The quantity of rhyme poured in upon us, is indeed a matter of admiration. The effusions which we consign to outer darkness monthly, are past enumeration. Such, for instance, as one containing the following lines, and which purports to be "copyed from a young ladies Album"-- Miss E---- we have oftimes met before And--we may--meet no more What shall I say at parting Many years have run their race Since first I saw your face Around this gay and giddy place Sweet smiles and blushes darting.