We see daily instances giving us cause to lament protracted residence
abroad, and also the haunts of incessant transit across the channel,
which makes our young men more familiar with the passages, arcades, and
cafes of the Palais Royal, than with the streets of our own metropolis.
We have seen many who could name each single quay along the borders of
the Seine; but who were totally ignorant of those great works of art,
the bridges, docks, and warehouses of their native Thames, otherwise
than as they were hurried past them in the Calais steam-boat.
_Quarterly Review_.
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We have been somewhat amused with the oddity of a few similes in the
article in Phillips's _State Trials_, in the last No. of the _Edinburgh
Review_. Thus an ordinary reader would lose his way in _Howell's State
Trials_, at the second page, "from the number of volumes, smallness of
print, &c." "A Londoner might as well take a morning walk through an
Illinois prairie, or dash into a back-settlement forest, without a
woodman's aid." Mr. Phillips has "enclosed but a corner of the waste,
swept little more than a single stall in the Augean stable;" "holding a
candle to the back-ground of history," &c.
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