TWENTY-TWO BALLADES
... TYWENTY-TWO BALLADES.* THERE is a sufficiently hackneyed comparison of literature to a banquet spread out before the reader. Perhaps the comparison might without too much fancifulness be carried out in detail a little further, and then the English guest at the feast of his country's letters might, if he were of a grumbling turn, as guests frequently are, complain of some deficiencies. The ...