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OPINIONS OF THE PRESS.

From the Commercial Advertiser.

Light, pleasant, sketchy, and hits severely some popular foibles.

Second Notice.—The Lorgnette sustains its wit and humor, but we do not
like to see its quizzical author resorting thus early to correspondence.

From the Evening Mirror.

* * * The name of the writer is not given, but to use a vulgarism, it “sticks
out” in every line. The opera-goer's search for lodgings is so “Tom Peppery”
that we give it entire.

Second Notice.—The Lorgnette is growing stupid.

From the Sunday Courier.

This is the last stupidity in the form of a funny paper which has been spawned
upon the town. We should think its author was Dr. Potts or Dr. Tyng.

Second Notice.—This is the production of a dealer in fancy articles, Mr. J.
H. L. Merackan.

Third Notice.—This is not the production of Mr. J. H. L. Merackan, and
we beg his pardon.

From the Journal of Commerce.

The Lorgnette contains clever satire on the frivolity, folly, and insipidity of
fashionable life, written in a polished and elegant style.

From the Literary World.

Rather too quiet and Spectatorish.

From the Merchant's Day Book.

Of all the forlorn hopes ever put forward as specimens of New York wit and
humor, this is quite the most forlorn. It is promiscuously attributed to Richard
Grant White, Harry Franco Briggs, Gas-light Foster, and General Morris.

From the Home Journal.

— This is the taking title of a beautifully printed, and gracefully written
weekly, issued by H. Kernot.

Second Notice.—The Lorgnette is too well bred and considerate to have any
great rush of popularity; but the ladies all talk about it; and its style as a literary
composition improves curiously fast, seeming rather the relapse into a good
style, after assuming a new and worse one for novelty, than the progress of an
untried writer.

From the Two Worlds.

A piquant and amusing satire upon the manners of the fashionables of the day.
The field is a wide one, and the editor has availed himself of it, with much ingenuity
and art, and has given some very racy and striking sketches of the
loungers at the Opera, or on the pave.

From the Renue du Nouveau Monde.

Qui est il? Un éerivain? Un Journaliste? Un homme du monde? ou simplement
un homme d'esprit? Voilà ce que l'on se demande partout à propos du
Timon qui public ce qu'il voit à travers les verres de sa Lorgnette. Quelques
uns qui regardent curieusemment par le gros bout, croient deviner à l'orifice opposé
un œil de femme.

Le fait est que ce n'est pas A * * qui n'a pas assez de finesse, ni B * * qui n'a
pas assez d'esprit, ni C * * qui n'a pas assez de moderation, ni D * * assez de
style. Qui est-ce done? nous n'en savons rien. et souhaitons que personne n'en
sache davantage, afin de laisser à Timon toute liberté.

* * Nous ne saurions mentionner particulièrement aucun de ces croquis dont
la verité est incontestable comme le talent. Les memoranda d'un coureur de
salons à l'affùt de tout ce qui peut Iui conquérir une place dans la fashion, sont
vraiment pris sur nature, et al Lorgnette se transforme ainsi bien souvent en
daguerréotype où nous retrouvons jusque dans leur plus légers détails les conversations
que nous avons entendues, les travers qui nous ont fait sourire, et les ridicules
que la politesse nous oblige souvent dans le monde à saleur avec un sćrieux
méritoire.

From the New-York Express.

No. 1 of this publication was pleasant; No. 2, was less so; No. 3, stupid; and
in No. 4, we must say we see neither wit, humor, or the purpose. Ere long we
shall have to write over it the two last lines of old Malsherbe's epitah—