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length they begin to claim for their defects, not only pardon, but admiration. Hence they get to cherish a species of feeling which, if not checked, terminates in excessive selfishness; they learn to produce their inability to bear contradiction as a proof of their tenderness; and to indulge in that sort of irritability, in all that relates to themselves, which inevitably leads to the utter exclusion of all interest in the sufferings of others. Instead of exercising their sensibility in the wholesome duty of relieving distress and visiting scenes of sorrow, that sensibility itself is pleaded as a reason for their not being able to endure sights of woe, and for shunning the distress it should be exerted in removing. That exquisite sense of feeling, which God implanted in the heart as a stimulus to quicken us in relieving the miseries of others, is thus introverted, and learns to consider self, not as the agent, but the object of compassion. Tenderness is made an excuse for being hardhearted; and instead of drying the weeping eyes of others, this false delicacy reserves its selfish and ready tears for the more elegant and less expensive sorrows of the melting novel or the pathetic tragedy.-227.

THE beauty of simplicity is indeed so intimately felt and generally acknowledged by all who have a true taste for personal, moral, or intellectual beauty, that women of the deepest artifice often find their account in assuming an exterior the most foreign to their character, and by affecting the most studied naïveté. It is curious to see the quantity of art some people put in practice in order to appear natural, and the deep design which is set at work to exhibit simplicity. And indeed this feigned simplicity is the most mischievous, because the most engaging, of all the Proteus forms which dissimulation can put on. For the most free and bold sentiments have been sometimes hazarded with fatal success under this unsuspected mask; and an innocent, quiet, indolent, artless manner has been adopted as the most refined and successful accompaniment of sentiments, ideas, and designs, neither artless, quiet, nor innocent.-232.

CHRISTIANITY is neither a table of ethics, nor a system of opinions, nor a bundle of rods to punish, nor an exhibition of rewards to allure, nor a scheme of restraints, nor merely a code of laws; but it is a new principle infused into the heart by the Word and the Sprit of God, out of which principle will inevitably grow right opinions, renewed affections, correct morals, pure desires, heavenly tempers, and holy habits, with an invariable desire of pleasing God, and a con

stant fear of offending Him. The New Testament is not a mere statute-book: it is not a table where every offence is detailed, and its corresponding penalty annexed: it is not so much a compilation as a spirit of laws: it does not so much prohibit every individual wrong practice, as suggest a temper and implant a general principle with which every wrong prac tice is incompatible.-263.

AFTER all we can do, Christian tempers and a Christian spirit are perhaps the true criterion of a Christian character, and serve to furnish the most unequivocal test of our attainments in religion. Our doctrines may be sound, but they may not be influential; our actions may be correct, but they may want the sanctifying principle; our frames and feelings may seem, nay, they may be, devout, but they may be heightened by mere animal fervour; even if genuine they are seldom lasting, and to many pious persons they are not given: but it is the Christian tempers which most infallibly indicate the sincere Christian, and best prepare him for the heavenly state.-288.

OLD persons who have seen much of the world, and who have little religion, are apt to be strong in their belief of man's actual corruption; but, not taking it up on Christian grounds, this belief in them shows itself in a narrow and malignant temper, in uncharitable judgment and harsh opinions, in individual suspicion, and in too general a disposition to hatred.— 397.

THE painter has wisely consigned to the background a display of gluttony, which, while it completes the character of the picture ("The Rent Day "), would be repulsive but for the still broader humour which he has thrown over it. Around a well-spread table a few of the tenants who have paid their rents are making the most of an opportunity that comes but once a year, as though, by their desperate efforts, they could recover some portion of the money they had reluctantly parted with, or were determined to take away with them as large a discount as possible. A jovial butler, well amused at their voracity, is drawing corks with all his might to keep pace with the drought of the party. There is a dogged seriousness about their half-choking visages which is intensely ludicrous, and which absorbs, so to speak, all the grossness of the exhibition. -The Wilkie Gallery, 21.

To A young man new from the country, especially, nothing can be more trying than the presenting a "letter of introduction." His steps, so firm on his native fields, become timid as he approaches the town mansion. His awkward knock at the

door betrays the novice; he quails at the searching, supercilious stare of the footman; and all remaining heart ebbs out at his finger's ends as he approaches the dreaded sanctum of the great personage himself. Still he summons courage to present the letter; and here he stands, with all the self-possession he can muster, as Wilkie stood, and as Thomson stood before him. He has donned his best, and is sedulously neat; his shoes are well-blacked; his stick, hat, and gloves are all irreproachable; but he has withal an inveterately provincial look. He may be known at a glance for a recent arrival; the very dog smells country air about him. From his uneasy attitude, his downcast look, and an expression in which embarrassment and chagrin at the evident coolness of his reception struggle with manly pride, it would seem that nothing in the world could be so unpleasant as to be the deliverer of a letter of introduction, unless, indeed, to be the recipient of one. In this latter category is the selfish old man before us, who has evidently a natural horror of everything that may intrude upon his time and ease, or tax his very limited stock of compulsory generosity. From his embroidered chair, his ancient cabinet busts, china jars, and Etruscan vases, we conjecture him to be a fastidious, narrow-minded virtuoso; possibly enough, some one whom the painter himself may have known; for such an expression, so bitterly rich as that written on the old man's face, he would not have have failed to remember and to treasure up. Vexation is written on his whole figure and face; his mouth is verjuice-lipped; his feet are pettishly drawn together; his hand is about reluctantly and mechanically to break the seal; and, as he shrinks to the further side of his easy chair, he steals a glance of mingled malediction and scrutiny at the offender, ere he measures forth the precise modicum of civility necessary to get decently rid of him. Of all this the young man is painfully conscious. We see him dismissed with cold or formal delusive promises and plausible smiles; we see his burning cheek, and enter into his sinking of the heart as the door closes behind him, of which he will never again, in all probability, cross the threshold. The painter has finely contrasted the ruddy, open countenance of simple, trusting youth, with the cold, scrutinising physiognomy of an experienced, suspicious worldling. This is a picture in which there is more than meets the eye. There is youth full of hope, side by side with age chilled into selfishness. What a gulf appears between! And yet how often does the former end sadly in the latter! How do the experiences of years blunt the fine feelings, till age may

