No person at all versed in constitutional or legal interpretationwith his judgment unaffected by interest or any of the prejudices to which the existing controversy has given birthcould, it is thought, construe the Constitution, in its letter, as intending to perpetuate slavery.

Nor will thy verse the obscene event disgrace; Thy flowers of poetry, that smell so strong, The keenest appetites have loathed the song, Condemn'd by Clark, Banks, Barrowby, and Chitty, And all the crop-ear'd critics of the city: While sagely neutral sits thy silent friend, Alike averse to censure or commend. POET.

While the Ciris, like the Peleus and Thetis, is over-free with involved and parenthetical sentences, it has on the whole fewer run-over lines so that indeed the frequent coincidence of sense pauses and verse endings almost borders on monotony.

We shall note here only one or two marked literary types, like the Riming Chronicle (or verse history) and the Metrical Romance, and a few writers whose work has especial significance.

In March he addressed the following letter to the Honourable Horace Walpole; Sir,Being versed a little in antiquities, I have met with several curious manuscripts, among which the following may be of service to you in any future edition of your truly entertaining Anecdotes of Painting.

In this hut lived twenty-five men, their nether limbs clad in goat skins, with the hair outwards, realizing the satyrs of ancient fable: but they had no nymphs to tease, nor shepherdesses to woo, and never 'sat all day Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love To amorous Phillida.

When verse his mind to writing bore, And genius shed its lustre there, How proudly did she con it o'er, Unconscious fell the blissful tear: 'Twas her's to lighten care's control, And raise the drooping, pensive soul.

Few of the prose or verse pieces present much novelty of matter or manner; but the following will, perhaps, be esteemed a curiosity: PORTRAIT OF UGO FOSCOLO.

Early associations can give to verse a charm and a hold upon one's heart which no literary excellence, however high, ever could.

Victorine Dubois at the age of eighteen, when her grandfather took her home to his house, was as well versed a young woman in the ways and the wiles of love-making as if she had been free to come and go all her life.