Burrel smiled; but there was no touch of a sneer in it. "The song from which you quote," he said, "must have been written surely under such enthusiasm as that with which you now speak. I know scarcely so spirit-stirring a composition in the English language. Indeed, all Campbell's smaller poems are full of the same _vivida vis animi_." "And yet," said Sir Sidney Delaware, "you, as well as I, must have heard fools and jolter-heads say, that Campbell is no poet, because now and then, in his longer pieces, when he gets tired of the mere mechanism, he suffers a verse or two to become tame--out of pure idleness, I have no doubt." "Those who say he is no poet, do not know what poetry is," replied Burrel, somewhat eagerly. "Scattered through every one of his poems there are beauties of the first order; and almost all of his smaller pieces stand perfectly alone in poetry. He has contrived sometimes to compress into four or five of the very shortest lines that can be produced, more than nine poets out of ten could cram into a long Spenserian stanza, with a thundering Alexandrine at the end." "Do you know Mr. Campbell personally?" asked Miss Delaware. "I do," answered Burrel, laughing; "but do not suppose my praise of him is exaggerated from personal friendship. On the contrary, I am bound, by all the laws and usages of the world in general, to hate him cordially." "Indeed! and why so?" demanded Blanche, half afraid that she had touched upon some delicate subject. "Simply because we differ on politics," answered Burrel. "Can there be a more mortal offense given or received?" "As we are speaking of poets, however," continued Miss Delaware, "I will ask you one more question, Mr. Burrel: Do you know Wordsworth?" "I am not so fortunate," answered Burrel; "for, though we should as certainly differ as we met, upon nine points out of ten, yet I should much like to know him." "Then you know and esteem his works, of course?" said Miss Delaware. "I know them well," replied Burrel; "but I do not like them so much as you do." "Nay, nay!" said Blanche Delaware. "I have said nothing in their favor. What makes you believe I admire them more than yourself?" "Simply because every body of taste must esteem them highly," replied Burrel; "and women who do esteem them will always esteem more than men can do. A woman's heart and mind, Miss Delaware, by the comparative freshness which it retains more or less through life, can appreciate the gentle, the sweet, and the simple, better than a man's; and thus, while the mightier and more majestic beauties of Wordsworth's muse affect your sex equally with ours, the softer and finer shades of feeling--the touches of artless nature and simplicity, which appear almost too weak for us, have all their full effect on you." "But if you own that, and feel that," said Blanche Delaware, "why can not you admire the same beauties!"