This poor wretched lying and cowardly creature has now had more than ample time to come forward, and has not done so. He has, to be sure, published a second edition of his atrocious nonsense, in which some of the worst of his insinuations are withdrawn; but he, or his employers, must not think to escape, while the same venomous malignity survives in the remaining parts of the reptile. Reptile indeed he is, and most unhappy creature must be, to feel excited to pour forth misrepresentations, which could not be falser, if he had cried out, in his anguish, at the blackness of the green leaves or the hatefulness of affection.

In the mean while, the Editor of this Paper cannot but return his cordial thanks to two gentlemen, strangers to him, but not altogether, it seems, to those who really know him, for the manly and cordial indignation with which they have stepped forth to spurn back this unhappy being. He alludes to a writer in “The Edinburgh Magazine,” and to the author of a pamphlet entitled “A Review of Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for October 1817,”—both of them, he will venture to say, men of excellent hearts as well as heads; but not the less so, he may add, for defending one, who however he may differ with some of the other speculators in human happiness upon particular points of faith or theory, or partake of infirmities common to his nature, is an enthusiast in “whatsoever things are lovely, and whatever things are just,” and might bring forward eulogies, from those whom he is most in habits of intercourse, as extravagant perhaps as the calumnies in question.