Business done.—Miscellaneous.
On the Row among the Romancers.
Trust me, scribes who fight and jeer,
From yon blue heavens above us bent,
DICKENS and THACKERAY and SCOTT
Smile at the grumbling Yankee gent.
Howe'er it be, it seems to me
A Novel needs but to be good;
Romancer's more than Realist,