Benjamin listened with a good deal of interest to the foregoing discussion, and he saw that, from jealousy or some other cause, Osborne was not according to Ralph the credit to which he was entitled; and so he interrupted, by saying: "You set yourself up for a critic, Osborne; but I think more of Ralph as a poet than I do of you as a critic. You are unwilling to grant that his productions have any merit at all; but I think have. Moreover, it is a good practice for him, and for all of us, to write poetry, even if it does not come quite up to Milton. It will improve us in the use of language." "Fiddlesticks! It is simply wasting time that might be spent in profitable reading; and good reading will improve the mind more than rhyming." Osborne spoke with much earnestness. "Not half so much as your empty criticisms are wasting your breath," replied Benjamin, with a smile. "But, look here, I have just thought of a good exercise that we better adopt. At our next meeting each one of us shall bring in a piece of poetry of our own composition, and we'll compare notes and criticise each other." "I should like that," responded Ralph; "it is a capital proposition. Perhaps Osborne may think it will be a waste of time and breath." "Not at all," answered Osborne; "I agree to the plan, provided the subject shall be selected now, so that all shall have fair play." "We will do that, of course," said Benjamin. "Have you a subject to suggest?" "None whatever, unless it is a paraphrase of the Eighteenth Psalm, which describes the descent of the Deity." "That is a grand subject," responded Benjamin. "What do you say to taking that, Ralph?" "I think it is an excellent subject, and I am in favor of adopting it." Thus it was understood that each one should write a poetical paraphrase of the Eighteenth Psalm for their next meeting, and, with this understanding, they separated. Just before the time of their next meeting Ralph called upon Benjamin with his paraphrase, and asked him to examine it. "I have been so busy," remarked Benjamin, "that I have not been able to write any thing, and I shall be obliged to say 'unprepared' when my turn comes to read. But I should like to read yours." Benjamin read Ralph's article over, and then reread it. "It is excellent; better than any poetry you have ever written," remarked Benjamin, when he had finished reading. "Osborne will have to praise that." "But he won't; you see if he does. Osborne never allows the least merit in any thing I write. His envy, or jealousy, or something else, hatches severe criticism, whether there is reason for it or not. He will do that with this article; see if he don't." "If he does, it will be proof that he is prejudiced against you, or is no judge of poetry," replied Benjamin.