p. 216.


conciliatory; but she looked and spoke at me as if | rior object in view, for the Professor of History was she had more respect for my heels than my head. infirm, and it was hoped that an arrangement might Seriously, I am pleased with all this ; but I begin be made for Campbell to mount the chair as, “ asto dread that I have got into too much good luck sistant and successor ;” but this scheme failed by this princely acquaintance. I told the great per how, Dr. Beattie does not inform us. Campbell sonage that I loved operas to distraction! Then why don't you go often to them? she demanded. never lectured in Scotland, but he gave a course at They are so expensive, quoth I. Next day a ticket Liverpool in 1818. for the season arrived! God help me! I shall be In 1820 he undertook the editorship of Mr. Colobliged to live in London a month to attend the burn's Magazine. His salary (to cover also six artiopera-house-all for telling one little fib!—Vol. ii., cles in verse and six in prose yearly) was 6001. ;

and conceiving that it would be necessary to remove Another figure at the only court that could ever from Sydenham, he took a house in Seymour street have at all suited Campbell—and, if all tales be West. Some months were to intervene ere he true, a more highly favored one-was Sir Thomas entered on office, and he employed them in a run to Lawrence; and the great artist volunteered a por- Germany, moved chiefly by the desire of collecting trait of the new laureate and terpsichorist of Black- materials for Lectures on Continental and Ancient heath. Campbell is about the same time described Poetry, which he meant to deliver at the instituby Byron as a spruce high-priest of Apollo, look- tion, and then print in the magazine. He reached ing as if the god had sent him a wedding-suit fresh his old haunts at Ratisbon, went on to Vienna, and from Olympus." At home rather slovenly, it spent, on his way back, some useful and agreeable would seem that when visiting, the smartness of weeks at Bonn. Here he furbished up his Hebrew', his attire was always noticeable. Even as an with a view to commenting on the poetry of the elderly man he was curious in waistcoats and but- Old Testament, and made acquaintance with W. A. tons. He had begun to get bald ere he saw Lon- Schlegel, of whose conversational merits we have don, and assumed a Brutus. This impaired his this notice :appearance ever after; if he had been as knowing in wigs” as George IV., it would have done he talks without listening even to questions, and

Schlegel is so attentive as to call every day; but so; but his choice was abominable. It is pity that upon subjects on which he has not information to Lawrence did not insist on his depositing the in- make him edifying. He thinks he understands cumbrance when he sat, but his pencil reproduces English politics, and pesters me with his crude it without much embellishment. The features speculations about our impending national bankthemselves required none. It is one of Lawrence's ruptcy and the misery of our lower orders! Yessterling works. Great was Campbell's own anxi- happier than the serfs of the feudal systein—and I

terday he asked me if I thought our peasantry ety on the occasion :

asked him to-day what was the price of labor in If you see Mr. Lawrence again, implore him to Germany—in order to institute a comparison besay what he decides about my lovely portrait.” tween the situations of the poor in both countries; I have got so smoky and old-looking that I wish to but my German philosopher was too great a man get back my imaginary beauty, just to see how I to know anything. When he has nothing to say, shall look when I grow young again in heaven. he proses away like the clack of a mill when there That is the merit of Lawrence's painting ; he makes is no corn to grind. One could take down a book one seem to have got into a drawing-room in the from a shelf, ten times more wise or witly than mansions of the blessed, and to be looking at one

almost any man's conversation. Bacon is wiser, self in the mirror.–Vol. ii.,

Swift more humorous, than any person one is likely

to meet with ; but they cannot chime in with the In 1814 he visited Paris, then garrisoned by the exact frame of thought in which we may happen English ; but his letters contain nothing worth to take them down from our shelves. Therein lies transcription. He was presented to the Duke of the luxury of conversation; and when a living Wellington, but the duke was unluckily not told speaker does not yield us that luxury, he becomes that he was the poet, and the poet was a little mor

