intellects, and they cheer hearts. They do pared to him, was a gloomy monk; Irving, not visit the sick in person ; but they send an intense maniac. In power, both were in their vicarious monthly or weekly mes probably superior, but not in that managesengers, to enliven and console the forgot- ment of power—that turning of it to practen and the solitary, the widow and the tical purposes, which doubles its momenorphan. Theirs is not the loud oracular tum and worth-and still less in that genial thunder ; but theirs is often a still small element in which his power was bathed. voice, winning a gentle and irresistible way And yet we cannot say that we grieved for into the heart of the community. If they the departure of this princely man ; we lead not always the great outward move- have felt more at the fall of an aged leaf, ments of society, they create and direct at the breaking of a hoary wave on the an under-current which is becoming even shore at the close of a summer's day-his mightier than they. And, though the pul- work was so evidently over, and his destipit be still the throne of Scotland (and ny closed. But our minds in rapid, yet long may it so continue !) yet dim must be lingering review, went over the history of the eyes which discern not that in England, his life, and the character of his mind, as and in many other countries, the Press is of one living and nowise lost. What was the real ruler, and the best way to check his meaning, and whence his power, were and wisely to regulate it is not, surely, by questions that came upon us with strange underrating those who wield its power. Let urgency? And we felt that the following it not be forgotten, too, that while clergy- words best conveyed our ideas, and constimen are by rank counted gentlemen, and tuted the epitaph we should inscribe on his therein secured against insult, and endowed tombstone. Not a great theologian, though with much influence, it is, or was, other possessed of vivid ideas on theology-not a wise with literary men ; that while the re-man of science, though widely acquainted muneration of clergymen is, generally, stat- with many branches of science-not a phied and secure, that of litterateurs is most losopher, though possessing much of the fluctuating and uncertain ; and that thus spirit of philosophy-hardly a man of gethere is the less reason for sacrificing the nius, for such a subtle idealizing faculty as claims of the one on the altar of the other, Jeremy Taylor for instance, or of great or of wondering that Government is con- poets, was not his—but one, whose high siderate enough to recognise and honor talent and energy, inflamed through the both. For our parts (and we surely may force of their own motion, and burst out speak without prejudice) we prefer the into the conflagrations of eloquence-a

Song of the Shirt,” or some of Hunt's Christian orator unequalled-one in whom little papers in the “ Indicator,” to thou- emotive sympathy with the spirit of the age sands of the sermons which every morning -with the Scottish people—with the poor sees published, and which no eve sees around him—with all that was lovely and bought or read.

of good report, was the ruling elementIn saying this, we are so far from wishing but for which, all his varied powers and to derogate from the name of Chalmers, attainments would have only rendered him that we mean to make it an opportunity a younger and less agile brother of Broughfor indicating what was, perhaps, his high- am, but which, possessed, made him the est praise—that he combined, more entirely man of a country and of an age-made him than any man of the period, the character- lead great hosts and gain great victoriesistics of the man of letters and science, and and acquire for himself a reputation as of the great preacher and divine. In this enviable and as unenvied (save by the very point, what recent name of the Christian Pariahs of party) as ever was won by uninworld can we weigh beside his, and not find spired man. it wanting? With more elegance, more We were fortunate enough - when recentacuteness, more wit, and more high wrought ly in England-to track his course in more and dazzling finish and point, Hall was yet places than one. We heard of him in the a small and narrow soul compared to Chal- parlor of the author of “Sartor Resartus” mers; he wanted his width-his warm- whom he had-uninvited, unexpected, but heartedness—his profound and generous not unwelcome-visited. They had met sympathies; and his eloquence, when print- twenty years before, and had parted mutued, looks like a taper beside a furnace--it ally estranged, if not disgusted. They met is well-trimmed, brilliant, pointed, but not recently, and parted after some hours' ina broad or consuming fire. Foster, com- 'tercourse, mutually delighted. We can fancy their meeting like that of two rivers / went from his foes. It is easy for those -one broad, rapid, clear, and sunny-the whose worst sufferings in life have been the other still, gloomy, and profound—both head-aches of excess, or the flea-bites of chanting their own song—the one a loud, village scandal, to talk contemptuously of yet irregular “ thunder psalm ;” the other the soreness of a man, who for years stood a wilder, lower, and more mystic melody. on the pillory of public opinion, and had to Two spirits more earnest-two more in es- sustain not merely the mud artillery of the sential points at one--and two more influ- base and the mean, but the fiery and orient ential over the rising minds of the age-did shafts of men of kindred genius, whom cirnot breathe. They met—they interchanged cumstances and fate had ranged as archers thoughts, like the shields of Diomede and against him, and who must have felt to those Glaucus—they parted to meet no more on bright but mis-directed missiles much as earth, for the one was bound for eternity, the struck eagle does to the dart, feathered and had only time to look in and make with her own plumage, which lays her low. peace with a kindred spirit, ere he went his The trample of Satyrs and other obscene way. We need not remind our readers, things he might have endured ; but to be that Dr. Chalmers had, in an article on patient under the tread of such demigods as “Morell's Philosophy," taken occasion to Byron, Wilson, Moore, and Lockhart, hic pass a glowing panegyricon Thomas Carlyle, labor, hoc opus fuit. Yet all this he has and that this suitably paved the way for survived, and this itself proves him postheir last meeting:

