ing to give any assistance in promoting the object of my mission, being the original trustee to the estate of my late matrimonial (?) uncles.' p. 43. To leave no possible doubt of what this business was, he tells us again, p. 79. As I, in the execution of the objects of my mission, had called on Mr Gregory to give an account of his long stewardship, in the affairs of the Rugely property, and wanted money of him, I was not a very welcome guest.' Notwithstanding these statements from his own pen, this person has the impudence in his preface to say, the motives, which induced me to visit America, and afterwards to give to the public the results of my experience, originated in many favorable prepossessions for that country, and in a strong desire to ascertain the naked truth in all particulars, relating to emigration to that land of boasted liberty.' And this falsehood is reasserted by the Reviewer, who, after having culled the more detestable portions of the whole farrago, adds, 'be it remembered that this unfavorable account of the American population is not ours, but that of a man, who calls America "the land of his adored Washington, the country of his fondest prejudices and predilections," and who evidently set out with a strong desire of finding it all that he had pictured it to himself, and just the reverse of what he saw, heard, and has published.' No language readily offers itself to us to express the disdain, with which we observe this disingenuousness. If anything can exceed the meanness of falsehood, it is espousing the falsehood of another; and he such a creature as this.

The rage of detraction of this missionary is so great, that he begins while in the ports of England; and intending to slander the American ship, in which he had taken passage, unluckily fixes on points, which, if true, would establish only the frauds of Englishmen. Thus, while lying in the harbor of Portsmouth, he is poisoned by the eating of chickens and a pig, which had died from sickness; and before he is well at sea his captain finds, that the beef and porter, (bought for good,) are good for nothing, the former having been a voyage to the East Indies.' The same paragraph, which contains this compliment to the provision dealers of the London market, informs us, that navigators up the Mississippi river frequently steal from ten to twenty sheep at once from the farmers, and think it no crime. Captain Wise, when there,

acknowledges he saw his crew dressing several sheep so stolen, and forbade them not; only telling them they should not let him know of such thefts.' This silly trash is copied by the Quarterly Reviewer, who is a perfect gudgeon when America is to be abused. He forgot that flocks of sheep so large and numerous, that ten or twenty at once can be frequently stolen from them, do not agree very well with the representation, which he himself gives us of the 'population now thinly spread over the immense vale of the Mississippi, before the forests and cane brakes are cleared away, the dismal cypress swamps drained, and the rotten bottoms, and rank prairies are reclaimed from their stagnant and putrid water.' He forgets, too, that frequently stealing ten or twenty sheep at a time is a practice, which accords but ill with the keenness and mercenary thrift, which he uniformly ascribes to the American character. Where are these semicivilized savages, the owners of the sheep, while ten or twenty at a time are frequently stolen?' Where are their rifles, which according to him they are so prompt to use? Who does not perceive, that the whole is a pure fiction, not only not true, but impossible; and if true, then a direct contradiction of the Reviewer's other accounts of the condition of the soil and the state of the manners of America? We join him, however, in the insipid quotation from Faux, with which he closes this his first specification; Poor honesty, how art thou disregarded!'

Our traveller proceeds with a number of bugbear stories relative to the vessel, in which he was embarked, and her captain; and finally quits it for the Hamilton, with which they fell in at sea. The vulgar admiration, which Faux expresses of the accommodations to be found on board the Hamilton, a vessel homeward bound after a trading voyage of three or four years, and three months from port, shows what he had been used to at home.

'I now,' says he, 'took my leave of the Ruthy, and returning with them found my new captain a generous, gentlemanly man, having a noble vessel stored with pigs, poultry, turtles, and goats (for milk) all alive and fat from Canton city. There was besides on board a profusion of China sweetmeats, Jamaica rum, old oily brandy, and wine, and new bread on table daily; and at night a Chinese bed of VOL. XIX.-No. 44.

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down to receive me, all from Asia, the Sandwich Islands, and the North West Coast of the American Continent.'

This passage will doubtless recall to our readers the remark of Mr Cobbett, with respect to the breakfast, which he gave one of this same class of travellers, by whom he was afterwards vilified, that it was such a breakfast as the fellow had never before tasted.'

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In the Gulf Stream the Hamilton was overtaken by a violent gale. In our author's balderdash eloquence, the morning dawned with a most dismal frowning aspect; the air being full of blue fire and crashing thunder; and the sea rising and falling over, on, and around us, like swelling mountains of liquid fire. This is the last day of March, and was expected to be the last of our lives.' In such a gale as this, what is the complaint which this gentleman makes of the generous and gentlemanly commander,' who had given him a passage across the Atlantic, with such fare as he had never before conceived of, but in his youthful dreams of a lord mayor's dinner. The captain, during yesterday's gale, sulked, and would eat nothing, nor suffer anything eatable to be cooked; I was therefore PINING twenty four hours, on tea, coffee, wine, China sweetmeats, and dry hard buiscuits.'

