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It is only a novel!" replies the young lady, while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame "It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda"; or, in short, only soreatest powers of the e of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and hue Now, had the saed with a volume of the Spectator, instead of such a work, how proudly would she have produced the book, and told its na occupied by any part of that voluminous publication, of which either theperson of taste: the substance of its papers so often consisting in the statement of improbable circumstances, unnatural characters, and topics of conversation which no longer concern anyone living; and their language, too, frequently so coarse as to give no very favourable idea of the age that could endure it