The Sun.
London, England, 1846-08-13 00:00:00

FOURTH OF JULY IN MEXICO.

Advices from New Orleans to the evening of the 15th
have been received at Washington, with letters from
Matamoras of July 3 and 5.
General Taylor announced to two of the regiments on
the 4th, that in a few days he would have boats to tran- ,
sport them to Camargo, whence he would put them
directly in motion for Monterey, and if they got no fight
before the summer closed, it would not be his fault.
The papers of Texas and Matamoras are full of details
of the celebration of the 4th. The rains were holding
up. Some sickness prevailed, mostly bowel complaints.
The measles had appeared in Mark's regiment, and seve-
ral men were down with the complaint.
Mr. D. E. Gray had arrived in Reynosa from the
upper country, by way of Monterey, and reported the
Mexicans full of apathy to the war.
Five hundred Mexican volunteers at Monclova had
refused to serve on hearing of Taylor's victories.
Some disaffection among the Louisiana volunteers had
appeared, but it would be settled, having been referred
to General Smith. The wounded and sick were doing
well at Fort Polk.
Accounts from the Army, dated at Matamoras, July
8, and at Point Isabel, July 11, have come forward by
mail, having been received at New Orleans on the 15th,
per steamer New York. Letters from Reynosa had
been received as late as the 30th June. We are in-
debted to the editors of the New Orleans Picayune for
an extra, containing their correspondence, which has
been anticipated in part by the telegraph. General
Taylor had ten steamers at Matamoras, with which to
move his rapidly increasing forces up the river, on the
.way to Monterey, via Reynosa, and which was
being accomplished as rapidly as possible. The
United States revenue cutter Forward, the schooner
Flirt, and the British brig of war Rose were
off Point Isabel. The Empressario, aground on the bar,
had been got off. The 4th of July was duly celebrated
at all the encampments. Considerable alarm prevailed
among the Mexicans, in consequence of the discharges
of artillery in the morning. Many of them fled from
their houses, but returned on learning the cause of the
" great sko.re." Corporal Mervin, a Louisiana volunteer,
was accidentally killed on the 4th, by the rebound of a line
attached to the steamer Aid. Another paper, the Anteri
can Flag, has been established at Matamoras. The
Rerille is now printed exclusively in English. The 7th
Infantry moved up to Camarago on the 6th instant.
Captain M'Cullough's Rangers whilst out on a scout in
the vicinity of Reynosa, capturred three of the party
who were engaged in the Rodger's massscre on the Sal
Colorado some two months ago. One of the three ma-
naged to escape, but the other two are in safe keeping
at Reynosa. They will be sent down to Gen. Taylor

the first opportunity.
A ball having been given at Monterey to General
Arista's retreating forces, among those who offered their
hands for a waltz with the Mexican ladies, were some of
the fellows who had danced so nimbly to a different
tune at the Itesaca. The answer of the ladies was noble,
and at the same time cutting to a degree :—" We do
not dance with our own sex 1" Matamoras wears the
appearance of a faubourg of New Orleans, and partakes
of some of its characteristics, numerous dis-
graceful scenes having occurred on the night
preceding the fourth. Five or six Mexicans
are said to have been killed by drunken brawlers, Texian
camp followers. General Henderson, of Texas, was
recovering from a severe attack of illness from which he
had suffered. Colonel Lewis P. Cook had also been
very ill, and it was at one time reported that he was
dead. He was convalescent at last accounts. The
steamer New York brought as passengers Colonel
M'lntosh and son, Lieutenant Bibb, Lieutenant Power,
and Lieutenant Lown, Twenty discharged soldiers also
came over in her. Colonel M'lntosh has recovered in a
great measure from his wounds. General Taylor has
issued the following :
Head Quarters, Army of Occupation, No. 59.
Matamoras, July 3, 1846.
Sir,—lt has been brought to my notice that an omis-
sion occarred in my detailed report of the action of the
9th, which I beg leave to supply immediately after the
mention of Lieut. Colonel Mackintosh's being" twice
severely wounded :"
" The command of the sth Infantry then devolved
upon Major Staniford, who conducted it with zeal and
ability to the close of the engagement."
I need hardly say, that this omission was entirely ac-
cidental, and I beg, as an act of justice to Major Sta-
niford as well as myself, that the above paragraph may
be inserted in the original report, and may receive the
same publicity.—l am, Sir, very respectfully, your
obedient servant,