well weep, less for what time takes away than for what he leaves behind!-32.

A SINGULAR and half-dreamy sensation is that of first riding a camel; the very opposite to that quickening of the pulse which comes to us on horseback. Your seat on a broad pile of carpets is so easy and indolent, the pace of the animal so equal and quiet; instead of the noisy clatter of hoofs, you scarcely hear the measured and monotonous impress of the broad soft foot on the yielding sand; the air fans you so lazily as you move along; from your lofty post your view over the desert is so widely extended; the quiet is so intense; that you fall by degrees into a state of pleasurable reverie, mingling early ideas of the East with their almost fanciful realisation. And thus the hours pass away till a sense of physical uneasiness begins to predominate, and at length becomes quite absorbing. It now appears that the chief and only art in camelriding lies in the nice poising and management of the vertebral column, which seems to refuse its office, though you sustain its failing functions by a desperate tightening of the belt. To sit quite upright for a length of time is difficult, on account of your extended legs: you throw your weight alternately to the right or left, lean dangerously forward on the pommel, sit sideways, or lounge desperately backwards-all in vain. To lose your sense of weariness, you seek to urge the animal to a trot; but a few such experiments suffice fatigue is better than downright dislocation; and you resign yourself perforce to the horrible see-saw and provoking tranquillity of your weary pace, till the sun's decline enables you to descend and walk over the shining gravel.

Ir is time that I should close. Already, I fear, I have dwelt with something like an old man's prolixity on passages of my youth, forgetting that no one can take the same interest in them which I do myself: that deep personal interest must, however, be my excuse. Whoever sets a right value on the events of his life, for good or for evil, will agree that, next in importance to the rectitude of his own course and the selection of his partner for life, and far beyond all the wealth or honours which may reward his labour-far even beyond the unspeakable gift of bodily health-are the friendships which he forms in youth. That is the season when natures soft and pliant grow together, each becoming part of the other, and coloured by it. Thus to become one in heart with the good, and generous, and devout, is, by God's grace, to become in measure good, and generous, and devout. Arnold's friendship has been

one of the many blessings of my life. I cherish the memory of it with mournful gratitude; and I cannot but dwell with lingering fondness on the scene and the period which first brought us together. Within the peaceful walls of Corpus I made friends, of whom all are spared me but Arnold: he has fallen asleep; but the bond there formed, which the lapse of years and our different walks in life did not unloosen, and which strong opposition of opinions only rendered more intimate-though interrupted in time, I feel not to be brokenmay I venture, without unseasonable solemnity, to express the firm trust that it will endure for ever in eternity? Believe me, my dear Stanley, very truly yours, J. T. C.”—Stanley's Life of Arnold. (Letter from Mr. Justice Coleridge), 18.

IN his solemn and emphatic expressions on subjects expressly religious; in his manner of awful reverence when speaking of God or of the Scriptures; in his power of realising the operation of something more than human, whether in his abhorrence of evil or in his admiration of goodness; the impression on those who heard him was often as though he knew what others only believed, as though he had seen what others only talked about.-Stanley, 23.

HIS general view of his work as a private tutor is best given in his own words in 1831, to a friend who was about to engage in a similar occupation. "I know it has a bad name; but my wife and I always happened to be fond of it, and if I were to leave Rugby for no demerit of my own, I would take to it again with all the pleasure in life. I enjoyed, and do enjoy, the society of youths of seventeen or eighteen, for they are all alive in limbs and spirits at least, if not in mind, while in older persons the body and spirits often become lazy and languid without the mind gaining any vigour to compensate for it. Do not take your work as a dose, and I do not think you will find it nauseous. I should say, have your pupils a good deal with you, and be as familiar with them as you possibly can. I did this continually more and more before I left Laleham, going to bathe with them, leaping, and all other gymnastic exercises within my capacity, and sometimes sailing or rowing with them. They, I believe, always liked it, and I enjoyed it myself like a boy, and found myself constantly the better for it."-27.

In reply to a friend, in 1821, who had asked his advice in a difficult case of dealing with a pupil, "I have no doubt," he answers, "that you have acted perfectly right; for lenity is seldom to be repented of; and besides, if you should find that

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