The defects of the work are not confined to the exhibition of prejudices and the expression of unjust opinions: the style and language is often coarse, we might say vulgar; and her more impassioned exclamations are often characterized by a vehemence which is very like _profanity_, an offence that would not be tolerated in a writer of the other sex. We cite a few, from among the many passages which we have noted, as specimens of undignified, unfeminine and unscholarlike phraseology: The word "_dawdled_" seems a great favorite with Mrs. Butler--as, for instance: "Rose at eight, _dawdled_ about," &c. vol. i. p. 18. "Rose at half past eight, _dawdled_ about as usual," p. 21. "Came up and _dawdled_ upon deck," p. 47. "Came home, _daudled_ about my room," p. 97.--And in numberless other instances this word is used, apparently, to signify loitering or dallying, spelled indiscriminately da_w_dled, or da_u_dled. Indeed so much does our fair authoress seem to have been addicted to the habit which the word implies--be it what it may--that in the second volume she speaks of having "dressed for once without _dawdling_," as an uncommon occurrence. She is also fond of the word "gulp," and uses it in strange combinations, as--"My dear father, who was a little elated, made me sing to him, which I greatly _gulped_ at," p. 61. "I _gulped_, sat down, and was measured," (for a pair of shoes,) p. 103--"on the edge of a precipice, several hundred feet down into the valley: it made me _gulp_ to look at it," &c. At page 97, she tells us, that "when the gentlemen joined us they were all more or less 'how come'd you so indeed?'" and shortly after, "they all went away in good time, and we came to bed: ------------------------------------To bed--to sleep-- To sleep!--perchance to be bitten! aye--there's the scratch: And in that sleep of our's what bugs may come, Must give us pause." She thus describes the motions of persons on ship-board, in rough weather: "Rushing hither and thither in all directions but the one they purpose going, and making as many angles, fetches, and ridiculous deviations from the point they aim at, as if the _devil had tied a string to their legs_, and jerked it every now and then in spite." p. 18.