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discussion, and put it aside several times, and on my pressing it upon him, he answered shortly, that most of the men who had difficulties on this subject were too wicked to be reasoned with. Most likely he thought a young man's forwardness and conceit needed rebuke, and he administered it accordingly; but, besides this, it was an instance of that in him which would be called severity or intolerance.' We may, however, suggest to the SolicitorGeneral that severity is not necessarily 'intolerance.'

The present writer was often, so to speak, on the track of Keble, nor was he ever moved so much by any criticism as when he heard that Mr. Keble's approbation had not altogether gone with some papers which he had written. He knew something of those last winters on the coast, where Mr. Keble's words and ways will always be treasured with affectionate recollection. He had also the pleasure of hearing almost the only speech which Mr. Keble ever addressed to a large mixed assembly; and albeit it was spoken somewhat in stammering and broken words, yet the intense feeling, always so peculiarly manifested in Keble's mode of speech, and the intense reverence with which his hearers listened to him, made this one of the most success

of inscription-all make up a picture of the purest English landscape, unspeakably grateful and soothing in these days of controversy and unrest. The poet and saint has received a glorious commemoration in the college which is about to rise in his honour at Oxford, and there is another stately commemoration in his friend's biography, perchance ære perennius.

LORD CAMPBELL'S LIVES OF LYNDHURST AND BROUGHAM.

It was well known among the group of law lords that Lord Campbell was engaged in writing the lives of some of them. His presence was therefore a memento mori to them, and, as Lord Brougham said, armed death with a new terror. Nevertheless, Brougham called him 'dearest Jack,' and when he was made Lord Chief Justice of England drank his health in a bumper of still champagne. And all the while his noble and biographical friend,' as he called him, was putting down in his note book every little incident that could make his friend ridiculous or despicable. Lord Campbell evidently intended to give him an acquittance in full, and contemplated with unscrupulous malice the future explosion of the magazine which he had heaped up with so much care. We do not wonder that all London, especially legal and political London, is getting a great deal of wicked enjoyment out of this mischievous work, which must breed much contempt towards the law lords commemorated, their biographer in particular, and high personages in general. If the treatment of Lord Brougham in this volume is highly ungenerous, the continuous envenomed attack upon Lord Lyndhurst abounds with rancorous malignity. We would only advise every reader, while perusing this volume, to consult the opening article of the last 'Quarterly Re

ful speeches that was ever heard. The process of years brought a considerable gap between Keble the high-and-dry country divine and Keble the imaginative pcet with a divine sadness on his soul. We believe that he himself used to say that his days of poetry were all gone. But his was the same ever affectionate and courteous nature, carrying with it its own atmosphere of gentleness and devoutness. Hursley is already for his countrymen and countrywomen as hallowed a locality as Bemerton or Olney. The quiet, pastoral landscape, the woodlands and park, the beautifullyadorned church with its heaven-view.' They will there find an

pointing spire, the parsonage and hall where squire and parson were linked in most loving amity, the shadowed fountain over which the poet had written the beautiful verse

authoritative answer to that which never rises to the dignity of autho

* Lives of Lord Lyndhurst and Lord Brougham.' By the late John Lord Campbell, LL.D., F.R.S.E.: Murray.

ritative accusation. Nothing is more amusing or irritable than the air of assumed superiority over men infinitely greater and better than himself, and whose memory will live when his own is gradually forgotten or execrated for this nefarious attempt to blast their fair fame. With all his defects Brougham belonged to the very first order of great men in his wonderful oratory, his wonderful intellectual versatility, and the prodigality of his mental gifts. Lord Lyndhurst was not only a great orator, a great magistrate, but a statesman of the very highest order. It may be altogether doubted whether Campbell was capable of doing justice to the scientific side of Brougham's character or the high intellectual side of Lyndhurst's. If ever Lord Campbell's own life is written it will be seen how essentially ignoble, selfish, and vulgar that life was. This last dastardly work was alone needed to show how real paltriness of nature may be found in union with massive abilities and the attainment of the highest earthly distinctions. has forgotten the proverb that those who live in crystal palaces must not fling stones. The scandal will not be forgotten how the Liberal Attorney-General, John Campbell, perpetrated his iniquitous job making him

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himself Lord Chancellor of Ireland to sit on the judicial bench for a single day; how he intrigued with base arts again and again to oust better men from their places that he might worm himself into them; how, when first law officer to the crown, he betrayed his government and encouraged rebellion by declaring that chartism was at an end when chartism was most rampant. As a literary man impudent plagiarisms and wilful malversations of truth have been discovered against him. His was a coarse, vulgar mind, that seemed to have no higher aim in life than the attainment of substantial worldly success. Soon after he had declared that he did not mind sudden death -sudden death came to him. He might have been respected for his industry, earnestness, and cheerfulness, and have been admired for

the perpetual luckiness of his stars, had not this pitiable revelation of a mean, envious, untruthful nature been made. There were a Zoilus to Homer, a Lauder to Milton, and there is a Campbell to Lyndhurst.

