EDWARD BULOW being with his honoured old friend Tieck during the winter of 1847, their conversation often led to remembrances of the Poet's youth, and Bulow frequently had the pleasure to hear him read some of his earlier Poetical Essays, chiefly Dramas, which he had fortunately preserved.
I say fortunately, adds Bulow, not that I at all believed that these productions would be available now for the press, as Tieck had made his choice and already printed several of them in his collected works.
Yet, for the man of letters, even the least successful and defective attempts of a great genius that he has studied, loved, and honoured, must always be interesting as marking the youthful developement of his powers.
