sight for which institutions essentially democratic do nor prepare a spectator of either sex, and must naturally place the opinions on which the republic is founded, and the sentiments which support it, in strong contrast with a government based and upheld as ours is. I am not, therefore, suprised that Mrs. Everett was moved, as she herself described to persons of my acquaintance, among others to Mr. Rogers the poet. By the by, of this gentleman, now, I believe, in his eighty-third year, I saw more than any other person except my host, Mr. Moxon, while I was in London. He is singularly fresh and strong for his years, and his mental faculties (with the exception of his memory a little), not at all impaired. It is remarkable that he and the Rev. W. Bowles were both distinguished as poets when I was a school-boy, and they have survived almost all their eminent contemporaries, several of whom came into notice long after them. Since they became known Burns, Cowper, Mason, the author of 'Caractacus' and friend of Gray, have died. Thomas Warton, laureate, then Byron, Shelley, Keats, and, a good deal later, Scott, Coleridge, Crabbe, Southey, Lamb, the Ettrick shepherd, Cary, the translator of Dante, Crowe, the author of Lewesdon Hill, and others of more or less distinction, have disappeared. And now, of English poets advanced in life, I cannot recall any but James Montgomery, Thomas Moore, and myself who are living, except the octogenarian with whom I began."