Nothing can be finer, more gentlemanlike, and nobler, than the conversation and compliments of these young men.

How delicious is Raymond Mounchensey's forgetting, in his fears, that Jerningham has a "Saint in Essex;" and how sweetly his friend reminds him! I wish it could be ascertained, which there is some grounds for believing, that Michael Drayton was the author of this piece.

It would add a worthy appendage to the renown of that Panegyrist of my native Earth; who has gone over her soil, in his Polyolbion, with the fidelity of a herald, and the painful love of a son; who has not left a rivulet, so narrow that it may be stepped over, without honorable mention; and has animated hills and streams with life and passion beyond the dreams of old mythology.
* * * * * THOMAS HEYWOOD.
_A Woman Killed with Kindness_ .-- Heywood is a sort of _prose_ Shakspeare.

His scenes are to the full as natural and affecting.

But we miss _the poet_, that which in Shakspeare always appears out and above the surface of _the nature_.