It has been attempted to retain and to dispose the characteristics of the general poetry, whence this is an abstract, according to an order which should allow them the prominency and effect they seem to possess when considered in the larger, not exclusively the lesser works of the poet. A musician might say, such and such chords are repeated, others made subordinate by distribution, so that a single movement may imitate the progress of the whole symphony. But there are various ways of modulating up to and connecting any given harmonies; and it will be neither a surprise nor a pain to find that better could have been done, as to both selection and sequence, than, in the present case, all care and the profoundest veneration were able to do. R. B. LONDON: November, 1865. HECTOR IN THE GARDEN. NINE years old! The first of any No such word! I thought instead Nine green years had scarcely brought me If the rain fell, there was sorrow, Such a charm was right Canidian Then the rain hummed dimly off Was left only to the ear; And the sun and I together Went a-rushing out of doors : In the garden lay supinely A huge giant wrought of spade! In a passive giant strength,— The fine meadow turf, cut finely, Round them laid and interlaid. Call him Hector, son of Priam ! With my rake I smoothed his brow, But a rhymer such as I am Eyes of gentianellas azure, Brazen helm of daffodillies, |