natures of all others. I say, Cleveland, here comes the greatest idiot in town; Craven Bucke. He came to me the other day complaining bitterly of the imperfections of Johnson's Dictionary. He had looked out Doncaster St. Leger in it, and couldn't find the word."
"How d'ye do, Bucke? you 're just the man I wanted to meet. Make a note of it while I remember. There is an edition of Johnson just published, in which you'll find every single word you want. Now put it down at once. It's published under the title of John Bees' Slang Lexicon. Good b'ye! How's your brother?
Pray, Cleveland, what do you think of Milman's' 'new dramatic poem,' Anne Boleyn?"
"I think it's the dullest work on the Catholic Question that has yet appeared."
"Is it true, that Lockhart is going to have the Quarterly?"
"It was told me as a positive fact to-day. I believe it."
