Who, may we ask, Mr. [Charles] Knight, is the Rev. J. Moultrie? His name alone is sufficient to deter any reasonable man or woman from perusing his verses. We found so many of them, however, in the work before us, that we were compelled to read a few, and certainly a more unmusical collection of lines it has been seldom our misfortune to sleep over. They are as bad as a dose of opium.