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very deed and truth, like that baseless fabric and what it was; whence it proceeded, whither of Prospero's air-vision. Of the Mitre Tavern it was tending. nothing but the bare walls remain there: of Mournful, in truth, is it to behold what the London, of England, of the World, nothing but business called “ History," in these so enlightthe bare walls remain; and these also decay- ened and illuminated times, still continues to ing, (were they of adamant,) only slower. The be. Can you gather from it, read till your mysterious River of Existence rushes on: a eyes go out, any dimmest shadow of an andew Billow thereof has arrived, and lashes swer to that great question : How men lived wildly as ever round the old embankments; and had their being; were it but economically, but the former Billow with its loud, mad eddy- as what wages they got, and what they bought ings, where is it?—Where!-Now this Book with these ? Unhappily you cannot. History of Boswell's, this is precisely a Revocation of will throw no light on any such matter. Al the Edict of Destiny; so that Time shall not the point where living memory fails, it is all utterly, not so soon by several centuries, have darkness; Mr. Senior and Mr. Sadler must dominion over us. A little row of Naphtha- still debate this simplest of all elements in the lamps, with its line of Naphtha-light, burns condition of the past: Whether men were betclear and holy through the dead Night of the ter off, in their mere larders and pantries, or Past: they who are gone are still here; though were worse off than now! History, as it stands hidden they are revealed, though dead they yet all bound up in gilt volumes, is but a shade speak. There it shines, that little miraculously more instructive than the wooden volumes of lamp-lit Pathway; shedding its feebler and a Backgammon-board. How my Prime Minisfeebler twilight into the boundless dark Ob- ter was appointed is of less moment to me livion, for all that our Johnson touched has than How my House Servant was hired. In become illuminated for us : on which miracu- these days, ten ordinary Histories of Kings lous little Pathway we can still travel, and see and Courtiers were well exchanged against wonders.

the tenth part of one good History of BookIt is not speaking with exaggeration, but sellers. with strict measured sobriety, to say that this For example, I would fain know the HisBook of Boswell's will give us more real in- tory of Scotland; who can tell it me? “Rosight into the History of England during those bertson,” cry innuinerable voices ; " Robertson days than twenty other Books, falsely entitled against the world." I open Robertson; and * Histories,” which take to themselves that find there, through long ages too confused for special aim. What good is it to me though narrative, and fit only to be presented in the innumerable Smolletts and Belshams keep way of epitome and distilled essence, a cundinning in my ears that a man named George ning answer and hypothesis, not 10 this questhe Third was born and bred up, and a man tion: By whom, and by what means, when named George the Second died; that Walpole, and how, was this fair broad Scotland, with and the Pelhams, and Chatham, and Rocking- its Arts and Manufactures, Temples, Schools, ham, and Shelburne, and North, with their Institutions, Poetry, Spirit, National CharacCoalition or their Separation Ministries, all ter, created and made arable, verdant, pecuousted one another; and vehemently scrambled liar, great, here as I can see some fair section for the thing they called the Rudder of Go- of it lying, kind and strong, (like some Bacvernment, but which was in reality the Spigot chus-tamed Lion,) from the Castle-hill of Edinof Taxation ?” That debates were held, and burgh ?—but to this other question : How did infinite jarring and jargoning took place; and the King keep himself alive in these old days; road-bills and enclosure-bills, and game-bills and restrain so many Butcher-Barons and and India-bills, and Laws which no man can ravenous Henchmen from utterly extirpating number, which happily few men needed to one another, so that killing went on in some trouble their heads with beyond the passing sort of moderation ? In the one little Letter moment, were enacted, and printed by the of Æneas Sylvius, from old Scotland, there is King's Stationer? That he who sat in Chan- more of History than in all this.-At length, cery, and rayed out speculation from the however, we come to a luminous age, interestWoolsack, was now a man that squinted, now ing enough; to the age of the Reformation. a man that did not squint? To the hungry All Scotland is awakened to a second higher and thirsty mind all this avails next to nothing. life: the Spirit of the highest stirs in every These men and these things, we indeed know, bosom, agitates every bosom ; Scotland is did swim, by strength or by specific levity, (as convulsed, fermenti struggling to body apples or as horse-dung,) on the top of the itself forth' anew. To the herdsman among current : but is it by painfully noting the his cattle in remote woods; to the craftsman, courses, eddyings, and bobbings hither and in his rude, heath-thatched workshop, among thither of such drift-articles, that you will un- his rude guild-brethren ; to the great and to fold to me the nature of the current itself; of the little, a new light has arisen: in town and that mighty-rolling, loud-roaring, Life-current, hamlet groups are gathered, with eloquent boutomless as the foundations of the Universe, looks, and governed or ungovernable tongues; mysterious as its Author ? The thing I want the great and the little go forth together to do to see is not Redbook Lists, and Court Calen- battle for the Lord against the mighty. We dars, and Parliamentary Registers, but the ask, with breathless eagerness : How was it; LIFE OF Max in England: what men did, how went it on ? Let us understand it, let us thought, suffered, enjoyed; the form, especially see it, and know it!—In reply, is handed us a the spirit, of their terrestrial existence, its oui- really graceful, and most dainty little Seanda. ward environment, its inward principle; how lous Chronicle (as for some Journal of Fash.


