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nothing more imaginative and awful than the passage 
 Arcades ipsum
 Credunt se vidisse Jovem," &c.
 
  
"In describing the weight of sorrow and fear on Dido's mind, 
Virgil shews great knowledge of human nature, especially in  
that exquisite touch of feeling, 
 Hoc visum nulli, non ipsi effata sorori."
 
  
"The ministry of confession is provided to satisfy the  
natural desire for some relief from the load of grief. Here, 
as in so many other respects, the Church of Rome adapts  
herself with consummate skill to our nature, and is strong  
by our weakness." 
  
"I cannot account for Shakspeare's low estimate of his own  
writings, except from the sublimity, the super-humanity, of  
his genius. They were infinitely below his conception of  
what they might have been and ought to have been." 
  
"The mind often does not think when it thinks that it is  
thinking. If we were to give our whole soul to anything, as  
the bee does to the flower, I conceive there would be little 
difficulty in any intellectual enjoyment. Hence there is no  
excuse for obscurity in writing." 
  
"One of the noblest things in Milton is the description of  
that sweet quiet morning in the 'Paradise Regained,' after  
that terrible night of howling wind and storm. The contrast  
is divine." 
  
"The works of the old English dramatists are the gardens of  
our language." 
  
"The influence of Locke's Essay was not due to its own  
merits, which are considerable; but to external  
circumstances. It came forth at a happy opportunity, and  
coincided with the prevalent opinions of the time. The  
Jesuit doctrines concerning the Papal power in deposing  
kings, and absolving subjects from their allegiance , had  
driven some Protestant theologians to take refuge in the  
theory of the divine right of kings. This theory was  
unpalatable to the world at large, and others invented the  
more popular doctrine of a social contract in its place; a  
doctrine which history refutes. But Locke did what he could  
to accomodate this principle to his own system." 
  
"The Tragedy of Othello, Plato's records of the last scenes  
of the career of Socrates, and Isaac Walton's Life of George 
Herbert, are the most pathetic of human compositions." 
The biographical details of these volumes are so few in  
number and so little varied in character that we have not  
attempted to abridge them, and in the foregoing remarks have 
nearly confined ourselves to the consideration of the memoir 
as a commentary on the words of Wordsworth. A few changes of 
abode, frequent wanderings in Great Britain, occasional  
tours on the continent, a ceaseless round of study in the  
open air, and reading the best books at home, family duties  
and pleasures, the cultivation and improvement of his plot  
of ground at Rydal Mount, and the society of wise and good  
men, compose the simple yet noble annals of the  
self-sustained and art-devoted poet. His honours accumulated 
with increase of age; and it was no ordinary addition to the 
claims of the late Sir Robert Peel to his country's  
gratitude that he was mainly instrumental in procuring for  
Southey his second and larger pension, and for Wordsworth  
the laureate wreath as the visible crown and consummation of 
the "unfading bays" he had already earned for himself. Dr.  
Wordsworth's memoirs of his relative are sufficient for  
immediate purposes; with some defects, which we have freely  
exposed, they present us with a faithful outline of their  
original. But the lives of both Southey and Wordsworth  
remain to be written, and, perhaps,cannot be written  
satisfactorily until a generation or two have passed away.  
We will conclude our account of the volumes before us with  
Wordsworth's touching reflections, in a letter to an  
American correspondent, upon his own survivorship among the  
poets of his generation. 
  
"My absence from home was not of more than three weeks. I  
took the journey to London solely to pay my respects to the  
Queen upon my appointment to the laureateship upon the  
decease of my friend Mr. Southey. The weather was very cold, 
and I caught an inflammation in one of my eyes, which  
rendered my stay in the south very uncomfortable. I  
nevertheless did, in respect to the object of my journey,  
all that was required. The reception given me by the Queen  
at her ball was most gracious. Mrs. Everett, the wife of  
your minister, among many others, was a witness to it,  
without knowing who I was. It moved her to the shedding of  
tears. This effect was on part produced, I suppose, by  
American habits of feeling, as pertaining to a republican  
government. To see a gray-haired man of seventy-five years  
kneeling down in a large assembly to kiss the hand of a  
young woman is a 
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