18 APRIL 1868, Page 22

Leben and Kunst. Gedichte. Von. M. M. Kalisch. (Leipsic, Fritsch

; London, Nutt.)—Reading these poems has been a painful and thankless task, and our only satisfaction is that a time came for closing the volume. Dr. Kalisch suffers from an inordinate flow of words. His thoughts and images are worn and trivial to the last degree, yet be continues spinning out verse after verse, happily unconscious of the weariness which will afflict his readers. If after a conscientious perusal we had found a single poem which could be exempted from this censure, we might have forced ourselves to take a more favourable view of the rest. But we have not found even one.