such magnitude, that it may require a
classification of its own, and that the enumeration
which indexes supply, useful as it is, will not
suffice. And I fear it is the destiny of
periodicals as such to carry down with them a
large proportion of what, in the phraseology
of railways, would be called dead weight, as
compared with live weight. The limits of
speculation would be most difficult to draw.
The diversities included under science would
be so vast as at once to make sub-
classification a necessity. The olog-ies are by no means
well suited to rub shoulders together; and
sciences must include arts, which are but
country cousins to them, or a new
compartment must be established for their
accomodation. Once more, how to cope with the
everlasting difficulty of 'Works'? In what
category to place Dante, Petrarch,
Swedenborg, Burke, Coleridge, Carlyle, or a hundred
more? Where, again, is Poetry to stand?
I apprehend that it must take its place, the
first place without doubt, in Art; for while it
is separated from Painting and her other
'sphere-born harmonious sisters' by their
greater dependence on material forms they are all
more inwardly and profoundly united in their
first and all-enfolding principle, which is to
organize the beautiful for presentation to the
perceptions of man.