No More Learning

Where all is so good, we are at a loss how to make extracts. . . . On the
whole, we may call it a volume which no library, pretending to entire
completeness, should fail to place upon its shelves.

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_From the Higginbottomopolis Snapping-turtle_.

A collection of the merest balderdash and doggerel that it was ever our
bad fortune to lay eyes on. The author is a vulgar buffoon, and the
editor a talkative, tedious old fool. We use strong language, but should
any of our readers peruse the book, (from which calamity Heaven preserve
them! ) they will find reasons for it thick as the leaves of
Vallum-brozer, or, to use a still more expressive comparison, as the
combined heads of author and editor. The work is wretchedly got up. . . .
We should like to know how much _British gold_ was pocketed by this
libeller of our country and her purest patriots.
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_From the Oldfogrumville Mentor_.

We have not had time to do more than glance through this handsomely
printed volume, but the name of its respectable editor, the Rev. Mr.
Wilbur, of Jaalam, will afford a sufficient guaranty for the worth of
its contents. . . . The paper is white, the type clear, and the volume of a
convenient and attractive size. . . . In reading this elegantly executed
work, it has seemed to us that a passage or two might have been
retrenched with advantage, and that the general style of diction was
susceptible of a higher polish. . . . On the whole, we may safely leave the
ungrateful task of criticism to the reader.