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ion) of two persons: Mary Stuart, a Beauty, insincere speech with which the thought of manbut over lightheaded; and Henry Darnley, a kind is well nigh drowned,- were it other than Booby, who had fine legs. How these first the most indubitable benefit? He who speaks courted, billed and cooed, according to nature; honestly cares not, needs not care, though his then pouted, fretted, grew utterly enraged, and words be preserved to remotest time: for him blew one another up with gunpowder : this, who speaks dishonestly, the fittest of all punishand not the History of Scotland, is what we ments seems to be this same, which ihe na. goodnaturedly read. Nay, by other hands, ture of the case provides. The di honest something like a horseload of other Books speaker, not he only who purposely ulters have been written to prove that it was the falsehoods, but he who does vot purposely, Beauty who blew up the Booby, and that it was and with sincere heari, ulter Truth, and Truth not she. Who or what it was, the thing once alone; who babbles he knows not what, and for all being so effectually done, concerns us has clapped no bridle on his longue, bui lets it little. To know Scotland, at that great epoch, run racket, ejecting chailer and fuulisi-is were a valuable increase of knowledge: to among the most indubitable malefactors imi:know poor Darnley and see him with burning red, or inserted, in the Criminal Calendar. candle, from centre to skin, were no increase To him that will well consider ii, idle -peakof knowledge at all.—Thus is History written. ing is precisely the beginning of all Hollow

Hence, indeed, comes it that History, which ness, Halfness, Infidelity, (want of Faithful. should be “the essence of innumerable Bio- ness ;) the genial atmosphere in which rank graphies,” will tell us, question it as we like, weeds of every kind attain the mastery over less than one genuine Biography may do, noble fruits in man's life, and utterly choke

pleasantly and of its own accord! The time them out: one of the most crying maladies is approaching when History will be attempted of these days, and to be testified against, and on quite other principles; when the Court, the in all ways io the ultermost withstood. Wise, Senate, and Battle-field, receding more and of a wisdom far beyond our shallow depth, more into the background, the Temple, the was that old precept: Hillch try ton:ue : out Workshop, and Social Hearth, will advance of it are the issues of Life! “ Man is properly more and more into the foreground; and His- an incarnated word " the word that he speaks is tory will not content itself with shaping some the man himself. Were eyes put into our answer to that question : How are men taxed head, that we might see; or only that we might and kept quiet then? but will seek to answer fancy, and plausibly pretend, we had sen? this other infinitely wider and higher question: Was the longue suspended there, that it might How and what were men then ? Not our Go- tell truly what we had seen, and make man vernment only, or the “ House wherein our life the soul's brother of man; or only that it was led," but the Life itself we led there, will might yller vain sounds, jargon, soul-confus. be inquired into. Of which latter it may be ing, and so dicirle man, as by enchanted walls found that Government, in any modern sense of Darkness, from union with man! Thou of the word, is after all but a secondary con- who wearest that cunning, Heaven-made ordition : in the mere sense of Taration and gan, a Tongue, think well of this. Speak not, Keeping quiet, a small, almost a pitiful one. I passionately entreal thee, till thy thougbt Meanwhile let us welcome such Boswells, have silently matured itself, till ihon have each in his degree, as bring us any genuine other than mad and mad-making noises to contribution, were it never so inadequate, so emit: hold thy tongue (thou ha-it a-boiding) incon derable.

