There is one department which we admire--the editorial criticisms. Racy, pungent, and reasonable, the editor writes as one disposed to test the true elements of authorship, and to weigh pretentions with achievements in the opposite scale. He has gently, yet with almost too daring a hand, taken apart the poetical attire of two or three ladies, whose writings have long been ranked among the better specimens of American poetry. He almost dares to hint that Mrs. Sigourney has, by forcing her short scraps of poetry into half the newspapers in the land, gained a wider fame than many a better poet who may have spent a life in maturing and polishing one poem which appears to the world, as poems should, in a dignified volume. He also makes the same charge of the "_frequency_ of her appeals to the attention of the public" against Miss Gould, and institutes the following comparison between the productions of the two authors: 'The faults which we have already pointed out, and some others which we will point out hereafter, are but dust in the balance, when weighed against her (Mrs. Sigourney's) very many and distinguished excellences. Among those high qualities which give her beyond doubt, a title to the sacred name of poet, are an acute sensibility to natural loveliness--a quick and perfectly just conception of the moral and physical sublime--a calm and unostentatious vigor of thought--a mingled delicacy and strength of expression--and above all, a mind nobly and exquisitely attuned to all the gentle charities and lofty pieties of life. 'We have already pointed out the prevailing characteristics of Mrs. Sigourney. In Miss Gould, we recognize, first, a disposition, like that of Wordsworth, to seek beauty where it is not usually sought--in the _homeliness_ (if we may be permitted the word,) and in the most familiar realities of existence--secondly _abandon_ of manner--thirdly a phraseology sparkling with antithesis, yet, strange to say, perfectly simple and unaffected. 'Without Mrs. Sigourney's high reach of thought, Miss Gould surpasses her rival in the mere vehicle of thought--expression. "Words, words, words," are the true secret of her strength. _Words_ are her kingdom--and in the realm of language she rules with equal despotism and _nonchalance_. Yet we do not mean to deny her abilities of a higher order than any which a mere _logomachy_ can imply. Her powers of imagination are great, and she has a faculty of inestimable worth, when considered in relation to effect--the faculty of holding ordinary ideas in so novel, and sometimes in so fantastic a light, as to give them all the appearance, and much of the value of originality. Miss Gould will, of course, be the favorite with the multitude--Mrs. Sigourney with the few.'