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Mr Faux arrives at Boston, which he calls the 'grand emporium of Yankee land.' How accurate and true his observations are, will appear from a remark, in the journal of the first day.

'As Sunday here vanishes with daylight, I went in the evening to the townhall, to Caucus, a grand political meeting of thousands of the Mobocracy met to deliberate upon the choice of state governor, &c. The orators on the present occasion, being principally well educated federalists, seemed some of them eloquent and ingenious abusers of the democrats, who angrily retorted on their opponents. Thus I found two strong parties' &c.

This, in an account given from distant recollection, might pass for a pardonable slip of the memory. But in a journal, written like this, from day to day, it is downright falsehood. The Quarterly Reviewer, who on another occasion boasts his accurate knowledge of American customs, copies this ridiculous error as to a Caucus. But Faux's circumstantial falsehood does not stop here. The owner of the Hamilton, mis

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taking him for a gentleman, took him home to dinner, which gives our traveller an opportunity of relating what was said at the table, evidently the first with a white cloth upon it, at which he ever sat down. Among the observations, which he ascribes to his host, whom he calls a very strong federalist,' is this; the caucus, which you attended on Sunday night, embodies the respectable part of the citizens, federalists and democrats.' This is representing men and things as they are in America!

The true character of this gentleman begins to appear as he leaves Boston.

'I also called on,' says he, and bid a final farewell to my friend Mr [a friend to whom he brought no letters, and with whom he had no acquaintance, but that formed by an introduction on the Exchange,] who very kindly put into my hand an introductory letter to his bankers and agents at Charleston, with a liberal purse of dollars, which he thought I should need before I could arrive at my destination. [He was to go by water.] This purse was unsolicited, and received without absolute necessity on my part, and without giving him any security. I took it principally for the sake of the singular confidence and liberality shown in the circumstance, and for the same reason here record it. "Take, Sir," said he," more money." "O, this is more than enough," replied I. "What enough? Take more," ' &c.

We shall now accompany our author on the way to Charleston, and extract such passages as show his qualifications as a traveller. Intoxicated as he was with the attentions he received in Boston, so much so that he begins one day's journal,— Seemed pleased with everything and everybody, and everybody with me,'' scarce hoping to find another Boston,'he yet has the preposterous impudence to say, 'It is no unusual thing for some of the people of this country, on going to Charleston, to take their (?) free negroes with them and sell them for slaves, by way of turning a penny, or, as they say, making a good spec.' He arrived at Charleston about the time when Mr Monroe was expected there, on his tour through the Southern States. Mr Faux 'walked several miles on a dusty, sandy road, under a scorching sun, in expectation of seeing or meeting his Excellency, the President of the United States, who this morning made his public entry into this city. But he passed by me in the tumultuous crowd, quite unobserved.' Astonishing rudeness!

The real object of Mr Faux in America, as we have observed, was to hunt up an inheritance from his maternal uncles. On this errand he visits his cousins in the interior of the state, and finds one of them in an establishment consisting of one room, the only one, Mr Faux informs us, in the house. His other cousin, Major a neighbor of this stately mansion, was not at home, but his wife, a young thoughtful woman, with two babes, received me kindly, and in a patriarchal style found food for me and my guides, and provender for our beasts. [Enough to make any woman thoughtful.] The house has only three rooms; no chambers, nor any windows of glass. On his journey from the residence of these well provided cousins, Mr Faux was overtaken in the forest by a tremendous storm of wind, hail, rain, thunder, and lightning. Huge trees fell around us, houses were unroofed; and we were exposed to all its fury in our chaise under a tree. The air seemed full of thunderbolts, insomuch that I fancied myself shot through and through.' This unroofing must have been a serious thing indeed to Mr Faux's cousins, whose houses had neither of them a second story, and one of them but a single room. Next to downright exposure in the open air, we should count the unroofing of a house consisting of

one room.

Before accompanying our traveller from Carolina, we shall notice a few of the cases in which he has sinned against truth, probability, and decency, in his account of what he saw in that state. We begin with the gravest article, relative to the murder of a slave, of which the Quarterly Reviewer has quoted the essentials, and added to them a false assertion made in his own person. We quote the abstract given of this affair in the Quarterly, as being more concise than that of Faux himself.

'Mr Faux had the misfortune to be present at the digging up of the body of a slave, who had been wantonly whipped to death, and buried privately, by the hands of his master. Indignant at such an atrocious deed, and determined to expose it, he procured all the particulars of the horrid transaction, which he published in a Letter, signed with his name, in the Charleston Courier. The same day he received a message from the Governor, desiring him to wait on the Attorney General, to make an affidavit of the facts he had stated. He accordingly waited on Mr Attorney General, who, after a short lecture on the imprudent step he had taken, as