the mistake, and attack the illiberality of ripping up such matters at such a time.” He entered into particulars, which he explained to the satisfaction of his right _honourable_ employer. Accordingly the next day there appeared the following paragraph: “In a certain boarding school not a hundred miles from one of the great northern roads, a French dancing-master has been teaching one of the scholars a new _step_.”--Two days after, another journal had it as follows: “The young lady that has been taking French lessons, has retired towards Yorkshire to meditate upon her instructions.” Next came paragraph third: “What a dearth of intelligence and entertainment there is to be found among our brother scribes! The story of the boarding-school is more than two years old.” In another part of the same journal the affection of obsoleteness was repeated with a moral reflection on the illiberality of reviving what had been almost forgotten, and a flaming metaphor about “calumny’s envenomed tooth.” The fifth article was,--“The young lady that was so shamefully traduced by a false report about a French dancing-master, has so satisfactorily cleared her character, that she is about to give her _hand_ to a young baronet of great and increasing parliamentary eminence.--If he be satisfied, who has a right to be otherwise?” The sixth; “We can assure our readers, that Sir E. H. is not to marry Miss M----; the reasons of this change we do not undertake to explain.” Seventh,--“The boarding-school report still continues to _haunt_ poor Miss M----r; not that she is under any dread of spectres; her disturbance is _from flesh and blood_.”--Eighth, in another paper, the same morning: “It has been reported that a young man of high and rising literary reputation is about to lead to the altar a young lady that has for several days engrossed the attention of the public; as he is a very respectable young man, we, on his account, hope he will look before he leap. What feeling heart but must deplore the fate of Altamont, though only fictitious! how much deeper must be regret when the case is real! Alas! we fear that like Horatio’s discovery, it will be too late.” Ninth was an advertisement in the same paper: “Tomorrow morning will be published, a faithful narrative of the Yorkshire Calista, including some anecdotes of the gay and sportive Lothario; humbly dedicated to Altamont H----n, Esq. of Lincoln’s Inn; _not_ by permission; by the profound admirer of his genius and erudition, and the friend of his virtues, Horatio. Printed for J. Blackball. Were you, ye fair, but cautious whom ye trust, Did you but think how seldom _fools_ are just, So many of your sex would not in vain, Of broken vows and faithless men complain: Of all the various wretches love has made, How few have been by MEN OF SENSE betrayed!”