Z. TAYLOR,
Brevet Major General
The Adjutant General of the Army.

(Signed)

f 'BEARD'S PHOTOGRAPHY.—In- former notices of Mr.
Beard's success, in carrying out and improving upon
Daguerre's magnificent discovery, that painting can be exe-
cuted with a "pencil of light," we have expressed our anti-
cipation, that, in the progress of "Photography," the scien-
tific patentee would at length arrive at the power of fixing
upon his plates not only form, or that simple modification of
colour, which is called light and shade, but even colour itself,
in all its combinations. Of course, in speaking of such anti-
cipations, we had no idea of any " touching up," or painting
over the photagraphic picture after the sun had done his
work. We expected that the time would come, and, before
long, when Mr. Beard would be able to catch the rays, and
permanently stamp them on his panels, not merely in theirwhite
union or prismatic dispersion, but in every variety of combina-
tion which the eye of Rembrandt has observed, and the hand
of Reubens vainly endeavoured to imitate. The last specimens
of photography which we have seen from Mr. Beard's studio
at the Royal Polytechnic Institution, convinces us that we
have not hoped too much. It happens, strangely enough, that
the first approach to the production of colours by the pho-
tographic process, is found in the EYES! whereas in those,
the most expressive and soul-speaking of the features, it
bad always been observed that pictures produced in this
way were especially defective—that, in fact, the eyes were
ghtnecesbesitylhe complexion of
always more or less cold, ghastly,
and inexpres-
sive; and were,always of one
colour, whatever might
the countenance which it was intended to pourtray. We
now find the various tints of the iris preserved upon Mr.
Beard's photographic plate, with as much delicacy as those
minute and fine touches of form, which no pencil of artist
could imitate, and which hitherto have formed the unmatch-
able excellence of photographic portraits. The portraits of
some children with very light, delicate blue eyes, just issued
from Mr. Beard's laboratory, are extraordinary as well as
beautiful specimens of the perfection to which that gentle-
man has brought life in portraiture.
REDUCTION OF WAGES. ASIITON-UNDER-LYNE,
AUGUST 11.—The master roller turners of Stockport, Park-
bridge, Oldham, Ashton-under Lyne, Dukingfield, and other
places, have given notice to their workmen that at the ex-
piration of the next fortnightly Pay they would be under the
necessity of reducing their wages to the amount of five per
cent., owing to the badness of trade. This announcement
has created considerable feeling amongst the turners of this
district, who appear determined to oppose it, and for this
purpose they convened a delegated meeting on Monday, at
the house of Mr. Thomas Moss, the Grapes Inn, Ashton-
under-Lyne, when, the subject having been fully discussed,
they passed the following resolution i--46 That we unani-
mously agree to work four days in the week, should circum-
stances in connexion with the trade require it, but on no
account will we submit to the proposed reduction of 5 per
cent. of our wages." Several other branches of mill workers
are threatened with reductions, and they are at the present
time again forming themselves into unions to resist them.
The power-loom weavers of the town of Stalybridge are
holding a public meeting of their numerous body this even-
ing,for the purpose of carrying out the principles of union.

