We wonder if a single British reviewer will introduce, with such a paragraph, his extracts from the Letters on America, by M. XAVIER MARMIER? Not a bit of it. On the English language, M. Wey says-- "The Englishman has invented for himself a language adapted to his placid manners and silent tastes. This language is a murmur, accompanied by soft hissings; it falls from the lips, but is scarcely articulated; if the chest or throat be employed to increase the power of the voice, the words become changed and scarcely intelligible; if cried aloud, they are hoarse, and resemble the confused croaking of frogs in marshes." "The English are passionately attached to their language. They have only consented to borrow one single word from us, and that is employed by their innkeepers--_table d'hôte_, which they pronounce _taible dott_. And yet we have taken hundreds of words from them!" English women-- "English women give to us the preference over their own countrymen. Our gallantry is something new to them, and our politeness touches their hearts. But though they love us, we are not liked by their lords and masters. There is no exaggeration in all that has been said of the beauty of English women--an assemblage of them would realize the paradise of Mahomet." Their dresses-- "Many white gowns are to be seen. White is a _recherché_ luxury in that land of tallow and smoke, where linen becomes dirty in three hours. However, good taste is making some progress. Ladies may be met with who are well dressed, although, generally speaking, a sort of audacity is displayed in wearing the most irreconcilable colors. What gives English women a somewhat _bizarre_ appearance, is the custom they have of swelling out their petticoats, by means of circles of whalebone or iron:--this causes them to resemble large bells in movement." English manners-- "English manners, rigid and cold, and dominated by arid rationalism, are the work of Cromwell. His bigotry and hypocrisy, his exterior austerity, his narrow formalism, suit the Englishman; he keeps up Cromwell's character, and admires himself in his usages. But he has no pity for his model--he never forgives Cromwell for having made him what he is. His spite towards that man is the last cry of nature, and the vague regret of a liberty of imagination of which neither the joys or the aspirations have been known since his time." "They have no grace, no _desinvoltura_, no poesy in them, but are methodical, reasonable, indefatigable in work and in amassing lucre." How the English love-- "They love nothing with the heart; when they do love, it is exclusively of the head." English bankers--