will some meaning lie behind, to sel it wagging. An exception was early taken against this Consider the significance of SILENCE: it is Life of Johnson, and all similar enterprises, boundless, never by medi'ating to be exhaustwhich we here recommend; and has been ed; unspeakably profitable lo thee! Cease transmitted from critic to critic, and repeated that chaotic hubbub, wherein thy own soul in their several dialects, uninterruptedly, ever runs to waste, to confused suicidal dislocation since: That such jortings down of careless and stupor: out of Silence comes thy strength. conversation are an infringement of social “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden; Speech privacy; a crime against our highest Free- is human, Silence is divine.” Fool! thinkest dom, the Freedom of man's intercourse with thou that because no Boswell is ibere with man. To this accusation, which we have ass-skin and black-lead to note ihy jargon, it read and heard oftener than enough, might it therefore dies and is harmless ? Nothing dies, not be well for once to offer the flattest con- nothing can die. No idlest kord thou speak. tradiction, and plea of Not at all guilly? Not est bui is a seed cast into Time, and grows that conversation is noted down, but that con- through all Eternity! The Recording Angel, versation should not deserve noting down, is consider it well, is no ļable, but the truest of the evil. Doubtless, if conversation be falsely truths: the paper tablets thou canst burn; of recorded, then is it simply a Lie; and worthy the “iron leaf” there is no burning.–Truly, of being swept, with all despatch, to the Fa- if we can permit God Almighty to note down iher of Lies. But if, on the other hand, con- our conversation, thinking it good enough for versation can be authentically recorded, and Him,-any poor Boswell need not scruple to any one is ready for the task, let him by all work his will of it. means proceed with it; let conversation be kept in remembrance to the latest date possi. Leaving now this our English Odyssey, with ble. Nay, should the consciousness that a its Singer and Scholiast, let us come to the man may be among us “ taking notes” tend, Ulysses; that great Samuel Johnson himsell, 1Q any measure, to restrict those floods of idle the far-experienced, “much-enduring man,"

whose labours and pilgrimage are here sung. tures lie: solely when the sweet grass is beo A full-length image of his Existence has been tween our teeth, we know it, and chew it; also preserved for us: and he, perhaps of all living when grass is bitter and scant, we know it,Englishmen, was the one who best deserved and bleat and butt: these last two facis we that honour. For if it is true and now almost know of a truth, and in very deed.--This do proverbial, that “the Life of the lowest mortal, Men and Sheep play their parts on this Nether if faithfully recorded, would be interesting to Earth; wandering restlessly in large masses, the bighest;" how much more when the mor. they know not whither; for mosi pari, cach tal in question was already distinguished in following his neighbour, and his own nose. fortune and natural quality, so that his think- Neveriheless, not always; look belter, you ings and doings were not significant of himself / shall find certain that do, in some small deonly, bul of large masses of mankind! “There gree, know whither. Sheep have their Bello is not a man whom I meet on the streets,” says wether; some ram of the folds, endued with one, “but I could like, were it otherwise con- more valour, with clearer vision than other venient, to know his Biography:" neverthe sheep; he leads them through the wolds, by less, could an enlightened curiosity be so far height and hollow, to the woods and water. gratified, it must be owned the Biography of courses, for covert or for pleasant provender; most ought to be, in an extreme degree, sum- courageously marching, and if need be, leapmary. In this world, there is so wonderfully ing, and with hoof and horn doing battle, in little self-subsistence among men; next to no the van: him they courageously, and with asoriginality, (though never absolutely none :) sured heart, follow. Touching it is, as every one Life is too servilely the copy of another;, herdsman will inform you, with what chival. and so in whole thousands of them you find rous devotedness these woolly Hosts adhere to little that is properly new; nothing but the old their Wether; and rush after him, through song sung by a new voice, with better or good report and through bad report, were it worse execution, here and there an ornamen- into safe shelters and green thymy nooks, or tal quaver, and false notes enough: but the into asphaltic lakes and the jaws of devouring fundamental tune is ever the same; and for lions. Ever also must we recall that fact the words, these, all that they meant stands which we owe Jean Paul's quick eye: “If you written generally on the Churchyard stone: hold a stick before the Wether, so that he, by Na:us sum: esuriebam, quærebam ; nunc repletus necessity, leaps in passing you, and ihen with. requiesco. Mankind sail their Life-voyage in draw your stick, the Flock will nevertheless huge fleets, following some single whale-fish- all leap as he did; and the thousandth sheep ing or herring-fishing Commodore: the logo shall be found impetuously vaulting over air, book of each differs not, in essential purport, as the first did over an otherwise impassable from that of any other; nay the most have no barrier.” Reader, wouldst thou understand legible log-book (reflection, observation not Society, ponder well those ovine proceedings; being among their talents ;) keep no reckon- thou wilt find them all curiously significant. ing, only keep in sight of the flagship,—and fish. Now if sheep always, how much more must Read the Commodore's Papers, (know his Life;) men always, have their Chief, their Guide! and even your lover of that street Biography Man, too, is by nature quite thoroughly gregawill have learned the most of what he sought rious : nay, ever he struggles to be something after.