only a book standing on two legs.- Vol. ii., p. 364. tified at being received merely with the civility due This strain smacks of Goldy ; but whether the to an ordinary gentleman of Clan Diarmid. In last touch be a crib from Sydney Smith's “ Book 1815 he was called to Scotland by an event of con- in breeches,” or Sydney had printed a waif of sequence—the laird of Kirnan died; not a Camp- Campbell's, we are not sure. When he reäppears bell, but related to the family, his admiration of the in London as editor of the New Monthly Magazine, allotting half the pension to the mother had made Dr. Beattie—we believe a contributor to that work, him set down his remote kinsman for a legacy of and so originally introduced to him-is very lucu5001., with a share of any unsettled overplus of lent in his expatiations on the dignity and imporpersonal estate. This bequest turned out to be tance, also the success of the undert:sking; he, worth 50001. ; and henceforth there really ought to moreover, ascribes great part of that success to have been no more of pecuniary embarrassment. Campbell's own papers, and he dwells on the deThe capital sum, however, thanks to the terms of lightful circle of coöperators now congregated the will, remains at this day for the behoof of the around the chief-his fatherly kindness to them poet's only surviving son. Being in Scotland, he —his enlarged hospitalities, and his exemplary had thoughts of repeating his lectures at Edinburgh; discharge generally of all his new duties. To and Scott, in encouraging this notion, had an ulte-several of these things we demur. The magazine

p. 222.

was in his time (as it continues to be) lively, va- | lower commence not allusions—but extracts upon ried, and popular ; but though the editor's abridg- extracts from letters about the choice of lunatic ments of his Lectures were very fair articles, none asylums; the doctor himself adding in a note, that of them made the least of what people call a sen- there was an hereditary taint-and one of Mrs. sation ; and the only sensation ever made by his Campbell's sisters was then in confinement; and poetical novelties (with two exceptions, already elsewhere, that Campbell's difficulties about selectalluded to) was far from flattering. Dr. Beattie ing a keeper for his poor boy were increased by the acknowledges that Campbell's good nature led him" very irritable” state of his wife's own nervous often to insert articles which, when in print, he system. This was, indeed, a fatal blow to Campcould not bear to look at. That is probably the bell, for the malady proved incurable—and he had case with most editors—but still it was wrong. now no other child in life. For some time he Again, we are forced to infer that the new con- would not, could not understand, that the case was glomeration of younger literati* was by no means fixed; but at last the conviction came, and thencea fortunate circumstance, that it encouraged and forth hope was none for him upon this earthlargely developed the ancient weakness of Campbell over all the futurity gloom far blacker than death. -the love of being in that sort of society where he In justice to Campbell it is quite necessary that could predominate at his ease. Like Jedediah this sad part of his history should be clearly apCleishbotham, “ he was a man, and had been a prehended and fully weighed. There was no ocschoolmaster;" we may add, that he seems to have casion for Dr. Beattie to do more than state the been latterly as wedded to his pipe as Dr. Parr—but broad facts; but while the correspondence and delacked that awful pedagogue's potency to usher all tails of journeys to different asylums are worse his appendages into worshipful chambers of whig- than superfluous, the hesitating dimness of his dom. Lastly, it is admitted that he did not con- main text on the whole subject is merely absurd. duct himself with due care in his relations with It is well known that the gentle mother herself, the publisher; for ere long he was in debt more undermined by this great grief, sank into such a than a year's salary-a very mischievous feature state of health that Campbell's house was in every in editorship, as we need not hint to the initiated. sense the house of mourning during all the remainCampbell's politics, of course, tinged the journal ; der of her life. It is a solemn thought, in how though, as respected our domestic matters, not many cases the home of genius has been overoffensively. His Polish mania interfered more shadowed, even within our own time, by reason of heavily. From even an earlier time his letters similar calamity. show him as preyed on by adventurers from that In 1824 he rallied his energies so far as to comquarter and patriotic refugees of kindred souls. plete and carry through the press another volume General Pepé, the Neapolitan hero, Colonel Maci- of poetry; but this brought no comfort. The rone, the illustrious anthor of a Treatise on Street- principal piece, Theodoric, was saluted by an unanfighting, barricades, pikes, &c., and we know not imous verdict of—Guilty without extenuating cirhow many Italian and Spanish carbonari, now cumstances. He had quite persuaded himself that haunted him and his magazine. One foreign con- it was the consummating glory of his muse, and nection was, however, eminently useful to it-it the disappointment was horrid. Dr. Beattie, we had the distinction of including, in several succes should add, admires Theodoric: this no doubt was sive numbers, Mr. Blanco White's first and only the tone of that “ literary brotherhood," so distinvaluable work, “ Doblado's Letters." This was guished for “variety of power and unity of purindeed worth a wilderness of monkeys.

