...g to a writer who has so much to tell us as Carlyle. Besides, he writes prose, and not poetry. He took up a photograph which was lying on the table and showed it to me, saying, How do you like Miss Stebbins 's Satan I told him I hardly knew how to judge of such a subject. Then we both laughed, and Mr. Longfellow said: I wonder what our artists want to make Satans for. I doubt if there is one of them ...