He has ever been a "Poet for Poets:" from the commencement of his career, he "fit audience found, though few." But his popularity-in the ordinary sense of the term was long postponed. It is only of late years that his resolute energy in working on his own steady way - persevering almost in the teeth of despair - has received a portion of its recompense in the more general appreciation of mankind. But that he aimed at achieving a loftier purpose than temporary applause, he would long since have thrown aside the pen; for the fact will be classed hereafter among the marvels of this age, that the poetry of Wordsworth scarcely paid the cost of publication.

The style of Wordsworth is essentially vernacular; at once vigorous and simple. He is ever true to Nature; and therefore, excepting only Shakspeare, no writer is so often quoted by writers. Passages from his Poems have become familiar as household words, and are perpetually called into use to give force and expression to the thoughts and feelings of others. This is, of itself, "an exceeding great reward" —perhaps the highest compliment a Poet can receive. With him the commonest objects,

"Bare trees and mountains bare,
The grass and the green fields,"

are things sacred: he has an alchemy of his own, by which he draws from them “a kind of quintessence" entirely and altogether pure. "He sees nothing loftier than human hopes,—nothing deeper than the human heart." His purpose ever is so to picture NATURE, that he may succeed in

His Poems are full of beauties peculiarly their own,- of original thoughts, of fine sympathies, and of grave yet cheerful wisdom. Virtue never had a firmer friend, or a more effective advocate. No Poet of his time has received worthier compliments

from his contemporaries.

One of the most impressive was paid to him by the Author of "Ion," in the House of Commons, where a shrivelled soul was sceptical concerning poetical "utilities."-"He has supplied the noblest antidote to the freezing effects of the scientific spirit of the age; and, while he has done justice to the poetry of greatness, has cast a glory around the lowest conditions of humanity, and traced out the subtle links by which they are connected with the highest." A kindred spirit -Felicia Hemans-laid this offering upon the shrine:

"True bard and holy! Thou art even as one

Who, by some secret gift of soul, or eye,

In every spot beneath the smiling sun,

Sees where the springs of living waters lie!"

It is indeed impossible to exaggerate in praising the most eloquent and highsouled of all our British Poets-saving and excepting only one. His volumes will be"for ever and for ever"-the text-books of those who love and reverence Nature, Virtue, and Eternal Truth.

WB Scott dei.

And she had made a Pipe of straw,
And from that oaten Pipe could draw
All sounds of winds and floods;
Had built a Bower upon the green,
As if she from her birth had been
An Infant of the woods.

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Beneath her Father's roof alone

She seem'd to live; her thoughts her own,

Herself her own delight;

Pleased with herself, nor sad, nor gay;

And, passing thus the livelong day,

She grew to Woman's height.

There came a Youth from Georgia's shore

A military Casque he wore,

With splendid feathers drest;

He brought them from the Cherokees :

The feathers nodded in the breeze,

And made a gallant crest.

From Indian blood you deem him sprung: Ah no! he spake the English tongue,

And bore a Soldier's name;

And, when America was free

From battle and from jeopardy,

He cross the ocean came.

With hues of genius on his cheek,

In finest tones the Youth could speak:
-While he was yet a Boy,

The moon, the glory of the sun,

And streams that murmur as they run,

Had been his dearest joy.

He was a lovely Youth! I guess

The panther in the wilderness

Was not so fair as he;

And, when he chose to sport and play,

No dolphin ever was so gay

Upon the tropic sea.

Among the Indians he had fought;

And with him many tales he brought

Of pleasure and of fear;

Such tales as told to any Maid

By such a Youth, in the green shade,
Were perilous to hear.