pose,” (ii. 399,) which clustered around Campbell Before he had been editor a year a terrible as the Magnus Apollo of the New Monthly. affliction befell Campbell. The subject is painfully We are now favored with another chapter of delicate, but Dr. Beattie's mode of dealing with mystery. Campbell had always regarded with it is pitiable. In one page (ii. 401) we have him dislike and jealousy our English universities. He saying of the poet's first-born—" symptoms of a had never, we dare say, been much of a Presbymalady, to which we need not particularly allude, terian, but, though a great admirer of our liturgy, began to dispel the hopes," &c. &c. : two pages he appears to have continued all along, in the main,

an anti-Anglican; he moreover had a natural preferCampbell's attempt to enlist men of letters of his own ence for the Scotch modes of instruction. It had standing appear all to have failed. The replies of Moore for years been a reverie of his that it would be a and Smith are characteristic and diverting-especially noble achievement to found a liberal and latitudi"the preacher's :"-

"Foston, Dec. 13, 1820.-What line of conduct do you narian university in London—that such an instimean to hold on the subject of religion? I beg you to be tution would, far more effectually than any other quite explicit on this point. * * * Remeinber also that a Mag. is not supported by papers evincing wit and device of feasible attainment, skake the mediæval genius; but by the height of the tide at London Bridge supremacies and superstitions of Cam and Isis, and pression in boiling-peas. Il your Mag. succeeds, it will help forward the grand sister causes of civil and do so as much by the diligence and discretion you will ecclesiastical reform. In the troubled and ominous impress upon your nature, as hy the talents with which year 1825, he at length had the satisfaction to per. ,

am rusticated-indolentcut off from the society of clever men-and engaged in ceive that his expositions on this head were telling the E. R. But answer my question, and I will consider among reformers more qualified than himself to

Will any political changes take place soon in Germany? Can you promise us any decapitation of

start such an enterprise and conduct it through High-Dutch princes? Yours truly,

S. S." initiatory struggles. The college in Gower street


the matter.

was founded ; and great was the surprise when, of its readers. But we confess the whole chapter in the first formal announcement of its arrange- leaves rather a pathetic impression on our minds. ments, the name of the poet, universally known We should recollect Campbell's disappointments for the primary mover, did not appear.

That he and distresses. Ever nervous, ever jealously senwas to be installed as warden, and hold at the sitive, the darkness of his domestic circumstances same time some professional chair, had been taken must have made him brood in many a melancholy for granted out of doors. Why no such appoint- hour over the comparison of what had once been ment was offered him remains, after the lapse of a expected and what had been done. This last was quarter of a century, in obscuro; as do, we may ob- much, yet very inadequately answerable to the forserve, several other odd things in the early history mer. He had won a distinguished name-his of the institution. Dr. Beattie must, one might sup- genius had met with cordial acknowledgment; pose, have heard Campbell relate his own views but others had far surpassed him in boldness of enand impressions on a topic to him so important; terprise, in energy of toil, in grandeur of achievebut neither text nor margent, narrative nor corre- ment, in extent of influence. He had not put his spondence, affords any light whatever. No one stamp on his age-he had gratified but not govdoubted, or can doubt, that Campbell was mortified; erned it; his small volume, exquisite and admired, and it is possible that his mortification was too se- might never have existed, and the blank would vere to be told for the sympathy of the brother- hardly have been noticeable. Lastly, his recent hood.

additions had been voted worthless by acclamation. He received consolation from a distant quarter. Was he exhausted ? Had he done his all? Had The agitations about academic changes in the south he really done enough for immortality ? Could had been watched with very intelligble interest in he be sure that he was not to sink step by step the north ; and the younger students there began into actual oblivion ? At such a moment to have to think the time was come for some quasi-demo- his old renown hailed anew by a rising generation, cratic efforts on their part. The office of lord and see himself enthroned by their hands where rector, of which we really do not know the original he won his earliest trophies, may well have been scope, had long been considered at Glasgow as oil and balm to many a secret wound. merely affording the principal and professors an A genuine spark was awakened amidst the emopportunity of paying a compliment to some lead- bers. It was now that, surveying the haunts of ing gentleman in their vicinity; and when parties his youth, so much altered since he first wandered were nearly balanced, or politics in a lull, the among them, he penned these beautiful lines, the usual arrangement was to have a whig rector one last quite worthy of his pen that ever dropped year, a tory the next, whose duties we believe were from it :strictly limited to a procession across the quadran- And call they this Improvement?—to have changed, gle, a brief speech of formal civility delivered in My native Clyde, thy once romantic shore, an embroidered gown, and an orthodox evening in Where Nature's face is banished and estranged, the refectory of the Sanhedrim. The election was And Heaven reflected in thy wave no more ; with the students in certain classes-those we pre- Whose banks, that sweetened May-day's breath besume of the first foundation ; these were all, how- fore, ever, very young students—the majority boys from Lie sere and leafless now in summer's beam, twelve to sixteen; and they had for ages voted in