more, to be social; not even when Society has Or, the servile imitancy, and yet also a nobler become impossible, does that deep-seated tenrelationship and mysterious union to one dency and effort forsake him. Man, as if by another which lies in such imitancy, of Man- miraculous magic, imparts his Thoughts, his kind might be illustrated under the different Mood of mind to man; an unspeakable com. figure (itself nowise original) of a Flock of munion binds all past, present, and future men Sheep. Sheep go in flocks for three reasons: into one indissoluble whole, almost into one First, because they are of a gregarious temper, living individual. Of which high, mysterious and love to be together: Secondly, because of Truth, this disposition to imitate, to lead and their cowardice; they are afraid to be left be led, this impossibility not to imitate, is the alone : Thirdly, because the common run of most constant, and one of the simplest mani them are dull of sight, to a proverb, and can festations. To “imitate !" which of us all can have no choice in roads; sheep can in fact sec measure the significance that lies in that ono nothing; in a celestial Luminary, and a scour- word? By virtue of which the infant Man, ed pewter Tankard, would discern only that born at Woolsthorpe, grows up not to be a both dazzled them, and were of unspeakable hairy Savage, and chewer of Acorns, but an glory. How like their fellow-creatures of the Isaac Newton, and Discoverer of Solar Sys. human species! Men, too, as was from the tems!—Thus both in a celestial and terrestrial first maintained here, are gregarious: then sense, are we a Flock, such as there is no surely faint-hearted enough, trembling to be other: nay, looking away from the base and jest by themselves: above all, dull-sighted, ludicrous in the sublime and sacred side of the down to the verge of utier blindness. Thus matter, (since in every matter there are two are we seen ever running in torrents, and sides,) have not we also a SHEPHERD, “if we mobs, if we run at all; and after what foolish will but hear his voice?" of those stupid scoured Tankards, mistaking them for Suns! inultitudes there is no one but has an immor Foolish Turnip-lanterns likewise, to all ap- cal Soul within him; a reflex, and living imago pearance supernatural, keep whole nations of God's whole Universe: strangely, from its quaking, their hair on end. Neither know dim environment, the light of the Highest we, excepi by blind hal.it, where the good pas- I looks through bim; for which reason, indeed, it is that we claim a brotherhood with him, the noblest of earthly tasks, that of Priesthood, and so love to know his History, and come and Guidance of mankind; by destiny, more. into clearer and clearer union with all that he over, he was appointed to this task, and did feels, and says, and does.

