laugh which you uttered as we came through Temple Bar; I shall never
forget the awful reverberation. There is not a man in Europe whose
laugh can be compared with yours.--I shall never forget it;--pray
remind me of it to-morrow morning,--I shall never, never forget it,
never nev--nev." So saying he fell fast asleep.

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We like this portrait-painting turn of the author. Its identity is
very entertaining, and is very superior in interest to the satirical
_nommes_ in the fashionable novels of our day.

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SPIRIT OF THE

Public Journals.

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LINES ON THE VIEW FROM ST. LEONARD'S.

BY THOMAS CAMPBELL.


Hail to thy face and odours, glorious Sea!
'Twere thanklessness in me to bless thee not,