will speak the truth." "Why, sir," quoth the Doctor, "that may be an argument for drinking, if you suppose men in general to be liars. But, sir, I would not keep company with a fellow who lies as long as he is sober, and whom you must make drunk before you can get a word of truth out of him." "Sir," answered Bozzy, "I remember how heartily you and I used to drink wine together when we were first acquainted, and how I used to have a headache after sitting up with you." "Nay, sir," said the rough Doctor,1 "it was not the wine that made your head ache, but the sense that I put into it."

D. 1844.

THE poems of Thomas Campbell "The Pleasures of Hope," "Gertrude of Wyoming," "The Last Man," and even "Ye Mariners of England"- are as well known on this side of the Atlantic as on the other; and we still find, as Washington Irving said in 1811, "his poems, like the stars, shining on with undiminished lustre." He delivered lectures on poetry before the Royal Institution, taking considerable trouble in trying to rid himself of his broad

1 Boswell says that once, talking of his being much distinguished at school, Johnson said: “They never thought to raise me by comparing me to any one; they never said Johnson' is as good a scholar as such a one, but such a one is as good a scholar as Johnson; and this was said but of one, but of Lowe; and I do not think he was as good a scholar."

Scotch brogue, and wrote to his friend, the Rev. A. Alison:

"I took, however, great pains with the first lecture; and, though I was flattered by some friends. saying I had thrown away too many good things for the audience, yet I have a very different opinion. I felt the effect of every sentence and thought which I had tried to condense. You will think me mad in asserting the audience to be enlightened; but now I must think them so, wise and enlightened as gods, since they cheered me so! And you will think me very vain in telling you all this."

Byron met him at Holland House, and writes that, after dinner, "We were standing in the ante-saloon when Lord H. brought out of the other room a vessel of some composition similar to that used in Catholic churches; and, seeing us, he exclaimed, 'Here is some incense for you!' Campbell answered, 'Carry it to Lord Byron; he is used to it."

It is related that the poet once asked, "Why do Americans always call me Camel? I've no hump on my back."

In his old age he well said, "I believe when I am gone, justice will be done to me in this way, — that I was a pure writer. It is an inexpressible comfort, at my time of life, to be able to look back and feel that I have not written one line against religion or virtue."

B. 1778. HENRY, LORD BROUGHAM.

D. 1868.

LORD BROUGHAM had great ambition to shine in many parts, to be a universal genius; and yet what fame he has rests mainly upon his speaking talent. As a scientist he now cuts no figure; as a judge, it was said he would have done well enough if he had only known a little law; as one of the writers of the "Edinburgh Review" he was jealous of his co-laborers, and berated Macaulay, who in return calls him a bad man. Of himself Brougham says, "It has always been my chief ambition as to literary character (after eloquence, of course), — I mean the rank and station of an historian. I have some little knack of narrative, the most difficult by far of. all styles, and never yet attained in perfection but by Hume and Livy; and I bring as much oratory and science to the task as most of my predecessors; nor do the exceedingly flimsy and puerile works of Alison, etc., deter me from my favorite subject,- French Revolution."

When Lord Brougham was first made a member of the Liberal Cabinet, as Lord Chancellor, by Earl Grey, he is reported to have said, "The Whigs are all ciphers, and I am the only unit in the Cabinet that gives a value to them." It is needless, perhaps, to add that he soon quarrelled with his associates, and his career as Chancellor quickly ended.

A lady once asked Lord Brougham who was the best debater in the House of Lords. His lordship

modestly replied, "Lord Stanley is the second, madam;" evidently intending to leave the first place open to himself.1 And in this he was not unlike every officer after the naval victory of the Greeks. over Xerxes, when each one, when called upon to say who had most distinguished himself, put his own name first and that of Themistocles second.

Lord Brougham had an omnivorous appetite for praise. Six of his articles were admitted into one number of the "Edinburgh Review," and yet he complained before the issue of the next that he was "next thing to laid on the shelf."

In the published correspondence of the late Macvey Napier, public curiosity has been largely fed by the letters of distinguished contributors to the "Edinburgh Review," where all reserve seems to have been flung aside and the sharpest personal criticisms found vent, mixed with occasional stalwart vanity. The editor, Napier, found it no light matter to keep the peace among so many, each one of them having a reputation, and all eager for more. When with scissors he invaded an article from Thackeray, the latter could not refrain from writing back:

1 Hazlitt records a story of a foolish bell-ringer at Plymouth, as told by Northcote. He was proud of his ringing, and the boys, who made a jest of his foible, used to get him into the belfry and ask, "Well now, John, how many good ringers are there in Plymouth?" "Two," he would say, without any hesitation. "Ay, indeed! and who are they? 'Why, first, there's myself, that's one; and and 'Well, who's the other? "Why, there's, there's Ecod! I can't think of any other but myself.”

"From your liberal payment, I can't but conclude that you reward me not only for laboring, but for being mutilated in your service." Bulwer Lytton thanks the editor for "smoothing his article into shape," but cannot understand what were really his faults of style. Macaulay hoped the editor would "not scruple to exercise" his prerogative; but when the scissors were applied we find him wincing. "The passages omitted," he complains, "were the most pointed and ornamental sentences in the review.” Brougham gave the editor perpetual trouble. Forward to claim the first place himself, he could not tolerate the admiration of the editor nor of the public for Macaulay; and when the latter was asked to yield a topic he had begun to treat to Brougham, he was indignant, and declared he was "the person of all persons to whom he felt least inclined to stoop." In another letter Macaulay says: "Brougham does one thing well, two or three things indifferently, and a hundred things detestably. His Parliamentary speaking is admirable, his forensic speaking poor, his writings at the very best second-rate."

But the appearance of any article by Macaulay seems to have been a signal for Brougham to unbottle his bile. Of Macaulay's Essay on Sir William Temple, he says it is "an excellent paper, only he does take a terrible space to turn in. Good God! what an awful man he would have been in Nisi Prius ! He can say nothing under ten pages. He takes as long to delineate three characters of little importance