moliere and that illustrious group that are collected round him (in the print of that subject to hear him read his comedy of the Tartuffe at the house of Ninon; Racine, La Fontaine, Rochefoucault, St. Evremont, etc.). "There is one person," said a shrill, querulous voice, "I would rather see than all these--Don Quixote!"