actually, according to strength, fulfil the same: However, the chief thing to be noted was so that always the question, How; in what this : Amid those dull millions, who, as a dull spirit ; under what shape? remains for us to be ilock, roll hither and thither, whithersoever they asked and answered concerning him. For as are led, and seem all sightless and slavish, ac- the highest Gospel was a Biography, so is the complishing, attempting little save what the Life of every good man still an indubitable animal instinct (in its somewhat higher kind) Gospel, and preaches to the eye and heart and might teach, (to keep themselves and their whole man, that Devils even must believe and young ones alive,)—are scattered here and tremble, these gladdest tidings: “Man is there superior natures, whose eye is not desti- heaven-born; not the thrall of Circumstances, tute of free vision, nor their heart of free voli- of Necessity, but the victorious subduer tion. These latter, therefore, examine and thereof: behold how he can become the determine, not what others do, but what it is · Announcer of himself and of his Freedom;' right to do; towards which, and which only, and is ever what the Thinker has named bim, will they, with such force as is given them, the Messias of Nature !'”—Yes, Reader, all resolutely endeavour: for if the Machine, this that thou hast so often heard about "force living or inanimate, is merely fed, or desires of circumstances,” “the creature of the time," to be fed, and so works; the Person can will,“ balancing of motives," and who knows what and so do. These are properly our Men, our melancholy stuff to the like purport, wherein Great Men; the guides of the dull host,—which thou, as in a nightmare Dream, sittest paralyz. follows them as by an irrevocable decree. ed, and hast no force left,—was in very truth, They are the chosen of the world: they had if Johnson and waking men are to be credited, this rare faculty not only of “supposing" and little other than a hag-ridden vision of death. " inclining to think,” but of knowing and believ- sleep: some half-fact, more fatal at times than ing; the nature of their being was, that they a whole falsehood. Shake i off; awake; up lived not by Hearsay but by clear Vision; and be doing, even as it is given thee! while others hovered and swam along, in the The Contradiction which yawns wide enough grand Vanity-fair of the World, blinded by the in every Life, which it is the meaning and task mere “Shows of things," these saw into the of Life to reconcile, was in Johnson's wider Things themselves, and could walk as men than in most. Seldom, for any man, has the having an eternal load-star, and with their feet contrast between the ethereal heaven ward side on sure paths. Thus was there a Reality in of things, and the dark sordid earthward, been their existence; something of a perennial more glaring: whether we look at Nature's character; in virtue of which indeed it is that work with him or Fortune's, from first to last, the memory of them is perennial. Whoso heterogeneity, as of sunbeams and miry clay, belongs only to his own age, and reverences is on all hands manifest. Whereby indeed, only its gilt Popinjays or soot-smeared Mum- only this was declared, That much Life had bojumbos, must needs die with it: though he been given him; many things to triumph over, have been crowned seven times in the Capitol, a great work to do. Happily also he did it; or seventy and seven times, and Rumour have better than the most. blown his praises to all the four winds, deafen- Nature had given him a high, keen-visioned, ing every ear therewith,—it avails not; there almost poetic soul; yet withal imprisoned it in was nothing universal, nothing eternal in him; an ineri, unsightly body: he that could never he must fade away, even as the Popinjay- rest had not limbs that would move with him, gildings and Scarecrow-apparel, which he but only roll and waddle: the inward eye, all. could not see through. The great man does, penetrating, all embracing, must look through in good truth, belong to his own age; nay, bodily windows that were dim, half-blinded; more so than any other man; being properly he so loved men, and “never once suw the the synopsis and epitome of such age with its human face divine !” Not less did he prize the interests and influences : but belongs likewise love of men; he was eminently social; the to all ages, otherwise he is not great. What approbation of his fellows was dear to him, was transitory in him passes away; and an " valuable,” as he owned, “if from the meanest immortal part remains, the significance of of human beings:" yet the first impression he which is in strict speech inexhaustible, -as produced on every man was to be cde of averthat of every real object is. Aloft, conspicuous, sion, almost of disgust. By Nature it was on his enduring basis, he stands there, serene, farther ordered that the imperious Johnson unaltering; silently addresses to every new should be born poor: the ruler-soul, strong in generation a new lesson and monition.' Well its native royalty, generous, uncontrollable, is his Life worth writing, worth interpreting; like the lion of the woods, was to be housed, and ever, in the new dialect of new times, of then, in such a dwelling-place: of Distigurere-writing and re-interpreting.

ment, Disease, and lastly of a Poverty which Of such chosen men was Samuel Johnson: itself made him the servant of servants. Thus not ranking among the highest, or even the was the born King likewise a born Slave: the high, yet distinctly admitted into that sacred divine spirit of Music must awake imprisoned band; whose existence was no idle Dream, amid dull-croaking universal Discords; the but a Reality which he transacted awake; no- Ariel finds himself encased in the coarse hulls wise a Clothes-horse and Patent Digester, but of a Caliban. So is it more or less, we know, a genuine Man. By nature he was gifted for (and thou, O Reader, knowest and feelest even now,) with all men : yet with the fewest men felt that little spectacle of mischievous schoolin any such degree as with Johnson.

