It is a saying among farmers in the earlier part of the year, that "as the day lengthens, the cold strengthens." So it is with poets: the more the list increases, the greater the number of candidates that present themselves. There came to us, not many weeks ago, a simple son of song, John Wright by name, who had travelled all the way from Galston to Edinburgh, with little else but a manuscript poem in his pocket. His great ambition was to see the Editor of Blackwood's Magazine and the Editor of the Literary Journal; and he saw us both. He published a prospectus of his poem, which he is to bring out by subscription, and which he is to call "The Retrospect; or, Youthful Scenes." Most of his manuscripts passed through our hands.