Fifty years ago . be palmed off uponan uncritical public for prize books and presents. Butthey are far fewer in proportion than they were, andperhaps the next generation may live to see them did they write, this regiment of 3,300litterateurs ? Novehsts, as we have learned, had fallen upon evil times ; poetry waswhat it still continues to be,a drug in the market; butthere was the whole rangeof the sciences, there weremorals, theology, education,travels, biography, history,the literature of Art in allits branches, archseology, an-cient and modern literature,criticism, and a hundred
Fifty years ago . be palmed off uponan uncritical public for prize books and presents. Butthey are far fewer in proportion than they were, andperhaps the next generation may live to see them did they write, this regiment of 3,300litterateurs ? Novehsts, as we have learned, had fallen upon evil times ; poetry waswhat it still continues to be,a drug in the market; butthere was the whole rangeof the sciences, there weremorals, theology, education,travels, biography, history,the literature of Art in allits branches, archseology, an-cient and modern literature,criticism, and a hundred other things. Yet, makingallowance for everything, I cannot but think that the3,300 must have had on the whole an idle and un-profitable time. However, some books of the year maybe recorded. First of all, in the Annual Eegister for1837 there appears a poem by Alfred Tennyson. Ihave copied a portion of it:— Oh ! that twere possible, After long grief and pain,To find the arms of my true love Round me once aajain !. LOED TENNYSON AS A YOUNG BIAN(Prom the Picture by Sir T. Lawrence) li
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