We are apt to treat poets (when we condescend to treat them at all) as over-masculine papas do babies; and Monckton Milnes was accused of only touching his in order to poke out its eyes, for instance.

Why not put this new poet in a public library?
There are such situations even among us, and something of the kind was done for Patmore.

The very judgment Tennyson gave of him, _in the very words_, we had given here--'fancy, not imagination.' Also, imagery in excess; thought in deficiency.

Still, the new poet is a true poet, and the defects obvious in him may be summed up in _youth_ simply.

Let us wait and see.