boys to be a great one. For us, who look back Fortune, moreover, which had so managed on it, and what followed it, now from afar, there his first appearance in the world, lets not her arise questions enough: How looked these hand lie idle, or turn the other way, but works urchins? What jackets and galligaskins h: . unweariedly in the same spirit, while he is they; felt headgear, or of dogskin leather? What journeying through the world. What such a was old Lichfield doing then; what thinking? mind, stamped of Nature's noblest metal, -and so on, through the whole series of Cor. though in so ungainly a die, was specially poral Trim's “auxiliary verbs.” A picture of and best of all fitted for, might still be a ques- it all fashions itself together ;-only unhappily tion. To none of the world's few Incorporated we have no brush, and no fingers. Guilds could he have adjusted himself without Boyhood is now past; the ferula of Pedadifficuity, without distortion; in none been a gogue waves harmless, in the distance: Sam. Guild-Brother well at ease. Perhaps, if we uel has struggled up to uncouth bulk and look to the strictly practical nature of his youthhood, wrestling with Disease and Pov'aculty, to the strength, decision, method that erty, all the way; which iwo continue still his manifests itself in him, we may say that his companions. At College we see little of bim: calling was rather towards Active than Specu- yet thus much, that things went not well. A lative life; that as Statesman, (in the higher, rugged wild-man of the desert, awakened to Qow obsolete sense,) Lawgiver, Ruler: in the feeling of himself ; proud as the proudest, short, as Doer of the Work, he had shone even poor as the poorest : stoically shut up, silently more than as Speaker of the Word. His hon- enduring the incurable : whai a world of blackesty of heart, his courageous temper, the value est gloom, with sun-gleams, and pale, tearful be set on things outward and material, might moon-gleams, and Aickerings of a celestial and have made him a King among Kings. Had an infernal splendour, was this that now opened the golden age of those new French Prophets, for him! But the weather is wintry; and the when it shall be : A chacun selon sa capacité; à toes of the man are looking through his shoes. chaque capacité selon ses auvres, but arrived ! In His muddy features grow of a purple and seadeed even in our brazen and Birmingham-lacker green colour; a flood of black indignation age, he himself regretted that he had not be- mantling beneath. A truculent, raw-boned come a Lawyer, and risen to be Chancellor, figure! Meat he has probably little; hope he which he might well have done. However, it has less; his feet, as we said, have come into was otherwise appointed. To no man does brotherhood with the cold mire. Fortune throw open all the kingdoms of this “Shall I be particular,” inquires Sir John world, and say: It is thine; choose where thou Hawkins, “and relate a circumstance of his wilt dwell! To the most she opens hardly the distress, that cannot be imputed to him as an small 3st cranny or doghutch, and says, not effect of his own extravagance or irregularity, without asperity: There, that is thine whilst and consequently reflects no disgrace on his Thou canst keep it: nestle thyself there, and memory? He had scarce any change of raibless Heaven! Alas, men must fit themselves ment, and, in a short time after Corbet left him, into many things : some forty years ago, for but one pair of shoes, and those so old that his instance, the noblest and ablest man in all the feel were seen through them: a gentleman of British lands might be seen not swaying the his college, the father of an eminent clergyroyal sceptre, or the pontiff's censer, on the man now living, directed a servitor one mornpinnacle of the World, but gauging ale-tubs in ing to place a new pair at the door of Johnson's the little burgh of Dumfries! Johnson came a chamber; who seeing them upon his first little nearer the mark than Burns: but with going out, so far forgot himself and the spirit him too, “Strength was mournfully denied its which must have actuated his unknown bene. arena ;" he too had to fight Fortune at strange factor, that, with all the indignation of an in. odds, all his life long.

sulted man, he threw them away." Johnson's disposition for royalty, (had the How exceedingly surprising !-The Rev. Dr. Pates so ordered it,) is well seen in early boy. Hall remarks : “ As far as we can judge from hood. “ His favourites,” says Boswell, “ used a cursory view of the weekly account in the to receive very liberal assistance from him ; buttery books, Johnson appears to have lived and such was the submission and deference as well as other commoners and scholars." with which he was treated, that three of the Alas! such “cursory view of the buttery boys, of whom Mr. Hector was sometimes one, books,” now from the safe distance of a con. used to come in the morning as his humble tury, in the safe chair of a College Mastership, attendants, and carry him to school. One in is one thing; the continual view of the empiy the middle stooped, while he sat upon his back, (or locked) buttery itself was quite a different and one on each side supported him; and thus thing. But hear our Knight, how he farther was he borne triumphant.” The purtly, sand- discourses. “Johnson,” quoth Sir John,“could blind lubber and blubber, with his open mouth not at this early period of his life divest himand his face of bruised honeycomb: yet al- self of an idea that poverty was disgraceful; ready dominant, imperial, and irresistible! Not and was very severe in his censures of that in the “ King's chair” (of human arms) as we economy in both our Universities, which ex. see, do his three satellites carry him along: acted at meals the attendance of poor scholars, rather on the Tyrant's-saddle, the back of his under the several denominations of Servitors fellow-creature, must he ride prosperous !- in the one and Sizers in the other: he thought The child is father of the man. He who had that the Scholar's, like the Christian life, le. seen fifov vears into coming Time, would have velled all distinctions of rank and worldly pre.

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