A SIMPLE. CONSCIOUSNESS.
WE must confess that we like to see a man praise himself ingenuously, and in good hearty terms of thoroughgoing approbation, and contempt of all others in comparison with his conscious worth. In this instance, the Edinburgh Observer leaves us nothing to wish for. Its theatrical critic writes thus to the point- " We beg to inform Miss Jarman, that it is to our criticisms, and those of the Weekly Journal, which are always written with a judicious and gentle- manly spirit, that she should principally look. Some of our other contem- poraries are clever in dramatic matters, but unequal. And some, who ape criticism, and scribble for one or two blacide,s. sort of papers which shall be nameless, are the most arrant ninnies that ever put, with a chuckle of pride, their vulgar crudities into the dirty hands of a printer's devil. A stray lucu. bration of theirs generally happens to come across us once in the six weeks or so, and invariably makes us squeamish for three days. We hare „zonietimes thought of putting our heel upon these vermin, and squeezing them mai' a blotch; but the nastiness of the task deters us, and the consideration, moreover, that no mortal ever pays the slightest attention to their squeaking. It may be thou;dit conceited in us to speak thus ; but it is not conceit,—it is merely a simple consciousness of the insuperable height at which we stand above these creeping things."
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