CRITICAL ALNDITHEI
RA s
TOTR IcRA
ESSAYS. By
Thom Babington Macaulay. 3 Vols. Fourth Edition.
criticism upon essays which are in themselves criti-
cirims, appears, and with some reason, to be one of the
aomalies of literature. Every one must perceive this
Lpon reading any of the innumerable commentaries
• which have been written upon the labours of Dacier,
:and Johnson, and Gifford, and the rest of that honour-
':able fraternity. Our remarks therefore, upon these
-twenty-three essays, first published in the Edinburgh
Review, must necessarily possess that characteristic;
-they must necessarily be anomalous. We will acknow-
ledge, moreover, that the many excellencies contained
in these volumes, the luxuriance, and yet the polish, of
the composition ; the subtlety, and yet the transparency,
of the analysis ; the splendour, and yet the propriety,
of the diction ; the simplicity, and yet the enthusiasm,
of the eloquence ; all of which qualities are now generally
recognised, andgenerally admired, render any recommen-
dation of them altogether superfluous. The principalpur-
pose, therefore, in the present notice is one of comment
rather than of anatomy. We would avail ourselves of
the opportunity presented, by a new edition of these
productions, to particularise the various peculiarities of
Mr. Macaulay's style—peculiarities which sometimes
adorn the pages with a novel and beautiful lustre, but
which might occasionally fascinate any inexperienced
peruser in a wrong direction. The compositions of Mr.
Macaulay are unike the compositions of any other
writer ; they are as dissimilar to Gibbon's compo-
sitions' as Gibbon's are to Johnson's, or Johnson's
to Addison's. The construction of the sentences
although always in accordance with the rubrics of
grammar, is occasionally new even to eccentricity.
The language is invariably selected with the most fas-
tidious taste ; the foreign words which have been im-
perceptibly engrafted upon out native tongue are rejected ;
the words of a purely Saxon origin abound in every
paragraph, conveying the ideas vigorous and musically.
We know no writer who so entirely gains the
mastery over the prejudices of his reader as Mr. Macau-
lay. His manner is singularly disputatious; but, as he
himself says of the late Lord Holland, it is " cour-
teously and pleasingly disputatious." His themes ap-
pear to have been usually selected for the purpose of
rectifying some prodigious mis-statement, of disabusing
the public mind of some egregious misconception, of
placing important events or extraordinary charac-
ters in their true light, whenever they have
been misrepresented, either by unnecessary aspersions
or undeserved panegyrics. For example—the review
of Mr. Robert Montgomery's poems was a wholesome
castigation of all poetasters, and it was, we believe, the
first manly criticism that revealed the fact to certain
credulous old gentlemen and elderly ladies, that the man
whose books they were encouraging edition after
edition, whose busts were on their mantlepieces,
and whose portraits were in their picture frames,
was, after all, little else than a literary charlatan ;
that his sublimity was rant, his tenderness puerility, his
grandeur fustian, his rhymes doggrel. Again, the
article on Machiavelli was a noble and successful effort
to redeem a very eminent man from an obloquy which
was not only undeserved but which had been sanctioned
by the acquiescence of entire empires and successive
generations. Mr. Macaulay, in this admirable paper,
reasoned that the principles inculcated by the great Tus-
can statesman in his somewhat notorious " Prince" were
merely such as were in vogue among the politicians
of his age—that they were principles in which his con-
temporaries recognised no depravity—that they were
published without malice prepense—that the author of
" The Prince" was at heart a patriot, and inclined to
promote good government, and that whatever atrocity
is discoverable in those principles should in justice
be charged to the generation of which Ma-
chiavelli was an unit, and not to Machiavelli
individually, merely because he happened to expound
those principles with more perspicuity and brilliancy
than any other of his countrymen. In the audacity of
this endeavour to correct a blunder which had been con-
firmed by the accordance of millions, and by the lapse
of centuries there was something chivalrous; and in the
complete triumph of that endeavour there was some-
thing solemn and affecting. Mr. Macaulay did,
with less labour, but with equal success, for Machia-
velli what Mr. Carlyle has subsequently done
for Cromwell. Both men have been reviled with
the intensest acrimony ; one as the most callous and in-
tollerant of hypocrites, the other as the most vicious
and shameless of villains. Oliver Cromwell, before Mr.
Carlyle undertook his vindication, had been scorned as
the very impersonation of religious cant ; the digging
up of his dead body, and the hanging of it up in chains
upon a gibbet at Tyburn was regarded by the multitude as
an ignominy not wholly unmerited ; the figure of the
Protector shedding tears in his paroxysms of devotion,
and alternately thumbing the Bible and fingering his
matchlock, was regarded as the most contemptible spe-
cimen of the most heartless hypocrisy. Machiavelli, on
the other hand, had been abhorred as the advocate
of a diabolical system of despotism ; his memory
was execrated as infamous ; his writings were
condemned as demoralising, both by civil and
ecclesiastical tribunals; the blackest crimes since perpe-
trated by tyrants have been attributed to the influence
of his accursed doctrines, and in our own country his
name has actuallybecome incorporated with the language
as a synonyme for villainy and depravity. Mr. Carlyle
has, by a quaint earnestness and a felicity of
candour, revealed to us the true Cromwell.

