Vol. XVIII. (of XXI.) 42/43 'T is a plaster on my wounds, but it is far enough from healing them. I was sorry at the Abbe's treason,"-- paltry De Prades, of whom we heard enough already. A POTTERY-APOTHEOSIS OF FRIEDRICH.--"There stands on this mantel-piece," says one of my Correspondents, the amiable Smelfungus, in short, whom readers are acquainted with, "a small China Mug, not of bad shape; declaring itself, in one obscure corner, to be made at Worcester, 'R. |