Our poetical shelves gape, like the unfilled niches of a
mauso- leum. .A thing called the World, "a poein," lies next to Agrippa PosthumUs. The following is .a specimen of *hat men dare print . _ and.call poetry. - -
"The World is hateful ; but if it' betrays -
A weakness, that I speak thus bitterly, T soon will talk on't in a livelier style, For we see much in't too, at which to smile. And much that makes us weep—the more we see Of it, and think about it, we shall 'find, ' That it is full of guilt and misery,
And that the greatest part olhunian -kind Is wretched :—but what's most surprising, we
Must soon perceive, unless, we are quite-blind, That half the woes that make us melancholy, - Are but the natural fruits of our Own folly."