free, or even caustic remark, by any critique of the papers, or by
any dignified frown of the literary coteries of the city.... This
LORGNETTE of mine will range very much as my whim directs. In
morals, it will aim to be correct; in religion, to be respectful; in
literature, modest; in the arts, attentive; in fashion, observing; in
society, free; in narrative, to be honest; in advice, to be sound; in
satire, to be hearty; and in general character, whatever may be
the critical opinions of the small littérateurs, or the hints of
fashionable patrons, to be only--itself."

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TENNYSON'S NEW POEM.[1]

The popularity of TENNYSON, in this country as well as in England,
is greater than that of any other contemporary who writes verses in
our language. We by no means agree to the justness of the common
apprehension in this case. We think Bryant is a greater poet, and we
might refer to others, at home and abroad, whom it delights us more
to read. But it is unquestionable that Tennyson is the favorite of the
hour, and every new composition of his will therefore be looked
for with the most lively interest. His last work, just reprinted by
TICKNOR, REED & FIELDS, of Boston, is thus described in the London
_Spectator_ of June 8th:

"'IN MEMORIAM.'

"Although only these words appear on the title-page of this volume of
poetry, it is well known to be from the pen of Alfred Tennyson. It is
also known that the inscription