Such  is  the  difierence  between  preaching  and  practice.  The  London  '  Spectator*  weekly
journal,  adverting  to  this  evidence  of  Wordsworth's  real  character,  remarks,  that  '  it
raises  unpleasant  notions,  and  will  form  unwelcome  materials  for  the  immortal  bard's  In-
ture  biographer.'  It  is  a  little  amusing  to  see  the  earnestness  with  which  some  of  the
London  journalists  go  about  to  forttfy  the  *  argument'  that  the  '  lower  orders'  are  really
capable  of  feeling  and  enjoying  the  beauties  of  nature  and  of  arL  A  crowd  of  ^eofA»,  we
are  gravely  informed,*  although,' as  is  pointedly  mentioned,  'poor  and  humble  in  exterior/
while  examining  *  The  Mourners,'  a  group  of  statues  exhibited  at  Westminstei^Hall, '  were
affected  to  such  a  degree,  that  tears  coursed  down  their  rough  and  care-worn  cheeks !'  In-
deed !  Who  would  have  thought  it  possible !  •  •  •  Wx  have  already  encountered  ons  or
two  parodies  upon  Mr.  Pox's  '  Raven,'  but  have  seen  nothing  so  faithful  :o  the  original,
nor  so  well  executed  in  all  respects,  as  one  which  has  been  sent  us,  entitled  '  The  Blodb
CaL*  The  lines  purport  to  have  '  slipped  from  the  hat  of  a  wild-looking  young  man,  as  he
rushed  from  the  door  of  a  respectable  house  in  one  of  our  inland  towns.  It  only  serves  to
show  the  efiect  upon  country  minds  of  so  large  an  amount  of  '  pokerishneas'  as  was  con-
tained in  the  poem  alluded  to.'    We  subjoin  a  few  stanzas :

*  Wbxn  St  midnight  gently  dozing,  on  any  humble  coneb  reponng ,
Now  and  then  my  eyelids  closing,  in  unconscious  dreamy  tnougnt.
