classic reputation on this side of the water. Is old Joel Barlow
yet alive? Unconscionable man! Why, he must have nearly fulfilled
his century. And does he meditate an epic on the war between Mexico
and Texas with machinery contrived on the principle of the steam-
engine, as being the nearest to celestial agency that our epoch can
boast? How can he expect ever to rise again, if, while just sinking
into his grave, he persists in burdening himself with such a
ponderosity of leaden verses?