were intrusted to Doctor Griswold, a gentleman with whom he had quarrelled, and had lampooned in his lectures. Doctor Griswold

in a generous spirit accepted the charge, and produced, from the papers intrusted to him, the best biography of the strange being that has been published, which was appended to the collection of his works, in four volumes, published in New York.

POEMS.

THE RAVEN.

ONCE upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious
Volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping,
Rapping at my chamber door.

""Tis some visiter I muttered,
"Tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember

It was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember
Wrought its ghost upon the floor.