With sooty exhalations covered o'er;

And for the daisied green-sward, down thy stream their red togas and antique nations as their masters Unsightly brick-lanes smoke and clanking engines in conclave settled beforehand. The scheme was to

gleam. make this undergraduate-poll a real one

-to have lord rectors of their own free choice—and it was one heart free tasting Nature's breath and bloom

Speak not to me of swarms the scene sustains ; very natural and honorable for the Glasgow lads to is worth a thousand slaves to Mammon's gains. think first of the originator of the London novelty, But whither goes that wealth, and gladdening and the greatest literary name connected with their whom? own college within living memory. Campbell was See, left but life enough, and breathing-room delighted when he heard of this rebellion against The ger and the hope of life to feel, the senatus academicus, then mostly composed of Yon pale Mechanic bending o'er his loom, tories—he and his whig friends in the north ex- From morn till midnight tasked to earn its little

And Childhood's self, as at Ixion's wheel, erted every energy—the “ ancient solitary reign”

meal. of the dignitaries fell at the first assault, and was (apparently) abolished forever. The poet's letters Is this Improvement—where the human breed on this subject—the overflowing rapture he shows Degenerates as they swarın and overflow, about“ his dear boys”—and his proceedings when And man competes with man like foe with foe,

Till toil grows cheaper than the trodden weed he went down to be installed, harangued the un- Till Death that thins them scarce seems public woe! wonted multitude in the great hali, banqueted with Improvement !--smiles it in the poor man's eyes, the humbled dons—who hedgingly created him Or blooms it on the cheek of Labor ?-No. LL. D.--and was regaled with honester zeal by To gorge a few with Trade's pecarious prize, the youthful members of a newborn“ Campbell

We banish rural life and breathe unwholesome skies. Club;' all these matters occupy large space in the Nor call that evil slight. God has not given book, and will probably be smiled over by many This passion to the heart of man in vain,

For Earth's green face, the untainted air of Heaven, close by it, The Literary Union, which has either And all the bliss of Nature's rustic reign.

expired long ago, or perhaps adopted some more For not alone our frame imbibes a stain From fætid skies ; the spirit's healthy pride

Greekish title. It is hardly unfair to surmise Fades in their gloom. And therefore I complain

that he had been offended by the reluctance of the That thou no more through pastoral scenes shouldst old committee to facilitate the admission of some glide,

of his Polish and Irish cronies. In the new house My Wallace's own stream, and once romantic Clyde! he had his heart's content-he ruled supreme ;

and it continued, while he was in London, to enThe election was repeated next year, (this again, joy whatever advantages his presence and patwe believe, an innovation,) and the Lord Rector ronage might imply. We need not go into his enjoyed the second celebration with no less fervor. dreams, after the reform bill, about being M. P. His sky now much needed some rays of comfort, for his native city. It is evident that he had been and these happy visits to his Alma Mater were deluded by the young hot-bloods of “the Campamong the last vouchsafed to him. His second bell Club," and was never seriously thought of and most promising boy was early lost. In 1828 among the bearded electors ; but here again his his poor wife died.