Mr. Macaulay has, by a most lucid and a
most graceful exposition of an epoch is Italian
history, revealed to us the true Machiavelli. That fog
of prejudice which had intercepted the popular view of
those men, and which had distorted them into the most
monstrous deformity, was dispelled. The distance of
centuries became suddenly nullified by the clearness of
the medium of vision, and we beheld the veritable
forms of those veritable men, with all their real
imperfections and all their real merits. Miss Balcombe,
in her "Recollections of Napoleon," tells us, if our
memory be not marvellously deceived, that when quite
a child, at " The Briars," in St. llelena, she shuddered
at the terrible news that Bonaparte was approaching the
house. Her imagination was filled with the phantom of
a hideous ogre, with flaming eyes, and bristling hair, and
hands armed with talons, and jaws ever ready to devour a
fresh victim of his demonised and bloodthirsty nature.
Nor was this creature of her fancy annihilated until she
saw a horseman, surrounded by a brilliant staff of
officers, galloping over her father's lawn—until she saw
a small, but symmetrical form—until she looked into his
benign and beautiful countenance, listened to the gentle
intonations of his voice, and was told that this was
Napoleon. The ogre of Miss Balcombe's imagination
was not more unreal or extravagant than the ogres of
Cromwell and Machiavelli, such as the populace had
pictured to themselves before Mr. Macaulay and Mr.
Carlyle had boldly advanced and impeached the judg-
ment of millions of their predecessors : nor were the
people less amazed on first beholding the real Machia-
velli and the real Cromwell than was Miss Balcombe on
first beholding the real Napoleon. We have been
lured into this digression from the importance
which we are inclined to attach to this particular
essay; because, moreover, we would direct the attention
of those to it who may by possibility have hitherto re-
mained ignorant of its character; and especially because
we conceive, that in that single article are com-
prised all the most remarkable and beautiful pecu-
liarities of its eminent author. His impassioned
and melodious expostulations ; his elucidations
by skilful antitheses; his logical enumeration of
facts and arguments ; his exquisite and sometimes
fantastic metaphors ; his striking alternations of abrupt-
ness and fluency ; his earnestness, his zeal for truth, his
love of brilliant and startling thoughts ; the silver melody
and exceeding purity of his diction. If Mr.
Macaulay possesses one faculty in writing
more remarkably than another it is the faculty of
illustration. His mind teems with an astonishing
profusion of images for the symbolising of any idea.
Classical literature, history, the productions or phases
of nature, poetry, the fine arts, fiction, manufactures,
everything by turn supplies him with a similitude, dis-
playing at once the ingenuity of his fancy, the facile
obedience of his memory, the abundance and the range
of his erudition. By one of these adroit metaphors
he will, moreover, convey a juster notion of
his meaning to the reader than another man
would do in a dozen elaborate paragraphs of explana-
tion; they often throw a glare of light upon a matter
that an instant before was enveloped in darkness; what
was previously indistinct to the extremest limits of
obscurity, under their influence, becomes suddenly
comprehensible to 'the most mediocre understand-
ing. Sometimes, indeed, his illustrations in this
manner are so unexpected, and there is such a
vivid analogy between the two things compared as lite-
rally amounts to wit, and wit of the most sterling and
lustrous description. Thus, in the paper already parti-
cularised, he compares the double character com-
bined in the intellect of Machiavelli to "the va-
riegated threads of shot silk, the combination of
which gives to the whole texture a glancing and
ever-clanging appearance." The comparison also drawn
between the poetical schools of Pope and Milton, and
the pictures of Paradise, as represented in an old wood-
cut and a masterpiece of painting, is inimitable.— Vide.
Vol. 1.,p. 329. We might, indeed, enumerate multi-
tudes f these similes, were it not utterly a matter of
supererogation, seeing that there is scarcely a single
page that is not decorated by them, scarcely a
single subject that does not evoke them, scarcely
a single train of ideas in the three volumes that does
not derive from them much adventitious brightness and
many most charming associations. Another striking
peculiarity in the compositions of Mr. Macaulay is that
of ingenious contrasts. Here our author is always
and singularly happy. His contrast of the Puritan and
and the old Cavalier (Vol. 1., p. 49-55) ; his contradis-
tinction between the ancient philosophy and the modern
philosophy (Vol. IL, p. 396-404) ; his comparison of
I)ante and Milton, of Essex and Villiers, with a variety
of others, too numerous to particularise, are, in
their way, perfect specimens of the chiaroscuro
of letters. They impart a remarkable vividness
to the delineations ; they bring out events in
distinct groups, such as are readily seized by the
imagination and indelibly imprinted on the memory;
they give the keenest chiselling to the features of a face,
and the brightest colouring to the portraiture of an
occurrence. Among the three-and-twenty distinct
papers comprised in this collection, we should be embar-
rassed to make a selection of the most meritorious.
The apple of Paris was not reserved from a deeper
sense of incapacity to arrive at a decision than
would our judgment be withheld in this par-
ticular. Whatever article we have perused the latest
we prefer to its companions : every additional perusal
alters our opinion. Nevertheless each of the essays,
whether historical or critical, possesses some especial
attraction peculiar to itself, and in which it admits of no
competition. Mr. Macaulay is gifted with an intellect
at once asthetical and contemplative. He is equally at
home when expatiating upon the elements of high art,
or in accounting for the motives of a statesman. His
elaborate disquisition upon Lord Bacon is a splendid
tribute of reverence to one of the greatest minds