It will not be necessary to go into a full exposure of Lord Campbell's biography. In the very first page he asserts that Lyndhurst was ashamed of his origin, although he lived in his father's house, and to the last proudly contemplated his father's pictures on the wall. Ab uno disce omnes, and the Quarterly Reviewers will give efficient help. Much as we disapprove of the work, we are as bad as our neighbours, and go to it for what gossip we can find. And there is abundance of it, with much shrewd wisdom and many capital stories, and the abundant alloy of which we have spoken. He finds fault with Lyndhurst in the Exchequer, but most reluctantly admits how great a magistrate he was, and recals that wonderful extemporary judgment, a day long, in the Attwood case, by all accounts the most wonderful judgment ever heard in Westminster Hall. Lord Campbell contemptuously speaks of the intolerable nuisance of judges on circuit having to entertain country gentlemen to dinner, but Lyndhurst liked it, and with a true bonhomie that Campbell hardly comprehended, averred that he not only could make himself entertaining to them, but that he could make them entertaining to himself in return. Lord Campbell has a theory of his own respecting the friendship of Brougham and Lyndhurst. When Brougham was omitted in Lord Melbourne's ministry, but the Great Seal was put into commission and still dangled before Brougham's eyes, Lyndhurst took a malicious pleasure in tormenting him. Sir John Campbell, then Mr. Attorney, after arguing a case at the bar of the House of Lords, proceeded to the foot of the throne to say a word to the Premier. 'I then heard Lord Lyndhurst halloa out to Lord Brougham, so as almost to be heard distinctly in the gallery, "Brougham, here is

Campbell come to take his seat as Chancellor on the woolsack."" He declares that Lyndhurst afterwards used to flatter Brougham, successfully angled for a new supporter, and set him on to torment his old friends. When Campbell asked him one day what he was going to do about a certain bill before the house, 'Me,' exclaimed he, 'what I mean to do! I never open my mouth now and I oppose nothing. Ask Brougham there what he means to do. He is the man now. Brougham, lend me your majority-and "I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do."" It appears to us that this was not intrigue, but, as in the former instance, merely 'chaff,' and, if it may be said without irreverence, at times these great law lords were almost romping like schoolboys. When Lyndhurst was at Dieppe, 'I heard he was assisting his great friend, Baron Alderson, to fly paper kites-and amusing himself by turns with the writings of the Greek and Latin fathers on divorce and the amorous novels of Eugène Sue.' Although four times Chancellor, he is represented as not being a great judge. To save trouble, in appeals, he used generally to affirm. On the other hand, Lord Cottenham was always inclined and ready to reverse. Of Cottenham, 'The wags in the Court of Chancery went so far as to say that he always presumed the decree to be wrong till the contrary was proved, the odds being two to one against Vice-Chancellor Shadwell, and three to one against ViceChancellor Knight Bruce.' He is evidently very sore on the complete sway which Lyndhurst had over the House of Lords in the time of the Melbourne ministry, when he remorselessly threw out all their bills he could and made his cutting sessional reviews. After the repeal of the Corn Laws the Whigs retaliated against the Conservative Government. There was a Bill before the Upper House, to which Campbell saw no objection. 'But the Protectionist Peers, headed by the Duke of Richmond-to show their spite offered to coalesce with us in throwing it out, and we, alas! had not the virtue to withstand the

temptation. Accordingly it was thrown out on the second reading, and I must with shame confess very factiously.' Lord Campbell gives anecdotes of Sir Robert Peel's contemptuous treatment of Lord Lyndhurst. But we may be very sure that Sir Robert Peel had no real feeling of contempt towards Lyndhurst. He knew that Lyndhurst was a thorough Conservative, which he was not, and possessed that confidence of the party which he was about to forfeit. Lord Lyndhurst might perhaps once and again have been Premier; almost to the age of ninety he was a living power in the House of Lords, with a supreme sway over that august assembly while, from all we hear, every one was laughing at Campbell's vanity and overweening pretensions.

The following are specimens of Lord Campbell's offensive and libellous style: 'Although the new Lady Lyndhurst, like her predecessor, tried to become a leader of fashion, she preserved an unsuspected reputation, &c. This is just the kind of remark to be made by some spiteful old woman, who deserves to be ducked in a pond or tossed in a blanket. Again, we are solemnly assured that it was not a fact that Lord Lyndhurst's servants were bailiffs in disguise. We are also informed that he took no bribes. Again, he tells us that Lord Lyndhurst had a sinister smile of great cunning and some malignity.' 'He might have risen to celebrity as a diner out. His great resource was to abuse or ridicule the absent. He was accustomed, when conversing with political opponents, to abuse and laugh at his own colleagues and associates.' The animus which dictates these virulent remarks-to a great degree, we believe, absolutely mendacious-is very perceptible.

