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P. S. If you don't pay for poetry, send this back. It's as good as what you did put in, and is just as hard to make. You hear me? that's me all the time. The editor turned quickly to the new contribution for some corroboration of what he felt must be an extraordinary blunder. But no!

Latin literature, though artificial in a fuller sense than that of some other nations, did not escape the general law of all literatures, that they must begin by verse before they can go on to prose. Up to this date, native Latin poetry had been confined, so far as we can judge, to hymns and ballads, both of a rude nature.

"What is the matter with you?" asked Etienne Lousteau. "I see poetry fallen into the mire." "Ah! you have still some illusions left, my dear fellow." "Is there nothing for it but to cringe and submit to thickheads like Matifat and Camusot, as actresses bow down to journalists, and we ourselves to the booksellers?"

It waited nearly a hundred years for the poet who understood exactly what was to be done and exactly how to do it. In Paradise Lost, the development of epic poetry culminates, as far as it has yet gone.

Yet if you had given a word of praise" he laughed, as one does when emotion is too strong "I should have written on and on, with a glorious belief in myself." "Perhaps it was as well, then, that I said nothing. Poetry must come of itself, without praise don't you think?" "Yes, I lived it or tried to live it instead of putting it into metre."

Indeed, he was the very picture of the bluff and burly Briton, white-bearded like Father Christmas. But he did not seem to lead to yonder vision of poetry and purity. Lady Aaronsberg, who might have supplied the missing link, was dead before even arriving at ladyship, alas! and when she was alive Barstein had not enjoyed the privilege of moving in these high municipal circles.

But poetry is not for every man, nor for every mood of any man: and the moment of dinner is not with most men the moment when they appear most poetic either to others or to themselves. But is there any time which is not the time for Boswell? He does not ask for a mood which may not be forthcoming: he does not demand an attention which it is inconvenient to give.

Instead of the clash of helmets, and the rushing of chariots, and the whizzing of spears, and the glancing of swords, and the cleaving of shields, and the piercing of breastplates, why not represent the Greeks and Trojans like two savage tribes, tugging and tearing, and kicking and biting, and gnashing, foaming, grinning, and gouging, in all the poetry of martial nature, unencumbered with gross, prosaic, artificial arms; an equal superfluity to the natural warrior and his natural poet?

Brave as lions, their path of progress has been in faithfulness to duty, industry, and patience, and along the paths of poetry, music and brotherhood. Their motto for ages has been, "Truth against the World."

It does not explain the undoubted fact that we, who speak English, are prone to underrate French poetry, while we are equally disposed to render to German poetry even more than its due share of merit. The reason is to be sought in the verbal associations established in our minds by the peculiar composition of the English language.