books; and if any one can do the job, he is the hand; but I need not mention him to you,—you know Dr. Scribble." "Yes, yes," says Dicky, "he knows me." "That I do," replied Hamilton, "most thoroughly." "And I will venture to say," rejoined Scribble, "that he has a just value for me." "That you may safely affirm," said the other. "But," continued the Doctor, "what we particularly want with you, is to do us justice in the reviews and conversation, by speaking very highly of the work. I have already written a specimen; it is the translation of a play, one of the finest that ever entered into the human imagination to conceive; it is the story of Hurlobothrumbo, a Spanish hero, who sets off to the war with the Moors in Andalusia, with four attendants; he overcomes fifteen thousand, enters the city of the enemy alone, encounters
