containing the truest philosophy. 'Lines after the manner of the
olden time' remind one of Sir John Suckling. They are 'sunned o'er
with love'--their subject, by the way. 'I never have been false
to thee' was an emanation from the FEMININE nature of the minstrel
alone. Who does not believe the poet gifted with duality of soul?
'Think of me, my own beloved,' and 'Rosabel,' are the throbbings
of a lover's breast, set to music; and 'One balmy summer night,
Mary,' 'The heart that owns thy tyrant sway,' and 'When I was in
my teens,' the distillation of the subtlest sweets lodged in the
innermost cells of all flowers dedicated to love.

"I come now to my favorite, 'Where Hudson's wave;' a poem which
I never read but that it glows upon my lip and heart, and leaves
the air of my thoughts tremulous with musical vibrations. What a
delicious gush of parental feeling! How daintily and delicately
move the 'fitly chose words,' tripping along like silver sandaled
fairies.

"'Land-Ho!' and the 'Western Refrain' thrill one gloriously. 'The
Cottager's Welcome' would of itself carry the poet's name to the
next age, and the 'Croton Ode' keep his bays green with a perpetual
baptism. The last-mentioned is fresh and sparkling as its subject,
and displays much of the imaginative faculty.

"'Oh, a merry life does the hunter lead,' rolled up the tenth wave
of Morris-ian popularity at the West. It stirs the hunter's heart
like a bugle blast--it rings out clear as a rifle-crack on a hunting
morning.

"General Morris has recently published some songs, which have all