His mind is as genial as his body; his faculties, | repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; comprehensive as his size; his fancy, abundant as his I shall be out of heart shortly, and then I shall have person; while his own physical conformation affords no strength to repent." And elsewhere,—“ Well, if constant and fruitful subject for his inventive capacity. my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, How fertile are his jokes on this theme! "A I would repent." How alert and responsive his wit plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like is in a sudden emergency, and how equal to the a bladder." Again: "Thou seest I have more flesh occasion he always proves himself to be! In his than another man; and therefore more frailty." On encounter with the Lord Chief Justice, for instance, Gadshill he says, "Eight yards of uneven ground, is how ingeniously he defends himself-how adroitly he three score and ten miles a-foot with me; and the evades-how dexterously he parries-how slily he stony-hearted villains know it well enough." And shifts his ground-how ably he extricates himself, when the prince bids him lie down, and listen for ap- and foils his adversary! In the scene where he proaching footsteps, he answers, "Have you any brags about the men "in buckram," how happy is levers to lift me up again, being down? I'll not bear his plea of knowing the prince by instinct! "The mine own flesh so far a-foot again for all the coin in lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a thy father's exchequer." In the very battle-field he great matter; I was a coward on instinct." And exclaims, "I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy when the sheriff is coming, and the prince says,too: heaven keep lead out of me! I need no more Now, my masters, for a true face and good conweight than my own bowels." Then, too, how in- science," Falstaff replies, " Both which I have had; geniously palliative are his epithets upon occasion, but their date is out, and therefore I'll hide me." where he speaks of himself as "plump Jack," and as When Prince Hal suddenly turns upon him, in con"a good portly man, i'faith, and a corpulent; of a sequence of what Hostess Quickly repeats, Falstaff is cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble car- not at all taken aback :riage;"―with his plausible casuistry, "If to be fat be “P. Hen. Sirrah, do I owe you a thousand to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be pound? loved."

What aptness in his similes! "There's no more valour in that Poins than in a wild duck." See these where he pretends he has fallen away :-" Why, my skin hangs about me like an old lady's loose gown; I am withered like an old apple-John." Or those where he orders Pistol to be thrust down stairs :"Quoit him down, Bardolph, like a shove-groat shilling;" with, "The rogue fled from me like quicksilver." Or those where he likens Justice Shallow to a man made after supper of a cheese-paring ;" and a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife;" adding that "you might have truss'd him, and all his apparel, into an eel-skin; the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion for him, a court." In another place, he bids his followers "vanish, like hailstones!" and in another, he says of Prince Hal," You shall see him laugh, till his face be like a wet cloak ill laid up." Bardolph's red nose glows in his gibing description as an "ignis fatuus," --"a ball of wildfire,' -"a perpetual triumph,"

to "

an everlasting bonfire-light:" nor does his servingman's fiery feature excite his imagination to richer jesting than does his own throwing into the water. His humorous sense of the situation seems a relief to his vexation; as if his own immersion was drowned in the flood of ludicrous images it suggests.

But perhaps his most abounding wealth of fancy is to be found in the speech upon his recruits, beginning," If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a souced gurnet;" and the glorious encomium upon good sherris-sack."

His impudent hypocrisy is too provocative of laughter for blame; and the roguish twinkle of his eye seems to dazzle our moral vision, and prevent our descrying his delinquency, as he protests, "I'll

"Fal. A thousand pound, Hal? a million: thy love is worth a million; thou owest me thy love."

And upon the reproach that his recruits are "exceed ing poor and bare," he carelessly retorts, "'Faith, for their poverty, I know not where they had that and for their bareness, I am sure they never learned that of me."

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There are many other men of intellect depicted by Shakspeare, though, necessarily, a few only of them have been adverted to in this limited space; but of these it has been attempted to point out the most striking individual features, and to indicate the characteristic bent which intellect has taken in each instance. In Wolsey, we see the proud power-worshipper (his superb Ego, et rex meus" supplying an index to his character); in Richard, the contemptuous evil-doer; in Iago, the moral sceptic; in Ulysses, the wise politician; in Timon, the bitter misanthrope; in Pandulph, the astute diplomatist; and in Falstaff, the imaginative wit,—the witty rogue, the quick-witted evader of all that may interfere with his own ease and delight; he who is "not only witty in himself, but the cause that wit is in other men."

