HISTRIONThe following by Professor Ezra Pound, of this city, wbo is spending a yearabroad, is taken from the St. James Gasette, Lbndon. ; I. r : ' •Dr. Pound is a son of the assistant assayer of the mint, Mr. Homer L. Pound.No man bath dared to write this thing '•? aa yet,And yet I know, how that the souls of ail men greatAt times pass thro’ us.And we are melted into them, and are not Sare reflections of their souls.Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Villon, bsllad-lord and thief, Or am such holy ones I may not write Lest blasphemy be writ against my name: This for an Instant and tne flame is gone.’Tis as in midmost us there glows a sphereTranslucent, molten gold, that Is the “I,” And Into this some form projects itself: Chrlstus, or John, or eke the Florentine, And as the clear space is not if a form’s Imposed thereon.So cease we from all being for the time And these, the masters of the aoul, lire on.EZRA POUND.