_Mr.
Tatler's_ satire is, on the whole, good-humoured, and has not grown superannuated in _all_ its limbs.

His descriptions may limp at some points, but there are certain broad traits that apply equally well to session 1870-1.

He shows us the _Divinity_ of the period--tall, pale, and slender--his collar greasy, and his coat bare about the seams--'his white neckcloth serving four days, and regularly turned the third'-- 'the rim of his hat deficient in wool'-- and 'a weighty volume of theology under his arm.' He was the man to buy cheap 'a snuff-box, or a dozen of pencils, or a six-bladed knife, or a quarter of a hundred quills,' at any of the public sale-rooms.

He was noted for cheap purchases, and for exceeding the legal tender in halfpence.

He haunted 'the darkest and remotest corner of the Theatre Gallery.' He was to be seen issuing from 'aerial lodging-houses.' Withal, says mine author, 'there were many good points about him: he paid his landlady's bill, read his Bible, went twice to church on Sunday, seldom swore, was not often tipsy, and bought the _Lapsus Linguae_.' The _Medical_, again, 'wore a white greatcoat, and consequently talked loud'-- (there is something very delicious in that _consequently_).