The following lines, which Shakspeare has placed in the mouth of one of his men of intellect, may serve in illustration of our theme, and may form its meet conclusion:

"The providence that's in a watchful state,
Knows almost every grain of Plutus' gold;
Finds bottom in th' uncomprehensive deeps;
Keeps place with thought, and almost, like the gods,
Does thoughts unveil in their dumb cradles.
There is a mystery (with whom relation
Durst never meddle) in the soul of state; !
Which hath an operation more divine
Than breath or pen can give expressure to "

If ever pen could do this, that pen was William
Shakspeare's.

IN WHICH THE TRAIN STARTS, AND THE READER IS be much better than letting you go out as governess;

for we could live together then; and I know I shall never be able to part with you. Besides, you would be miserable, managing naughty children all day,"Scarcely so much, mamma; indeed it wants a throwing away your talents on a set of stupid little quarter of nine yet; the coach does not arrive till half-wretches,-such drudgery would wear you to death." past eight, and he has quite four miles to walk afterwards."

going to the window, which opened in the French | The features, though scarcely so handsome, were fashion, upon a small flower-garden. As she spoke, strikingly like those of Lewis Arundel, the greatest the gate-bell rang smartly, and in another moment the person outside, having apparently caught sight of the figure at the window, sprang lightly over the paling, crossed the lawn in a couple of bounds, and ere the slave of the bell had answered its impatient summons, Lewis was in his mother's arms.

difference being, that the hair in the portrait was of a rich brown instead of black. After comparing the two for a moment, Mrs. Arundel attempted to speak, but her voice failing her from emotion, she burst into tears, and hastily left the room.

"Why, Rose, what is it ?" exclaimed Lewis in surprise," Is my mother ill?"

After the first greeting, in which smiles and tears had mingled in strange fellowship, Mrs. Arundel drew "No; it is your likeness to that picture, Lewis her son towards a table, on which a lamp was burn- dear, that has overcome her: you know it is a poring, saying as she did so, "Why, Rose, can this be trait of our dearest father" (her voice faltered as she our little Lewis? He is as tall as a grenadier!-pronounced his name), "taken just after they were Heads up, sir!-Attention!-You are going to be married, I believe.” inspected. Do you remember when the old serjeant used to drill us all, and wanted to teach Rose to fence ?"

Lewis regarded the picture attentively, then averting his head as if he could not bear that even Rose should witness his grief, he threw himself on a sofa, and concealed his face with his hands. Recovering himself almost immediately, he drew his sister gently towards him, and placing her beside him, asked, as he

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Rose, love, how is it that I was not informed of our poor father's illness? Surely a letter must have miscarried!"

it

"Did not mamma explain to you, then, how sudden was?"

"Not a word, she only wrote a few hurried lines, leading me to prepare for a great shock; then told me that my father was dead; and entreating me to return immediately, broke off abruptly, saying she could write no more."

