Mr. Valpy is absolutely possessed by a notion that whatever is done in the Literary Gazette must be imitated in the [Literary] Museum [edited by Bayley]. When the papers called "Wine and Walnuts" appeared in the Gazette he cried out for a series of papers of the same kind, for which he is now tormenting one of our contributors. Then the poetry published under the signature L. E. L. caught him, and he could not rest for incessantly crying out, "We must get Miss Mitford to write us a series of poetry in the manner of L. E. L." It is in vain that I say, "Let Miss Mitford send us what she pleases; we shall be better than the Gazette. Our poetry, on the whole, is better than that of the Gazette. Nothing but L. E. L. will go down with him. Now my dear madam, I beg you to sent us just what you will, only send us something. I shall run no hazard of offending against truth in asserting him it is better than anything of L. E. L.'s, and you will see that I shall presently contrive to jerk that out of him.