We have not yet done with the Sago of Chelsea, and the amiable legacy that he has left the world, Mr. Froude has now published a History of the first Forty Years of that worthy's Life, in which the lively Gescriptions of his contemporaries that surprised his admirers in the 'Reminisconces' are continued with much agreeable vigour, Here are some of Carlyle's p traitures.—Coleridye: "A fat, flabby, curvated personage, at once short, rotund, and relaxed, with a watery mouth, a snully nose, a pair of strange brown timid yet curnest-looking eyes, a high tapering brow, and a great bush of grey hair. He never straightens his knee-joints. stoops with his fat, ill-shapen shoulders, and in walking he does not tread, but shovel and slide (sic.) My father would call it skluifiing."—Rogers: "An elegant, politely malignant old Indy." Hazlitt: described in an attack which the Atheneum characterises as "atrocious and mendacious." Hogg: "A little red-skinned st sack of a body, with quite the common air of an Ettrick Shepherd." Bowring: "A thin man about my height and bent at the middle into an angle of 150°, the back quite straight, with large grey eyes, a huge turn-up nose with straight nostrils to the very point, and large projecting close-shut mouth." Many of Carlyle's courteous remarks on others are due his intense vanity, and inability to tolerate any assault upon f. He calls a certain editor who had ventured to attack hima blustering bubblyjock. Not to be a fool a man must first be a Scotchman, secondly eschew "gigmanity," and thirdly, sit ab Carlyle's feet. 'The picture given' of his wife is sadder than before. "The utter want of consideration on the part of Carlyle towards his wife," says the Atheneum, "is almost beyond credence... She had frequently to descend to the) roughest work; Carlyle once sat smoking in the kitchen while she scrubbed the fiver." Two sayings recorded by Mr. Froude of this unhappy lady are pregnant with their tale of sorrow. She had been in love with Irving.
Tongues," she said once, married me." And again—I married for ition. Carlyle has exceeded all that at hopes ever imagined of him, miserable." But we have no patience with the monster of and egotism portrayed for us volumes. Mr, Serjeant Ballantin periences' are a far pleasanter subject, in spite of the badness of the writing and careless putting-together for which the Atheneum scolds him. But one breathes 'a healthier atmosphere. The author's frankness and easy good nature please the reader, and help to atone for the groat defects of arrangement and of style. "He is never egotistical; if a, it is only about trifles; and he is always willing to recognise the abilities of his contemporaries, oven when they have been his keenest opponents.""
Many of the learned Serjeant's anecdotes very entertaining, Here is one quaint little man, moat perfect assure you, tlemen,' he said of Uxbridge, they will to a jury, speak very tooth out of your mouth as you walk through the streets, J know it from experience.'"
The only remark verging on harshness refers to Thackeray "Tnover thought him an agreeable com: panion. He was very egotistical, greedy of flattery, and of criticism to a ridiculous extent, He may have possessed groat powers of conversation, but did not exhibit them upon the occasions when I had ai opportunity of judge The last time 1 saw him was about three weeks before his over an obscure Irish journal derogatory remarks about tributed them to an individual whom Tueed not name, and was into ich I confess I thought 'The Athencwn publishes the following sonnet by Philip Bourke Marston on ' Youth Nature.' It is melodious, and very Jis the very earth when T was young?
'And can this be the identical sea-song, once within the storm-clouds' awful girth, When a great storm from silence burst to birth, And winds to whom it seemed I did belong Mado the keen blood in me rou swift and strong.
With irresistible, tempestuous mirth? Are these the forests loved of old so well, is with secret things to tell my dead youth, was this inevitable, That with thy passing, Nature, too, should pass?
This paper also reviews two books on the opium-question, by Dr. Kane and Mr. W. J. Moore respectively. The Satur day is waking up. Not for a long time have we seen such a sparkling number as the one before us. There is a capitally written article on 'Perverted Sympathies,' turning into deserved contempt and ridicule the mawkish women who, forgetting the murderer's victims, send exquisite bouquets to the murderer in token of their sympathy. Advice to Young Poets," too, is excellent, Every line is fall of humour. The writer giv an amusing catalogue of the new words, and words of new meaning, which mark the latter-day bard, and concludes—addressing the Young Poet, be it understood—
Do not be fashionable.
If you find you Gnd you ha white girl, cut out the adjective. If you m have an adjective, flud a new or dit old one, But eof "brown, is Mr. Rovsetti's private property. Make little use as possible of " withal," and in oth words do not displace the usual accent, #0 as to make it rear heavily on the ultimo lable. Forswear "utter," white," wet," warm," sweet," wonderful," and gener. ally keep a keen eye on "foam," especially if it shows 0 tendency to be " blown." Distrust b," especially if conscience whispers that Mr. Mathew Arnold would have sighed ah" in this very place if he bad been working ab the came subject, Avoid metres invented or revived by Mr. Swinburne; they are many and meritorious, but you cannot well write in them with originality. As you value your reputation, do not call the waters ' wan and, if tempted to use a violet or orange sunset, try if a tomato sunset will not do just as well or better. The colour of th tomato is beautiful, and only its associate chops prevents thi table from being as ical as oranges. Try something like 'LTomato-red the sunset glowed On verdant waves cucumberine, ight, descending, indigo'd With blue the mournful vine, It you are successful, you will soon have followers enough; and indigo, cucumbers, and tomatoes will be as common in song ay roses, oranges, and daffodils, The Saturday is also amusing enough upon Resurreet of sed Wife's but opposes the legalization bitterly.
old-fashioned, narrow, Tory side of the question is hero shown in' its least alluring colours. There is not a word of argument in the article from beginning to end, and such expressions as" skulking dabblers in conoubiuaye," and "the best logic of concupiscence" are offensive without carrying weight. We have seldom road an article, above the average perhaps in literary ability, #0 weal and uncon-vineing, Among' the review of books we may mention that of Simcox's ' Beginnings of the Christian Church," It is nota favourable review, but it is good reading. 'George Selwyn and his Contemporaries,' by John Heneage Jesse, also forms the subject of an i ing chapter. 'The Spectator has a discriminatingly ap-Breciative article on Longfellow, anda spectator ish one upon 'The Restfaluess of Talk." The subj t of the ' Hatred of Religion in France' is taken up from the Protestant side in an able letter by Mr. Joseph G. Alexander. We may refer to this subject at greater length on another occasion. Here is another 'In Memoriam' on Longfellow di "Nonews tonight current telegrams, Nothing to stimulate his Isle of Shame, Or whet a sensual, jade "Only a Poet dead, across the sea, Only and yet these words, A Moisten with love-dews countless ce From earth a glory and a brightue fled, With him whose aweer songs, more than aught beside, Have bound two worlds together, Though the tide Of bate and envy often raged full str Yet were the billows melted by his song 3 Both felt, with conscious pride, they' must sing in happy unison.
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