16 APRIL 1870, page 13

Poetry.

AT TWENTY-THREE. LIFE is delight, each hour that passes over Comes like a maiden's kisses to her lover, Comes like the fresh breath of the mountain breeze, Comes like the south......

Books.

MRS. WEBSTER'S POEMS.* 'TILE noisy critic who has lately been telling us that Mr. Browning is no poet will probably deny the title to Mrs. Webster. She belongs to the same......