I have been reading Scott's Kenilworth, and think I shall prefer it, on a second reading, either to the Bride of Lammermoor or my old favorite, The Heart of Mid-Lothian. It appears to me now to be quite a fine epic. We ought to glory in such men as Scott. The Germans would; and so should we, if hatred of our neighbor were not the religion of authors, and warfare the practice of borderers. Keats is our Ariel of poetry, Scott our Prospero. The one commands, the other captivates: the one controls all the elements, the other tempers and enlivens them.