Sinopsis

THIS is a posthumous publication, and has been given to the world, we understand, by the author’s executors, Mr John Keats, Mr Vincent Novello, andMr Benjamin Haydon. Such, at least, is the town-talk. We wish that these gentlemen had given us a short life of their deceased friend; but that, to be sure, would have been a delicate task. We have heard it whispered, that they found among his papers a quire of hot-pressed wire-wove, gilt Autobiography. Why not publish select portions of that? Neither have they given us a Face.