humor and pathos in their rhymes; but the metrical form has been used for so much that is wise as well as brilliant, it would seem an affectation to ignore it altogether. The reader of Browning will not appreciate him any the less after laughing over one of Calverley's more than clever parodies; and perhaps the illiberal politician, while enjoying Bret Harte's Heathen Chinee, may get a glimpse of himself as others see him, without requiring any very powerful spectacles to read between the lines. Many of the best poems here collected are from authors who have presented no volume to the public. This is especially true of American writers. Our poetry, like our humor, is scattered with a free hand through our current literature, and but for the popular collections which are almost peculiar to this country, would drift away with the rubbish of yesterday's papers and last year's magazines.

ROCHESTER, September, 1880.

A. C. K.