as much for time; and there is little if any to choose between Mudie's latest 'catch' and last year's 'sensation' at Burlington House. And to one of us it is 'poor Fielding'; and to another Fielding is merely gross, immoral, and dull; and to most the story of that last journey to Lisbon is unknown, and Thackeray's dream of Fielding--a novelist's presentment of a purely fictitious character--is the Fielding who designed and built and finished for eternity. Which is to be pitied? The artist of _Amelia_ and _Jonathan Wild_, the creator of the Westerns and Parson Adams and Colonel Bath? or we the whippersnappers of sentiment--the critics who can neither read nor understand? THE END Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to Her Majesty, at the Edinburgh University Press.