sessed of no common powers, to say the We heard of him again, in the house of least, of endurance, and we trust we may the gentleman just named, Mr. Morell, add, of forgiveness and charity too. and sat, so it chanced, in the chair, where We glory in Hunt's pension, not merely for two hours he had discussed divers grave for his sake, but for the sake of a class of and high subjects, with that accomplished men of whom he is the last living representyoung philosopher. He promised, we un- ative. Now may the injured shades of derstand, to arrange matters for getting Hazlitt, Shelley, and Keats, deem themMr. Morell to deliver a course of lectures selves in some measure appeased. These in Edinburgh during the ensuing season. all, as well as Hunt, had their errors ; they We trust that the spirited directors of the all needed counsel, and, instead of counsel, New Philosophical Institution there will do received proscription-murder-under the themselves the honor of adopting and car-judicial forms of criticism. They asked rying into effect Dr. Chalmers's generous for bread, and received a stone, not over proposal

their graves, but in their foreheads. They To return, however, to Leigh Hunt. The sought liberty to sing, and what is rarely thought of his pension suggests still more denied to the veriest ballad-singer was repleasing emotions than do the others. He fused to them ; their mouths were closed is alive, and long may he live to taste the with a shower of cinders and mud. Men bounty of his sovereign. He has long ago swore at them as blasphemers, and cursed most honorably won the prize that has them in the name of the Blessed. Hunt at last accrued to him—won it, not merely alone has lived to find the late remorse of by his literary merit; this great, as it is love, so long exhibited by the public, at (for he is already a British classic-he has length sanctioned and sealed by the signet been before the public for nearly fifty years as of power. a poet, journalist, critic, essayist, and trans- We were never more fortunate than in lator, and, apart from his polítical writings, the time when we called on this amiable and is the author of forty separate volumes), is distinguished person. He had newly reperhaps his least merit-he has won it still ceived the notice of his pension. His apmore by the consistency of his political ca- pearance fully verified what we had said of reer-by the kindliness and generosity of his him years ago. He is a grey-haired boy, nature-and by the savage injustice of the whose heart can never grow old. He retreatment that he underwent, both as a lite-ceived us with as much cordiality as if we rary man and as a politician. When some- had been old friends. He spoke, in the times disposed to think him too sensitive flurry of his heart, as if this pension would even to the criticism of his friends, and too now be to him “riches fineless," and smiled jealous of his established reputation, we when we compared him to a school-boy, always modify our judgment wben we re- who imagines that his first shilling can span member the victimization which he under-| the round of all conceivable enjoyments.

He showed us Lord John Russell's letter, it had conferred—we shall never forget our and expatiated on the delicacy and kind- emotions, and shall surely mark Thursday, ness which it discovered. He spoke, during the 24th of June, with a white stone. the short time we were with him, on various After a grasp of his hand, with which subjects, in a gay, lively, discursive style. ours was long warm, and a pat on the shoulHis conversation is a winding, wimpling, der, which said, not in English nor Latin, sparkling stream, whereas that of Carlyle, but in the natural language of all mankind, which we had listened to a few evenings Perge Puer, our friend and we left, uncerbefore, is a river of lava, red, right onward, tain which of us most to love the dear old and irresistible. Among other things about man, to whom we must now bid farewell by his friend Shelley, he mentioned that he had his full name—James Henry Leigh Hunt. translated all the works of Spinoza, and While writing the above, our attention that this translation was still extant. He has been called to a sensible paper in a rereceived us in his library, which, as usually cent Spectator on the Pension Fund. In happens, forms a true index of the man. it the writer proposes the establishment of Its shelves are radiant with the best belles- a ne and larger fund, to be administered lettres of every country and age. It is a by the sovereign, solely as the executive and room, the very sweat of which you imagine responsible officer of the nation. We fear will be poetry. Green leaves look in at its the public is not quite ripe for such a meawindow, and a divine gush of sunshine half sure. We are sure that even if it were seamed them with gold. It seemed as if adopted, the fund would still require to be in that favored room the “milder day” strictly and jealously watched. Who, pray, had begun. All things were in fine keep is to instruct the Crown in the choice of ing—the old young poet, grey hairs on his the proper objects of such a charity? Till head, but youth in his eyes and hand—the such a fund be formed—and the present shelves laden with spirit—the sunny day- certainly is scandalously limited—we call the leaves fluttering without, as if stirred again upon the public and the press to with secret and half-born delight, to be re- guard it like the apples of the Hesperides, cognised and renewed when their dream of and to see sternly to it, that none but men being blossoms into being itself—the letter of the true “ Seed-royal” be permitted to lying on the table, unconscious of the joy share its sparing and precious bounty.

