guidance, to waive any of the prerogatives which primogeniture confers. May they continue still in the same mind; and when they shall be seventy-five, and seventy-three years old (I cannot spare them sooner), persist in treating me in my grand climacteric precisely as a stripling, or younger brother!

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James is an inexplicable cousin." Nature hath her unities, which not every critic can penetrate; or, if we feel, we cannot explain them. The pen of Yorick,8 and of none since his, could have drawn J. E. entire -those fine Shandian lights and shades, which make up his story. I must limp after in my poor antithetical manner, as the fates have given me grace and talent. J. E. then to the eye of a common observer at least seemeth made up of contradictory principles. The genuine child of impulse, the frigid philosopher of prudence the phlegm of my cousin's doctrine is invariably at war with his temperament, which is high sanguine. With always some fire-new project in his brain, J. E. is the systematic opponent of innovation, and crier down of everything that has not stood the test of age and experiment. With a hundred fine notions chasing one another hourly in his fancy, he is startled at the least approach to the romantic in others; and, determined by his own sense in everything, commends you to the guidance of common sense on all occasions. With a touch of the eccentric in all which he does, or says, he is only anxious that you should not commit yourself by doing anything absurd or singular. On my once letting slip at table, that I was not fond of a certain popular dish, he begged me at any rate not to say so for the world would think me mad. He disguises a pas

sionate fondness for works of high art (whereof he hath amassed a choice collection), under the pretext of buying only to sell again that his enthusiasm may give no encouragement to yours. Yet, if it were so, why does that piece of tender, pastoral Domenichino 10 hang still by his wall?is the ball of his sight much more dear to him?—or what picturedealer can talk like him?

Whereas mankind in general are observed to warp their speculative conclusions to the bent of their individual humours, his theories are sure to be in diametrical opposition to his constitution. He is courageous as Charles of Sweden,11 upon instinct; chary of his person, upon principle, as a travelling Quaker. He has been preaching up to me, all my life, the doctrine of bowing to the great the necessity of forms, and manner, to a man's getting on in the world. He himself never aims at either, that I can discover,— and has a spirit, that would stand upright in the presence of the Cham of Tartary.12 It is pleasant to hear him discourse of patience — extolling it as the truest wisdom and to see him during the last seven minutes that his dinner is getting ready. Nature never ran up in her haste a more restless piece of workmanship than when she moulded this impetuous cousin — and Art never turned out a more elaborate orator than he can display himself to be, upon his favourite topic of the advantages of quiet, and contentedness in the state, whatever it be, that we are placed in. He is triumphant on this theme, when he has you safe in one of those short stages that ply for the western road, in a very obstructing manner, at the foot of John Murray's 13 street where you get in when it is

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empty, and are expected to wait till the vehicle hath completed her just freight—a trying three-quarters of an hour to some people. He wonders at your fidgetiness, "where could we be better than we are, thus sitting, thus consulting?" 14" prefers, for his part, a state of rest to locomotion," with an eye all the while upon the coachman till at length, waxing out of all patience, at your want of it, he breaks out into a pathetic remonstrance at the fellow for detaining us so long over the time which he had professed, and declares peremptorily, that "the gentleman in the coach is determined to get out, if he does not drive on that instant."

Very quick at inventing an argument, or detecting a sophistry, he is incapable of attending you in any chain of arguing. Indeed he makes wild work with logic; and seems to jump at most admirable conclusions by some process, not at all akin to it. Consonantly enough to this, he hath been heard to deny, upon certain occasions, that there exists such a faculty at all in man as reason; and wondereth how man came first to have a conceit of it-enforcing his negation with all the might of reasoning he is master of. He has some speculative notions against laughter, and will maintain that laughing is not natural to him— when peradventure the next moment his lungs shall crow like Chanticleer. He says some of the best things in the world and declareth that wit is his aversion. It was he who said, upon seeing the Eton boys at play in their grounds— What a pity to think, that these fine ingenuous lads in a few years will all be changed into frivolous Members of Parliament !

His youth was fiery, glowing, tempestuous and in

age he discovereth no symptom of cooling. This is that which I admire in him. I hate people who meet Time half-way. I am for no compromise with that inevitable spoiler. While he lives, J. E. will take his swing. It does me good, as I walk towards the street of my daily avocation, on some fine May morning, to meet him marching in a quite opposite direction, with a jolly handsome presence, and shining sanguine face, that indicates some purchase in his eye. a Claude 15. or a Hobbima16 for much of his enviable leisure is consumed at Christie's," and Phillips's-or where not, to pick up pictures, and such gauds. On these occasions he mostly stoppeth me, to read a short lecture on the advantages a person like me possesses above himself, in having his time occupied with business which he must do assureth me that he often feels it hang heavy on his hands — wishes he had fewer holidays and goes off Westward Ho!-chanting a tune to Pall Mall 18 perfectly convinced that he has convinced me — while I proceed in my opposite direction tuneless.

It is pleasant again to see this Professor of Indifference doing the honours of his new purchase, when he has fairly housed it. You must view it in every light till he has found the best placing it at this distance, and at that, but always suiting the focus of your sight to his own. You must spy at it through your fingers, to catch the aërial perspective—though you assure him that to you the landscape shows much more agreeable without that artifice. Woe be to the luckless wight, who does not only not respond to his rapture, but who should drop an unseasonable intimation of preferring one of his anterior bargains to the present! The last

is always his best hit his "Cynthia of the minute."19 Alas! how many a mild Madonna have I known to come in a Raphael! 20-keep its ascendency for a few brief moons - then, after certain intermedial degradations from the front drawing-room to the back gallery, thence to the dark parlour, adopted in turn by each of the Carracci,21 under successive lowering ascriptions of filiation, mildly breaking its fall— consigned to the oblivious lumber-room, go out at last a Lucca Giordano, 22 or plain Carlo Maratti! 23 — which things when I beheld -musing upon the chances and mutabilities of fate below, hath made me to reflect upon the altered condition of great personages, or that woful Queen of Richard the Second

-set forth in pomp,

She came adorned hither like sweet May.

Sent back like Hollowmass or shortest day.24

With great love for you, J. E. hath but a limited sympathy with what you feel or do. He lives in a world of his own, and makes slender guesses at what passes in your mind. He never pierces the marrow of your habits. He will tell an old established play-goer, that Mr. Such-a-one, of So-and-so (naming one of the theatres), is a very lively comedian — as a piece of news! He advertised me but the other day of some pleasant green lanes which he had found out for me, knowing me to be a great walker, in my own immediate vicinity who have haunted the identical spot any time these twenty years! He has not much respect for that class of feelings which goes by the name of sentimental. He applies the definition of real evil to bodily suffering exclusively — and rejecteth all others as imaginary. He is affected by the sight, or the bare