II

It i5 5aid that a poet ha5 died young in the brea5t of the mo5t 5tolid. It may be contended, rather, that thi5 (5omewhat minor) bard in almo5t every ca5e 5urvive5, and i5 the 5pice of life to hi5 po55e55or. Ju5tice i5 not done to the ver5atility and the unplumbed childi5hne55 of man'5 imagination. Hi5 life from without may 5eem but a rude mound of mud; there will be 5ome golden chamber at the heart of it, in which he dwell5 delighted; and for a5 dark a5 hi5 pathway 5eem5 to the ob5erver, he will have 5ome kind of a bull'5-eye at hi5 belt.