Angelo (the libertine) seduces the angelic Gabrielle de Montmorency, who follows him to Italy in male attire, saves him from the wicked courtesan Oriana and her bravo Fiorenz_a_ (_sic_), is married by him, but made miserable, and dies.

He continues his misbehaviour to their children, and finally blows his brains out.

"Bah! it is bosh!" as the Master observes of something else.
It may seem iniquitous to say that some tolerably good novel-writers must be more summarily treated than some bad ones here: but there is reason for it.

Such, for instance, as Charlotte Smith and the Miss Lees are miles above such others as the just-mentioned polyonymous "Rosa," as Sarah Wilkinson, or as Henrietta Mosse-Rouviere.

The first three would make a very good group for a twenty-page causerie.