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Castle of Niolo.
BY ROBERT HUISH Esq.
Kelly's celebrated Memoirs of Her late Royal Highness the Princess
Management of Bees :"-" Ferney Castle;" &c. &c.
I have no brother-I am no brother- *-
And this word Love, which greybeards call divine.
Be resident in Men like one another,
But not in me,-I am-myself alone.
PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM EMANS,
THERE is not certainly any thing more pleasing in the hour of relaxation from severer studies, or when the mind seeks relief from a constant and rigid attention to the worldly affairs of the day, than the perusal of a moral and entertaining novel. Nothing indeed can be considered as more unfounded nor invidious than the outcry which has been so unjustly raised by a certain class of individuals against that particular species of literature, and the severe injunctions which have been issued against the introduction of a novel into the hands of the rising generation, is the mere effect of the grossest prejudice, and the most narrow minded illiberality. A well written novel is a faithful picture of human life, with all its lights and shades, its sun-shines and its storms, and although at times some grotesque figure may be delineated, which not only borders on caricature, but resembles some hideous nondescript on the boards of a Theatre, yet with the endless diversity of human character, who will pretend to affirm that its prototype is not to be found. The mariner who is kept in ignorance of the rocks on which his vessel may be wrecked, resembles the individual who is launched upon the dangerous ocean of life, without the chart of experience to guide him, and wholly a stranger to the snares which beset him at every step, to subvert his principles and his virtue. In this respect, the uses and advantages of a novel are very apparent; the vices which disfigure