ABSTRACT
The good people who heard Edgar Allan Poe deliver what he called a ‘poem’, though not a di-dac-tic one, before the Boston Lyceum, will doubtless be gratified to see the volume under notice. The identical and wonderful composition to which we have alluded, is included in the ‘other poems’ of the collection. We have read it carefully through, but we do not understand it any better than when we heard it delivered from the honored lips of the author, we have nothing to say about it in particular.