The troubles of his editor- disappointment was sore. Then he had a vision ship accumulated. Some indiscretions brought of being knighted—and we wonder how he esthreats of legal procedure against the bookseller, caped the Guelphic ribbon—but it was never ofand he began to look more narrowly into the state fered ; and there was another pang. In the litof Campbell's account. The poet resigned in erary line he did nothing that is pleasant to recur 1831 ; and was unwise enough to engage in a to. The most trumpeted and the most flagrant failnegotiation about the property as well as editor- ure was his Life of Mrs. Siddons (1834.) Much ship of a rival Magazine, called “the Metropoli- was even then expected on this head ; he had tan,” which never acquired any very sound foot- been from his youth exceedingly intimate with ing, and died young. By 1834 this “bubble," as her and all that extraordinary family, and it was he terms it, and other causes, had surrounded him hoped that in reviewing her career he might exwith fresh embarrassments-worse than ever, in-hibit once more the chaste and tasteful critical deed-nor do we see how he could have escaped vein of his Specimens. But while his Ode on from them but for the generosity, never vainly ap- the Retirement of Kemble will always form our pealed to, of Mr. Rogers, and then the death (oth- great actor's best monument, the Siddons pyramid erwise a most afflicting blow) of his old friend has already crumbled into dust. Evil communiTelford. The engineer left Campbell 10002.; and, cations had cockneyfied the author of Hohenlinjoyfully discharging his debt to the senior bard, he den. A short excursion to Algeria produced shook himself free from The Metropolitan. “ Letters from the South,” in 1836 ; but that work

His day had begun to sink ; the third volume does not tempt us to linger. It is impossible to is the record of his twilight-not an overgraceful consider the rich results of his early travels withtwilight-and which we shall be pardoned for out regretting deeply the narrow sphere within treating as rapidly as if it had been tropical. which most of his subsequent life was bound. What Dr. Beattie considers as redeeming glories That chapter proves abundantly that, though sew of the declining hour seldom strike us in the same poets have trusted more to the impressions offered fashion. Of these, the foremost in the practical by books, yet none was more accessible to the department was the founding of the “Polish Lit- power of realities. Fed and stimulated by a erary (!) Association,” which the Doctor pro- greater variety of scene and action, he might

one of the noblest triumphs of modern probably have done enough to cast the best of philanthropy," but in the history of which we dis- what he has left us into the shade.

But it was cover little to interest us, except that it originated now too late even for Africa. Campbell was excertainly in Campbell's fixedness of political creed, hausted. We hope he had merely been tempted, and was attended with many illustrations of his in consequence of bookseller's debts, to lend his charitable temper. We are afraid there is reason name to some other still more imbecile productions for the general suspicion that it was made subser- of the press. Far be it from us to “allude to vient to purposes not contemplated, or at least not them particularly.” well weighed, by the amiable founder. It became, Our readers, aster what we have hinted, will we apprehend, instrumental to the designs of that not be astonished to find that his wife's death had knot of Republican conspirators who had then their been by no means an unmitigated addition to his head-quarters here in London, and who have lately list of afflictions. Some time afterwards it seemed had every opportunity of familiarizing the civilized as if he had made up his mind to start afresh in world with their true purposes and characters. A life. He took a house better than he had ever smaller matter was a new London clubhouse-one before had, and in a more fashionable situationof the numerous imitations of the Athenæum. one of the quiet old court-yards of Whitehall ; This, instituted in 1823, had Campbell among its and here for one season he gave dinners and evenoriginal members, and for some years he was a ing parties of considerable pretension. It was pretty regular attendant. What special disgust then rumored, and Dr. Beattie now confirms the had effected him in 1829, Dr. Beattie does not report, that he indulged visions of a second matsay; but he quitted the Athenæum and set up, rimony. The brass buttons shone with renewed


gayness ; and though in letters of earlier date he | but one, and she too was dying : his last hopes, on had expressed his wonder that “ gentlemen of a

a point he would not name, were blighted. As for certain age, if they will wear wigs at all, do not fame, it was a bubble that must soon burst. Earned seo the prudence of eschewing unmixed brown or his age, to its own solitary experience, it was bit

for others, shared with others, it was sweet ; but at black,” his own head-dress was now as luxuri

ter. Left in those chambers " alone with his gloantly juvenile as any that had once excited his ry,” was it wonderful that his philosophy, at times, commiseration (vol. iii., p. 137.) He had a little took fright? that he rushed into company-resorted court of Poles, Paddies, and Paddingtonians in to that which blunts, but heals no pang? and then constant attendance; and, we believe, occasionally --sick of the world, dissatisfied with himselfdid the honors to about as strange mixtures as shrank back into solitude! Yet he would tax no could ever have amused that locality since Van- man's sympathy—he would get to the end of his brugh reared and heated the “gooseberry-pye" J'weaker than other men—not, perhaps, more

