of the eighteenth century."* Indeed, it nay well be that we have in this preface even a more true picture of Liſſoy than hat given in the poem, which, as Mr William Black ſays in his monograph an Goldſmith, "is there seen through he ſoftening and beautifying miſt of years."
Much more might be ſaid of the characteriſtics of this little book, which contains ſo much that reminds us not only of the ſtyle but the matter of many of Goldſmith's writings. Miſs Yonge fays: "There is a certain dry humour in ſome paſſages and a tenderneſs in others that incline us much to the belief that it could come from no one elſe but the writer of 'The Vicar of Wakefield'
* "A Storehouse of Stories," p. 69, Firſt Series.