Complete Self-devotion Is Woman's Part.

Re: Robert Montgomery's Poems His Writing Bears The Same Relation To Poetry Which A Turkey Carpet Bears To A Picture. There Are Colours In The Turkey Carpet Out Of Which A Picture Might Be Made. There Are Words In Mr. Montgomery's Writing Which, When Disposed In Certain Orders And Combinations,have Made, And Will Make Again, Good Poetry. But, As They Now Stand, They Seem To Be Put Together On Principle In Such A Manner As To Give No Image Of Anything In The Heavens Above, Or In The Earth Beneath, Or In The Waters Under The Earth.

The Real Object Of The Drama Is The Exhibition Of Human Character.

The Saviour Of Mankind Himself, In Whose Blameless Life Malice Could Find No Act To Impeach, Has Been Called In Question For Words Spoken.

He Who, In An Enlightened And Literary Society, Aspires To Be A Great Poet, Must First Become A Little Child. He Must Take To Pieces The Whole Web Of His Mind. He Must Unlearn Much Of That Knowledge Which Has Perhaps Constituted Hitherto His Chief Title To Superiority. His Very Talents Will Be A Hindrance To Him.

War Is Never Lenient But Where It Is Wanton; Where Men Are Compelled To Fight In Self-defence, They Must Hate And Avenge. This May Be Bad, But It Is Human Nature; It Is The Clay As It Came From The Hands Of The Potter.