From the New Monthly Mag a zine.



Anecdotes of the late Charles Mathews, the Comedian—The Poet Campbell, his Vanity as an Author

rebuked by a pious Shoemaker; Malicious Pleasantry in Ridicule of his Slowness in Composition; his Philanthropic Exertions for Human Improvement; his deep Dejection at their occasional Failure; the Picture of the Gipsy Girl; a Fit of Hypochondria ; his Library in Victoria-square; his burial in Westminster Abbey.


and “Desultory Recollections," of which Of the late Charles Mathews, the come- her store is so copious, and which none can dian, one of the most entertaining mem- narrate so pleasantly. The matchless power bers of Hill's Sydenham company, my mem- of mimicry possessed by Charles Mathews, ory retains few, if any, gleanings which far from being confined to mere vocal flexhave not already been given to the public, ibility, extended to the mind, look, and in the full and delightful Biography written manner of the original; so that the hearer by his widow. This lady, whom to know was not less surprised by his intuition into is to esteem, I am proud to reckon among character than by a copy of every external my literary acquaintance, and gladly do I manifestation so faithful and minute, that avail myself of this opportunity to waft to you seemed to behold a temporary metemher all cordial good wishes from my “loop- psychosis. He was, indeed, holes of retreat,” as well as to express a

Proteus for shape and mocking-bird for tongue. hope that she may give to the world another volume of those ? Anecdotes of Actors,"' I To possess such an unfailing source of mer

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riment is a perilous temptation to its abuse; His many bodily infirmities, and more but he was too polite and kind-hearted to especially the sad accident that lamed him give unnecessary pain to any one, and know- for life, had tended to irritate a temper ing his mirth-provoking weapon to be irre- which his extreme sensitiveness sometimes sistible, wielded it charily and considerate- rendered touchy, though his nature was ally. Properly jealous of his great conver- ways kind and genial. Among his little sational talent, in which few men exceeded prandial peculiarities was a vehement objechim, I have known him resist every solici- tion to mock-turtle soup, on account of tation to mimetic display, especially in some unwholesome ingredients with which, great houses, if he had any reason to sus- as he asserted, it was usually thickened. pect that he had been invited, like Samson, Once I met him at a party where several to make sport for the Philistine lords. So servants in succession having offered him a well was he aware that " a jest's prosperity plate of his "pet abhorrence,” he at length lies in the ear of him who hears it," that lost his patience, uttered an angry No, I an evidently uncongenial company would tell you !” and petulantly tossing up his seal his mouth for a whole evening; while elbow at the same time, upset a portion of to an audience that could appreciate and the rejected compound upon his sleeve. Next laugh heartily at his waggery, he would day 1 again encountered him at dinner, pour forth its inexhaustible stores without when he related what had occurred, exclaimsolicitation or stint.

ing, “I am delighted beyond measure that This was eminently the case at our Noc- my coat is spoiled ; I have locked it up; tes Sydenhamice., where every boon com- I wouldn't have it cleaned for twenty panion could salute his brother guest with pounds; call to-morrow, and I'll show you Hey, fellow, well met;" where all gravity the sleeve ; it stands of itself, stiff as the was prohibited; where each guest was sure arm of a statue. You wouldn't believe me to understand a joke when he heard it; when I told you, on good authority, that whither every one came with a full determi- the lawyers sold all their old parchments to nation to laugh and drown care. Small the pastry-cooks, to make some villanous was the chance of escape for the luckless stuff called glaize or gelatine, or in plain wight who presented any peculiarity which English glue, out of which they manufacMathews could seize and parody; what ture jelly, or sell it to our poisoning cooks, then must have been the predicament of who put it into their mock-turtle, 'to make our bost, who was all peculiarity ; who was the gruel thick and slab.'' considered fair game by all guests; and who " have heard of a man eating his own was thus run down, like Actæon, by his words,” said James Smith, “but if your own merry dogs ? And yet the subject of statement be true, a man may unconthis cursory notice, however prompt and sciously have eaten his own hand and voluble in general, was apt to lose his readi- deeds." ness at any unexpected encountering. On “He may, he may !” cried Mathews. my return from the continent, after an ab- “Egad, my friend, I thank you for the hint, sence of three years, I ran over to Worthing, it explains all about my confounded indiwhere he was then acting, to pay him a gestion. Doubtless I have some other man's visit, when, after the first hearty salutation will in my stomach, which renders it so inand an expression of surprise, he looked subordinate to my own will ; I myself love confused, and seemed quite at a loss what roast pork and plum-pudding, but this alien to say next. To relieve his embarrassment will, transferred from some lawyer's office I asked after our old friend of Sydenham, to my intestines, will not allow me to dithe simple mention of whose name operat- gest them. You have heard of the fellow ing as a sort of charm, he instantly mim- with a bad asthma who exclaimed, 'If once icked his voice and manner, his guttural I can get this troublesome breath out of my Pooh, pooh,” and prodigious exaggera- body, I'll take good care it shall never get tions, running on without a moment’s pause, in again ;' and I


