Who killed John Keats? 'I,' says the Quarterly, So savage and Tartarly; ''Twas one of my feats.'

Because He is all-powerful, must all-good, too, follow? I judge but by the fruits-and they are bitter- Which I must feed on for a fault not mine.

He seems To have seen better days, as who has not Who has seen yesterday?

Send me no more reviews of any kind. - I will read no more of evil or good in that line. - Walter Scott has not read a review of himself for thirteen years.

The use of criticism, in periodical writing, is to sift, not to stamp a work.

The trade of critic, in literature, music, and the drama, is the most degraded of all trades.

The poetical tendency of the present and of the preceding century has been divided in a manner singularly curious. One loud and conspicuous faction of bards, g…