ABSTRACT
Mr. Browning’s Paracelsus excited little attention. Mr. Forster, of The Examiner, praised it, Mr. Fox, of The Monthly Repository, and Heraud’s New Monthly Magazine-and there was an end of the matter. It, however, gave the poet a quiet pedestal for his future station, and he is now so proud of his young creation that he generally places it as his peculiar characteristic, and calls himself author of Paracelsus.
