Cornelius Winter loquitur. (The wife's handwriting is ordinarily a difficult one to read, but all of this note-book is copied with the clearness of copperplate.)

POVERTY IN CITIES. The poor ragged woman, at night in the cold damp streets, is singing the same sweet air I heard at the Opera singing it after her fashion. She begs her bread by these strains, devoted to pleasure and love. She makes the most refined of melodies the wail of her own hunger and distress. I know no wail of distress so utterly miserable as this. OPINION. There is no fetter like the golden opinion of society, no restraint more wholesome. Yet he who would be a prophet or a teacher must be able to throw this gold, like other gold, away.

COURTIER AND VALET. The silent, deferential manner of a well-bred servant, valet, or butler, in the establishment of a nobleman, is much the same thing as the manner of the nobleman himself when he figures as a courtier in the palace. Both are proud of playing their part well. In both there is a self-respect in their disciplined humility. In both the deference has as much of pride as humility.

ASCETICISM. Asceticism is self-control gone mad. The moralist repudiates the lower for the sake of the higher. The ascetic thinks there is virtue in simple repudiation. Self-sacrifice is properly the choice of the highest, accompanied necessarily by a sacrifice of the lower. The ascetic separates what should be one act of choice, and finds a virtue in the self-renunciation alone.

CONTENT. O children of men, he would say, is there not a heaven of beauty, by day and night, arched over you! Can you not read herein the presence of your God? How know you that in other regions his presence is otherwise made known? He is visible always in his works can He be visible in any other way? Aspire! But you will aspire only to other skies. Aspire, but be happy under these, or under what other skies are you sure of happiness? "The kingdom of heaven is within you." You live always in the Infinite as well as in the Finite.

SNOWDON. You see the mountain, from the necessity of the

case, must separate himself a little from the rest of the earth. Our Snowdon as he rises gets his shoulder out of the crowd.

MORAL RULES. Here is an instance of their growth, though on a limited subject. In England it is a rule of commercial morality that the tradesman should have one price for all customers. No such rule is established in an Eastern bazaar. Each transaction is a separate bargain; the morality of the market sanctions the best price that can be got; and the stranger must suffer from his ignorance.

THE CULTUS. You may read in Prescott's History how the ancient Mexicans used to congregate in a public square, decked out in all their feathers, to greet the sun at his rising. They shouted as he rose. I prefer to open my casement silently, and

to look out alone.

HYPOCRISY. On the greatest subjects on which human beings can think, there ought not to be an habitual systematic hypocrisy. Nor is there amongst the multitude. But in our educated classes there is. But this is not to be wondered at. A free-thinker who does not see an absolute gain to society by the substitution of his own faith or opinion for the popular faith can have no motive for sincerity. There will be this hypocrisy till the moment comes when a new and simpler faith brings in some new enthusiasm on the side of virtue.

TERROR. How have we been tortured into goodness. What a tragedy has here purified us by tears!

Live

PROGRESS. I no more wish you to be eternally occupied with progress than forever occupied with your immortal state. do your best progress and immortality will take

best your care of themselves.

INDUSTRY. During the French Revolution a mob of men had somehow persuaded themselves that food and clothing were to be got out of Liberty and Fraternity. Liberty and Fraternity may be excellent things, but they will not do the work of Industry. Food and clothing are not to be got out of political enthusiasm, however exalted.

HEREDITARY SIN. I have read a statistical account which shows that two thirds of our criminal population were born of parents who themselves were more or less criminal belonged to the race of vagabonds and thieves. Apply your doctrine of

compensation here! Who could demand it better than these criminals? The very ill temper, the hateful passion which made them criminals, are part and parcel of their miserable lot. NOBLESSE OBLIGE. They who see must get out of the way of the blind. The blind cannot take care of them.

EPITAPH

engraved under the image of a lute : —

Placet, Tacet, Jacet.

It speaks, however, of regret only and the past. At the boundary between this world and the next, two conflicting streams of sentiment meet; combine they do not, but they possess the mind in turn. Our friend is dead our friend is living; he is lost — he has but gone before; we weep, we rejoice; we believe at the same time in death and immortality.

TWO PRAYERS. The weak in their despair at the injustice of the strong called upon the gods to help them. And the gods heard their prayer. They sent a fear upon all human hearts, and one that crushed the wicked in his pride of strength.

The time has come when the violence of wicked men is subdued and strength lies with the many and peaceful. Meanwhile this fear haunts the gentle and the meek. They pray to the gods to relieve them from it.

And this prayer also the gods I think will hear.

DOUBT. Doubt is distressing, I admit. One says, Revelation has removed the distress. It has increased it. Still more distracting doubts arise about this revelation. But even augmented thus, better the doubt and the free career of reason, than a truth and a command subjecting the reason.

THE YOUNG LEAF. Our fruit-trees generally send forth their blossoms first, before the leaf, apparently that these may have the full benefit of the sun. An apple orchard is one cloud of pink and white blossoms a dazzling picture. But I like better the more ordinary procedure when the young leaf comes out alone upon the bough, and in its uncertain tint of gold or green itself seems half blossom and half leaf. And see, when you approach and look closer into it, how the young leaf rests partly coiled up in some sheath like the young of living creatures, gathering I know not what of tenderness out of its very imperfection. It was fortunate for him that the gentle Brahmin who first made it religion not to destroy an insect did not carry his amiable

disposition one step further and feel that he could not hurt the young budding leaf. I feel myself something of the same reluctance to crush a bud as to kill an insect.

FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.

She came she went -a fleeting guest,
And trackless in our busy land.

Whither? and whence? From rest to rest,

Out of God's hand - into God's hand.

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CHAPTER XXVIII.

PARTING.

(From the Memoir.)

In the early autumn of 1870 my husband was for a time less uniformly well than usual-teased with nettlerash, less up to long walks. Yet there seemed nothing to alarm though I remember his saying one day when we were talking over our Swiss rambles of five years before, "I could not do those things now. La Santé is going down." And then in his tender pity he instantly added, "Let us hope only very gradually." I cannot retrace the slow and stealthy course of his illness. I cannot — I did so more than a year ago, and that account, with a few additions, shall be repeated here.

[In October her husband had one night a shivering fit, which was followed in the succeeding months by several others. They were at first attributed to the flooded condition of the meadows; but when they recurred during a stay at Aberdovey and then at Brighton, they caused some alarm.]

I may mention that the tenth anniversary of our marriage (the 5th of March, 1871) found us at Brighton. I had been spending three or four days with a dear friend in London, but returned on the Saturday, in spite of a great possible treat on the Sunday (luncheon with Mr. and Mrs. Lewes), because that Sunday was our dear anniversary, and I could not have borne it to find us separated. This time its return made us low. Ten years! There was something solemn about the closing of that