andnow,onemightaswellaskforthelostbooksofLivyasinquireatabookstorefor\"GaspingsforImmortality。\"
Theauthorsofthesepoemsareallroundus,menandwomen,andnoonewithafairamountofhumansympathyinhisdispositionwouldtreatthemotherwisethantenderly。Perhapstheydonotneedtendertreatment。Howdoyouknowthatposteritymaynotresuscitatetheseseeminglydeadpoems,andgivetheirauthortheimmortalityforwhichhelongedandlabored？Itisnoteverypoetwhoisatonceappreciated。Somewilltellyouthatthebestpoetsneverare。Whocansaythatyou,dearunappreciatedbrotherorsister,arenotoneofthosewhomitisleftforaftertimestodiscoveramongthewrecksofthepast,andholduptotheadmirationoftheworld？
Ihavenotthoughtitnecessarytoputinalltheinterpellations,astheFrenchcallthem,whichbrokethecourseofthissomewhatextendedseriesofremarks;butthecommentsofsomeofTheTeacupshelpedmetoshapecertainadditionalobservations,andmayseemtothereaderasofmoresignificancethanwhatIhadbeensaying。
NumberSevensawnothingbutthefollyandweaknessofthe\"rhymingcranks,\"ashecalledthem。HethoughtthefellowthatIhaddescribedasblubberingoverhisstill—bornpoemswouldhavebeenbetteroccupiedinearninghislivinginsomehonestwayorother。
Heknewonechapthatpublishedavolumeofverses,andlethiswifebringupthewoodforthefirebywhichhewaswriting。Afellowsays,\"Iamapoet！\"andhethinkshimselfdifferentfromcommonfolks。Heoughttobeexcusedfrommilitaryservice。Hemightbekilled,andtheworldwouldlosetheinestimableproductsofhisgenius。\"Ibelievesomeof\'emthink,\"saidNumberSeven,\"thattheyoughtnottobecalledupontopaytheirtaxesandtheirbillsforhouseholdexpenses,liketherestofus。\"