the same of until he had given me a most amusing ac- this parchment usurper who has taken poscount of all our old fellow Symposiarchs. session of my stomach. How he got there It might have been said, without a cata- is the wonder, for years have elapsed since chresis, that he became himself again as I swallowed glue - I mean jelly or mocksoon as he had thrown himself into another; turtle.” he recovered his presence of mind by as- Grievously was he annoyed by the latesuming that of an absent party.

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demned themselves to two or three previous of papers which will contribute a portraiture dark and idle hours of intolerable ennui. much more finished and accurate than any These dark hours, indeed, constituted his that I could delineate. Another of his bèle noire, and formed the subject of his friends, Dr. William Beattie, who attended incessant complaint; nor did he fail to en- him during his last illness at Boulogne, and ter an additional protest when the long-de- who has procured for the purpose a valuable ferred meal was not punctually served. mass of documents and letters, has announ

“Nowadays," I once heard him say, "Iced his intention of publishing a regular never know at what hour I may expect to biography ; so that there is nothing left for get anything to eat; but last week I was the present writer but to pick up such informed to a minute when I could not get anecdotical strays and waifs as may, pera mouthful. While posting to Liverpool, chance, have escaped the knowledge, or where I had an appointment to attend a have been deemed hardly worth the gatherrehearsal, the sharp air made me uncom-ing, of other and more regular collectors. monly hungry, and as I perceived a decent Though few men were more competent to road-side inn, with the landlord standing discuss elevated and learned subjects, and at the door, I told the postillion to draw to convey information as well as to confer up, and called out from the window of the pleasure by his manner of treating them, chaise,

the poet, who was naturally sociable and “ Landlord, have you got anything hot hilarious, loved to unbend Apollo's bow, in the house ?'

and to indulge in the gibes, and gambols, "No, sir.'

and flashes of merriment “ that were wont "Anything cold in the house ?! to set the table in a roar." In these moods “ No, sir.'

he would freely communicate any little ad“The deuse ! what then have you got venture in which he had been concerned, in the house ?'

even though it turned the laugh of the "An execution, sir.?

auditory against himself, as was invariably “Poor fellow, sorry for you. Drive on, the case when he related the following unpostillion."

expected disappointinent of his auctorial And this reminds me of another anec- vanity. dote which—but if I run on in this manner Walking up Holborn-hill, he perceived I shall never have done, and I might un- that he had burst his boot, and as it hapconsciously be repeating stories inserted in pened that the streets were rather wet, he the delightful biography to which the reader turned into the first shop where he could has already been referred. An author's provide himself with a new pair, which was vanity, and a greybeard's license may, per- soon accomplished, when he wrote down haps, plead to excuse when I state, in con- his name and residence in an address book clusion, that on the death of this unrival- kept for that purpose, directing the old led comedian and excellent man, I was boots to be sent home to him. No sooner honoured by an application from his family had the shopkeeper read the words, “Thomas to write a poetical inscription for his tomb- Campbell, Essex Chambers, Duke-street, stone in St. Andrew's church, Plymouth ; St. James's,” than his countenance underwhich melancholy duty I performed, and went a change, and bowing with an air of gave vent to my feelings of sorrow and res- profound reverence, he said, or rather whispect in a subsequent and longer tribute to pered, as if his natural voice would not suf

ficiently express his homage,

“I beg your pardon, sir; I hope I am THE POET CAMPBELL.

not taking too great a liberty; I would not

for the world be guilty of the smallest disThe man of the highest literary eminence respect, yet may I venture to inquire among the visitors to Hill's cottage, at Sy- whether I have the honor of seeing in my denham, was indisputably the poet Camp- shop the celebrated Mr. Thomas Campbell's bell, and to him, therefore, I ought, per- "My dear friend,” said the bard, in rehaps, to have given precedence in the series lating the anecdote to me, “I have heard of sketches which I am about to attempt. so little lately of my literary reputation, In this instance, however, mine will be hard - for people have almost forgotten the Plealy a sketch, hardly an outline, since his sures of Hope, that having, as I fondly friend, Mr. Cyrus Redding, is contributing imagined, caught a new and an ardent adto the New Monthly Magazine a succession mirer, I resolved to play with the hook a

his memory.

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