The Spanish Gypsy

I know not whether George Eliot has any enemies, nor why she should have any; but if perchance she has, I can imagine them to have hailed the announcement of a poem from her pen as a piece of particularly good news. Now, finally, I fancy them saying, this sadly overrated author will exhibit all the weakness that is in her; now she will prove herself what we have all along affirmed her to be, —not a serene, self-directing genius of the first order, knowing her powers and respecting them, and content to leave well enough alone, but a mere showy rhetorician, possessed and prompted, not by the humble spirit of truth, but by an insatiable longing for applause.