It is always curious to see how many literary birds are hit with one arrow. In the May Journal was an article headed, Not One Jot or Tittle. A contributor writes kindly to say that she must be the black sheep, "as there could hardly be two written articles open to similar criticism; " but this fair correspondent is wrong in her surmises. She is a very white lamb indeed, and her generous words of apology and explanation are as needless as they are agreeably acceptable.
They who are freest from blame are often the first to take it to themselves. The sermon on Dishonesty passes over the head of Hugh Cheatem, Esq., and hits the conscience of the Hon. Jinny-wine Fairdealer. The lecture on Slander rebukes Mrs Modesty Lovejoy, while it glides from My Lady Jawhboyen like water from a duck's back.
