HORACE AS A POET.
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR, —I have been a regular reader of the Spectator for many years ; in fact, I read it right through from cover to cover every week-end. I have been somewhat grieved to see the way you have been treating Mr. Lloyd George, but that is a past matter and I will say nothing about it. Now you arc running down the poet Horace, and that I cannot bear !
Every Sunday evening it is a great pleasure to enjoy a short time with this ever fresh, gay, joyous, lively poet. I am not much of a scholar, and what poetry is supposed to be I know not ; it would be just as easy to get hold of a rainbow and put it in a glass case at a museum as to define poetry. All I know is that I love Horace, in a little old green copy dated 1868, which I bought second-hand for sixpence years [This correspondence is now closed.—En. Spectator.]
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