ORIGINAL Poetry.
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The land swarms with unhonorcd Poets-al-
most groans with them, as well as groans through
them. They are of all ages, yocations, and d.
veystes of geni,ls---of both sexes, and Of varlc-
gated charactcrs-rnodcsty, distrust Of their
own capacities, and an undertaking Of their
own performances being their only uniform char
acterlstics. We have several barrels of Their un-
summed illusions, which we are ashamed that we
are obliged to slight in favor of vulgar Politics
and horrid quotations Of the price ofSoap, Ashes,
&c,-but Necessity is tasscess and knoweth no
law; our Paper-makcr viii have money; and
the dealers in ship-stores and hogs carcases do
pay for newspapers, which Poets--shame that we
should say it.--are not apt to do. For such
mercenary reasons as this VIC arc compelled TO
give Poetry generally the go-by; but occasionally
genius presents himself for whom the dull and
gross practicalities are obliged to stand back
Take, for example, the following gems from
the pen of Mr.. John Jacobs, a recent immigrant
from England, who, though not man OF great
eFodltlon has been inpelled by the FIRE OF his ge-
mus to perpetrate, since he arrived here, these
sparkers.