"Two plummets dropped for one to sound the abyss
Of science, and the secrets of the mind,"


is not near fulfilment. Fortunately the sex does not "love the
Metaphysics," and perhaps has not yet produced even a manual of
Logic. It must suffice man and woman to


"Walk this world
Yoked in all exercise of noble end,"


of a more practical character, while woman is at liberty


"To live and learn and be
All that not harms distinctive womanhood."


This was the conclusion of the poet who had the most chivalrous
reverence for womanhood. This is the eirenicon of that old strife
between the women and the men--that war in which both armies are
captured. It may not be acceptable to excited lady combatants, who
think man their foe, when the real enemy is (what Porson damned) the
Nature of Things.

A new poem like The Princess would soon reach the public of our day,