at those heretics, they do not even get out of their beds!”

the sense, and extinguishes all the fire of it. It is on such an

occasion one may justly affirm, that the letter kills, but the

Here follows another passage copied from a celebrated tragic writer

among the English. It is Dryden, a poet in the reign of Charles

II.--a writer whose genius was too exuberant, and not accompanied

with judgment enough. Had he written only a tenth part of the works

he left behind him, his character would have been conspicuous in

every part; but his great fault is his having endeavoured to be

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