Smiling at his mother's caprice, Lewis Arundel drew himself up to his full height, and, placing his back against the wall, stood in the attitude of a soldier on parade—his head just touching the frame of a pic-stroked her glossy hair, ture which hung above him. The light of the lamp shone full upon the spot where he had stationed himself, displaying a face and figure on which a mother's eye might indeed rest with pride and admiration. Considerably above the middle height, his figure was slender, but singularly graceful; his head small, and intellectual-looking. The features, exquisitely formed, were, if anything, too delicately cut, and regular; and, together with a brilliant complexion, and long silken eyelashes, tended to impart an almost feminine character to his beauty. The expression of 'Poor mamma! she was quite overcome by her his countenance, however, effectually counteracted grief, and yet she was so excited, and so anxious to any such idea; no one could observe the flashing of save me, she would do every thing herself. I wished the dark eyes, the sarcastic curl of the short upper-her to let me write to you, but she objected, and I lip, the curved nostril slightly drawn back, the stern was afraid of annoying her.” resolution of the knitted brow, without tracing signs of pride unbroken, stormy feelings and passions unsubdued, and an iron will, which, according as it might be directed, must prove powerful for good or evil. His hair, which he wore somewhat long, was, like his mother's, of that jet black colour characteristic of the inhabitants of a southern clime rather than of the descendants of the fair-haired Saxons, while a soft down of the same dark hue as his waving curls, fringed the sides of his face, affording "How exquisitely painful! My poor brother!" said promise of a goodly crop of whiskers. Despite the Rose, while the tears she could no longer repress differences of feature and expression-and they were dimmed her bright eyes. After a moment she congreat, there was a decided resemblance between the tinued, "But I was going to tell you,-it was more brother and sister, and the same indescribable charm, than a month ago-poor papa had walked over to which made it next to impossible to watch Rose Warlington to see about selling one of his paintings. Arundel without loving her, shed its sunshine also-Did you know that he had lately made his talent over Lewis's face when he smiled. for painting serve as a means of adding to our income?"

After surveying her son attentively, with eyes which sparkled with surprise and pleasure, Mrs. Arundel exclaimed, "Why, how the boy is altered! Is he not improved, Rose?" As she spoke, she involuntarily glanced from Lewis to the picture under which he stood. It was a half-length portrait of a young man, in what appeared to be some foreign uniform, the hand resting on the hilt of a cavalry sabre.

'It was most unfortunate," returned Lewis; "in her hurry she misdirected the letter; and, as I told you when I wrote, I was from home at the time, and did not receive it till three weeks after it should have reached me. I was at a rifle match got up by some of the students, and had just gained the prize, a pair of silver-mounted pistols, when her letter was put into my hand. Fancy receiving such news in a scene of gaiety!"

"Richard Frere told me of it last year," replied

Lewis.

which had excited him a good deal, and added some- | have brought a wild beast with you, which has eaten thing about being called upon to take a very important up all the tea cakes." step. I left him to fetch a glass of wine, and when I returned, to my horror, his head was leaning forward on his breast, and he was both speechless and insensible. We instantly sent for the nearest medical man, but it was of no use; he pronounced it to be congestion of the brain, and gave us no hope: his opinion was but too correct, for in less than six hours all was over."

"Let alone fright'ning the blessed cat so that she's flowed up the chimley like a whirlpool, and me a'most in fits all the time, the brute! But I'll not sleep in the house with it, to be devoured like a cannibal in my quiet bed, if there was not another sitivation in Sussex!"-And here Rachel, a stout serving woman, with a face which, sufficiently red by nature, had become the deepest crimson from fear and anger, burst into a flood of tears, which, mingling with a tolerably thick deposit of soot, acquired during the hurried rise and progress of the outraged cat, imparted to her the appearance of a variegated variety of female Ethiopian Serenader.

"Yes, you will," returned Lewis quietly, "every one does as I bid ;" and, grasping her wrist, while he fixed his piercing glance sternly upon her, he led her up to the dog, and in spite of a faint show of resistance, a half-frightened half-indignant "I dare say, indeed," and a muttered hint of her conviction, "that he had lately been accustomed to drive black nigger slaves in Guinea," with an intimation "that he'd find white flesh and blood wouldn't stand it, and didn't ought to, neither," succeeded in making her shake its great paw, and finally, (as she perceived no symptoms of the huma-earth! nivorous propensities with which her imagination had endowed it,) pat its shaggy sides. "There, now you've made up your quarrel, Faust shall help you to carry my things up stairs," said Lewis; and slinging a small travelling valise round the dog's neck, he again addressed him in German, when the well-trained animal left the room, with the astonished but no longer refractory Rachel.

"I should hardly call Rachel's a weak will," ob- has,) in order to save me from the necessity of going served Rose, with a quiet smile.