Towards Lord Brougham he is equally merciless. He has, with great industry, collected all the good stories that belong to the decline and fall of the Chancellor. He tells the story of his drinking bumper after bumper of wine in the course of his great Reform speech, and when he went upon his knees to implore the peers to pass the bill, it appeared doubtful to the House whether the effects of the liquor would suffer him to rise. The account of the famous Scottish progress is racily given. Going northward, he dined with the bar mess, on the northern circuit, instead of dining with the judge, and then sang comic French songs to the young fellows, and then declared that he would willingly exchange the Great Seal for a brief at Nisi Prius. Then he went to the proud Duke of Hamilton, Brandon, and Châtelherault, who had a lingering notion that he was the rightful king of Scotland. He stayed at another great house, and romped with a lot of young girls, who, to teaze him, carried away the Great Seal and hid it. At last the Chancellor became quite frightened about that mystical document, on whose safety the British Constitution is supposed to depend. The girls then agreed that it should be put somewhere in the drawing-room, that the Chancellor should be blindfolded and hunt about for it, and that one of the young ladies should play loudly on the piano if he came near it. In this way the Chancellor discovered it in a tea-chest; but a very pretty narrative of his little game was somehow sent to Windsor Castle. At Inverness, he discovered an old Edinburgh friend, and the two passed the evening at Brougham's hotel, drinking whisky toddy. When posttime came, he told his friend to go on with the toddy, but he must take up a few minutes by writing to the king; and going to a side table, he knocked off an epistle to his Majesty, which, when received, gave dire offence. He obtruded himself at Oxenford Castle, though he knew Earl Grey was coming and he was not wanted; and although the young Ladies Grey did all they could to avoid him, he succeeded in making himself very agreeable to them. Afterwards, Campbell met him at supper at Lord Jeffery's: 'We sat up till long after cock-crow, and Brougham was most good-natured and agreeable.' Noctes cænæque Deûm! But perhaps Brougham showed his greatest brusquerie to the

king himself. Lords of the bedchamber stared at his unceremonious and dictatorial tone. When he had to give up the Great Seal, he sent it to the king in a bag, as a fishmonger might send a salmon. Brougham also showed his bad manners at the court of Queen Victoria. When he dined at Buckingham Palace, he went away directly after dinner, instead of going with the rest of the gentlemen into the gallery. Afterwards, at the queen's drawingroom, instead of passing her Majesty, on his own accord he stopped to speak to her, and told her that he was going to Paris, and could he take anything for her to Louis Philippe! We have heard that Louis Philippe and Brougham would sit up all night talking, and Brougham once had a notion that he might be a naturalized Frenchman without ceasing to be an Englishman, and have a great parliamentary career in France, in the days when France had a constitutional government. Lord Campbell thinks, and most persons will cer certainly think the same, that Lord Melbourne acted shamefully by Brougham, in deceiving and betraying him. But then Lord Melbourne said, 'Although he will be dangerous as an enomy, he will be certain destruction as a friend.' He could not act with him, and would not try to do so. We are almost afraid to say all that we have heard of Lord Brougham, -kicking through the panel of a door; swearing in his judicial robes; taking up his hat and walking away from a Cabinet Council. Henceforth he was stranded high and dry, and no turn of affairs ever floated him again into office. But it may be said, both of Lord Lyndhurst and Lord Brougham, that the last days were the best days. Lord Campbell has little mention or appreciation of this, but so it was. In these last days they were best understood and best honoured. Lyndhurst was 'the old man eloquent,' the British Nestor, the warning patriot, the unselfish parliamentary debater. When upwards of eighty he recovered his sight, and his youth was renewed as an eagle's. The new generation had forgotten

Brougham's perversity, and dwelt on the historical glories of cheap knowledge, freedom of the press, the 'Edinburgh Review, and the trial of Queen Caroline. And of each of these eminent men, Brougham

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and Lyndhurst, sundered so long by political animosities, and then united in loving amity to their ninetieth year, it may be said, as of Cardinal Wolsey, that-what was best of all-he died fearing God.

COUSIN CAR.

NCE again, ah! happy doom, love,
We are wandering to-day,
Where the snow-storms of the bloom, love,
Melt in madrigals of May,
Where the autumn fields have flung us
All their wealth in draughts of dew,
Sung us merry songs, and flung us
Peals of love from bells of blue.
Summer's gold is not denied you,
But the sweetest thought by far
Is to think that I'm beside you
When you whisper, Cousin Car!
Once again round you are thronging
All my tired thoughts again,
All my weary days of longing,
All my weary nights of pain;
Cheerless springs without their madness,
Summers slaughtered at their birth,

Autumns unrelieved of sadness,
Winters destitute of mirth;
Friends and never one to cheer me,
Gleams of heav'n without a star;
But you'll linger now you're near me
Just a moment, Cousin Car!
'Twas in autumn that we parted
In the rain-mists years ago,
Pale, and chill, and broken-hearted
For the love that killed us so;
Autumn dying with a tear, sweet,
Changed to winter but to prove
That the death-knell of the year, sweet,
Was the winter of our love.
All was darksome.desolation,
But the saddest thought by far
Was to think that separation
Lasts for ever, Cousin Car!
Now the dawning of the day time
And the triumph of the showers,
And the shouting of the May time,
Summer's golden wealth of flowers
Tell us Nature has been sleeping,
But has left her dark retreat,
And our eyes that have been weeping
Seem to sparkle as they meet.
In the miles of blue above me
I am gazing for a star;
Come and tell me that you love me,
Kiss me, darling Cousin Car!

CLARENCE CAPULET.

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