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 aiih Halleck's occupation weAre hot acquainted. He writes bai G dom iass and has produced nothing ct any length.--- He, too, IS free from the sin of opi4aature, and his friends look to him as one whais to exalt the character of American poetry and they have a right to demand of him that he add something substantlai to the stores of literature

 PERcIyAE--is without doubt tie most deeplyimbued with poetic feeling of anyman in this country. He has more of the luxuri- ance of imagination-the enthusiastic way wardness-the soaring heedlessness-and the glowing and georgeous diction of po- etry, than any one of our writers. He Is a man of much learning, which he inweaves witt bis poetry with fine taste and delica- cv utterly unknown tt any ether ef cur writers. He has likewise held an intimate communion with nature, and love for her and her beauties shines III all hls pages lis descriptions are rich, and have much of the splendid colorine of ietion-and his feelings are thoroughly American. It is almost impossible to find simile for Per- civaPs poetry--there Is far more of the sky lark, and at times of the thrush about 1t, than Of the eagle. He seldom scars into a stern sublimity but is continually beauti- ful, often atfect.onate, and always deiiigfht- ful. Posterity will always assign him the highest rank among American poets, and with good reason, and yet 1t will say, and truly, that he IS often times too diifnse, and that his wings flag, till his poetry resembles that of Mrs. Hemans-that he is at times too eceentric-and that his diction is some times too tame-eqaally wanting the fiery splendor of Shelly, and the wild lightning ol Byron. He sometimes seems afraid to leave beautiful idea by itself in ifs origin al simplicity. and spells it by carrying it out, and attempting to strengthen it by too great an addition of ornament. He seldom star ties us--and often fails to make tie blood thrill and the blood hurry. He is at the head of school of poetry, but there is a school higher than his.

 Pereival has written more than any poet in the country, and has probably been more read than any of his brethren. He is, ii we are not mistaken, professor in Yale College-and has of late suffered his muse to sleep. If he would prunc more, and polish with care what he pours out with ra- pidty, he would greatly enhance his fame, but he writes faster than any poetin Amer lea. and spends no time in correcting.

 NlLLls.-It has been the fortune of this writer, that he was al first o4easrsged, ana afterwards underyalned by the pablic-who angry at themselves for their want of dis cerument, took their revenge bv maI-treat- ing the innocent cause of their quarrel with themselves. While yet in college, Willis commenced writing, and immediately on graduating. he obtained much fare by his articles over the signature of RoYand Cas- S'tts. That these productions were set at too high value, there IS no doubt. His poetlcal character IS not of the highest or der, for he wants depth and sublimity.- There is none of the far-reaching power ol Byron, in him, and there is an absence of viyidness, too, which makes his writings somewhat tame. But there is pleasant, sunshining beauty in them, calm brlliance which ought to give, and will hereafter give him, an enyiable name. He has been pue- rile sometimes, in his poetry, and has some times yielded to sickly sentimentality, which his friends have been sorry for. To all this, however, his "Dying Alchemist,' and his " Parrhasiuis" are excepions-full of nerve and of vigor. He has not been regardful enough of his own farne-and displays the want of deep knowledge oI books. There is not solidity enough about his poetry-and it wants muscle. If he would study profoundly for five years, he might aim at and reach the highest point of poetic excellence. His enemies have re- fused him any credit-and yet wecould de- fv them to show us in the writings of Wordsworth, any thing more beautiful than his address to May, and to Dove on the steeple of the Old South. We have been thoroughly acquainted with his works, and speak without partiality. That he has ma- ny faults, none deny. That he has many beauties, and many of the requisites of a poet, is equally as certain.

 Mas. SIGouRNEY.-This Is one of the best of our writers. There IS a queenly dignity, mild, gentle, religious philosophy in her poetry-a simplicity, and a freedom from redundance of ornament, which makes her, in our estimation, equal if not superior to Mrs. Hemans. Mrs. Sigourney has written much and written well, and if she seldom rises very high, she never falls be- low herself. Perhaps her poetry is at times too cold, aud aims at too much stateliness, but it IS seldom the case. There IS deli cate vein of tenderness and of matronly faelinn in if. which reminds one of a Rn.