amount to so much in the course of an ordinary life, I him read this work through. Few persons perhaps have done this before, and still fewer will do it after me. "Lend me your eyes," reader, and in a very few minutes you shall know as much about it, as can be known without a thorough perusal,.. and in fact, almost as much as is worth knowing.
There is perhaps no other poem in existence, which has so little that is good in it; if it has any thing good. Henry More possessed the feelings of a poet; but the subject which he chose is of all others least fitted for poetry, and in fact there is no species of poetry so absurd as the didactic. The memory, when mere memory is concerned, may best be addressed in metre; o1d Lilly knew this, and the Memoria Technica is good proof of it. In these instances it is necessary to impress words, and nothing but words upon the recollection;
