ET us begin at the beginning. The child is father of
the man;' and by permitting us to commence with the following letter to a brother-editor, written in the first person singular-a thing in itself very 'singular' in the present book—the reader will have at once before him the longest paper he will be called upon to encounter 'from title-page to colophon.'
I LOVE children. I used to think when I was a bachelor, (it is a good many years ago now,) that there was something rather presuming in the manner in which doating fathers and mothers would bring their 'wee things' around them, and, for the especial edification of us single fellows,