journey as uncomplainingly as he could ; he was of Swift's Epigrams. The dream of love ended wicked. If censured for his faults, he would only in disappointment and bitterness :

say to his friends, "Strike—but hear me !"- Vol. Jam nec spes animi credula mutui,

iii., p. 410. Nec certare juvat mero,

We are under no temptation to enlarge on the Nec vincire novis tempora floribus. topic thus dismissed by Dr. Beattie, whose eviHis expenditure in that season had been unwise ;

dence, however, in the opening of the extract, is the folly was brief—and never repeated ; but Dr. important, and will be exceedingly welcome to

His allusions to his friend's desolate Beattie clearly intimates that, notwithstanding the many:

hearth remind us of the lamentation of an ancient pension, now unburthened, the two legacies, and

British bard :the proceeds of a last collective edition of his poems, which he was enabled to put forth in con

God hath provided unpleasant things for me : sequence of the expiring of the copyrights orig

Dead is Morgencu, dead is Mordav,

Dead is Morien, dead are those I love. * inally assigned-he never was, while he remained in London, free from pecuniary annoyance. Some

The constitution was broken long before he republic appearances-especially one at an unusu

paired to Boulogne. The ensuing spring found him ally crowded dinner of the Literary Fund, Prince rapidly sinking. Dr. and Mrs. Beattie hastened Albert in the chair-gave deep pain to his friends, to his side, and joined Miss Campbell in every asand to multitudes who had known him only from siduity that reverence could dictate. The conhis writings. There ensued even grave alarm cluding chapter will be perused with more satisupon his publishing in the newspapers (April,

faction than any other in the doctor's third volume.

Sat est virisse. The end was devout, serene, 1841) an advertisement signed T. C., and with the date of his residence, imploring for an inter- even happy. In his own words :view with a little girl, quite a child, whose coun- The strife is o'er—the pangs of nature close, tenance, contemplated for a moment at Spring

And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes. Gardens Corner, had thrown the sexagenarian June 12th.-He has passed a tolerable nightpoet into a portentous delirium of rapture (vol. sleeping at intervals. By his desire, I again read iii., p. 304.) We do not think we ever saw him the prayers for the sick-followed by various texts later than this ; but well remember that there was

of Scripture, to which he listened with deep atten

tion-suppressing as much as he could the sound a very general satisfaction upon the intelligence of his own breathing, which had become almost lathat, after frequent change of house and lodging borious. At the conclusion he said--It is very in and near London, he had at last resolved to soothing! At another time I read to him passages retire abroad, with the attendance of a niece, who from the Epistles and Gospels-directing his attenhad recently been invited to live with him, and tion, as well as I could, to the comforting assurwho to the end watched over him with the affec- ance they contained of the life and immortality tionate care to which his conduct in all domestic brought to light by the Saviour. When this was

done, I asked him, Do you believe all this? Oh relations had so well entitled him.

yes, he replied with emphasis—I do! His manner He went in September, 1843 ; but the choice all this time was deeply solemn and affecting. of Boulogne was not happy, as all who have any When I began to read the prayers, he raised his notion of the society of that place, and consider hand to his head-took off his nightcap—then, claspthe following sentences, will easily comprehend. ing his hands across his chest, he seemed to real

ize all the feeling of his own triumphant lines :To habitual intemperance he was not addicted. They who said so were ungenerous, unjust ; but

This spirit shall return to Him he would not quarrel with their injustice ; they had

Who gave its heavenly spark; ground, no doubt, for the insinuation. Some minds

Yet think not, sun, it shall be dim remember nothing so distinctly as the failings of

When thou thyself art dark. their unhappy friends. If there were moments of

No! it shall live again, and shine human life, when, in agony of mind, the maxims

In bliss unknown to beams of thine, of prudence might be forgotten—the reins of self

By Him recall’d to breath, control suffered to drop from the hand-such mo

Who captive led captivity, ments he had known. He was alone in the world ;

Who robb'd the grave of victory, his wife, and the child of his hopes, were dead ; his

And took the sting from death! only surviving child was consigned to a living tomb; his old friends-brothers—sisters were dead--all curious book, the Cyclops Christianus, p. 79.

* Merdinn Wylit-quoted by Mr. Herbert in his very

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