that was ever granted to mortal, while it rigidly ad-
heres t i the statement of those mournful facts which
invest the glorious memory of that man with so much
of incongruous shame and infamy. The intellectual
strength and moral weakness of our noblest philosopher
are there pourtrayed with the utmost impartiality. The
same veneration for truth, kindles the writer's enthusiasm
in one instance, and arouses his indignation in the other.
He is consistent to his own tenets ; he acts upon his ab-
horrence for what in one place he designates " the Lues
Roswelliana, or disease of admiration ;" in another,
" the id ola tribes," and in a third " the Furor Bi ographi-
ens:" He contemns, and with the strictest justice that
leniency to faults, that tendency to eulogium,
that indiscriminate partiality evinced by biographers
for the personages whose characters they have
undertaken to define. Loving eternal truth and
immutable justice better than sounding names, Mr.
Macaulay reprobates Bacon where Bacon deserves repro-
bation, and reverences him where he deserves reverence.
And, as an evidence that our author is not incapable of
entertaining some sentiments of enthusiastic admiration
for an illustrious memory where the memory is suffi-
ciently illustrious and unsullied to justify such sentiments,
it is pleasant to peruse that earnest termination of his paper
on Milton, where he pictures himself in the presence of the
poet, and continues, " We image to ourselves the breath-
less silence in which we should listen -to his slightest word,
and the passionate veneration with which we should kneel
to kiss his hand and weep upon it." Notwithstanding the
apology (volunteered by the writer himself, in his pre •
face) for this essay being " overloaded with gaudy and un-
graceful ornament," and notwithstanding that this blemish
is really apparent towards its commencement, especially
in that redundant sentence where he speaks of the muse
of Milton being able " to skim the earth, to soar above the
clouds, to bathe in the Elysian dew of the rainbow, and to
inhale the balmy smells of nerd and cassia, which the mushy
wings of the zephyr scatter through the cedared alleys of the
Hesperides ;"—notwithstanding all this, our partiality
for this paper on the divine genius of the writer
of Paradise Lost is cordial and unaffected.
It is eloquent with the heart's devotion, and is teeming
with a thousand original and picturesque fancies. If
indeed for nothing else, that essay would be particu-
larly valuable as a proof of how the ornate splendour of
a young author can be modulated to a style as mellow
and as luminous as that in which Mr. Macaulay now
writes: how the abundance of blossoms and of foliage
may be succeeded by blooming and delicious fruit.
Such fruit, for example, as the essay on Lord Clive, on Sir
William Temple, on John Hampden, on Boswell's Life of
Johnson. The criticism on Croker's edition of Boswell
is, to our thinking, one of the finest pieces in these three
volumes. It begins with a terrible enumeration of the
blemishes introduced into that inimitable biography ;
blemishes as much resulting from the ignorance as the
carelessness of its incompetent and self-sufficient editor.
It then eulogises the production of that Prince of
Toadies, Boswell, while it covers the latter with
the deadly poison of ridicule. The passages
which follow this, illustrative of the progress
of literature, but especially of poetry, during the John-
sonian era, are blended with judicious comments upon
the powers and the weaknesses of that great sage—that
man who could " grapple with a whole library," and
yet could not conquer the most puerile superstitions !
Among the most elaborate of Mr. Macaulay's critical
essays are the one on Hallam's Constitutional History,
the one on Sir James Mackintosh, the one on Southey's
Colloquies on Society, the one on Leigh Hunt, and the one
on Horace Walpole. They are all characterised by a
fastidious yet liberal taste, a lively perception of the
idiosyncrasies of the various writers, and a stern and
inflexible regard to accuracy. Among the historical are
those on the Earl of Chatham, the Succession in Spain,
Burleigh and his Times, Ranke's History of the Popes,
Warren Hastings, and others already mentioned.
From the singular impartiality displayed in
the latter, as well as from the lucid manner
of the narration, we may be readily justified in looking
forward with the most sanguine anticipations to the
great history which Mr. Macaulay is understood to have
in preparation. Nevertheless, if we might be permitted
to presume upon any recommendation of the kind, we
would earnestly and respectfully commend Mr.
Macaulay to digest one or two of his conclusions
upon events in English history before his volume
be permitted to issue from the press. We
would, fer instance, hope that his acute mind
might before then re-investigate the ecclesiastical con-
duct, so to speak, of Sir Thomas More, that he would
re-peruse the "Apology" of that great man, and especially
the thirty-sixth chapter, and after so doing he would
divest himself of what we believe, from our hearts, to be
the erroneous opinion that Sir Thomas More was guilty
of fanatical intolerance. The article upon Warren
Hastings may be particularised as perhaps the
most elaborate composition in these three splendid
volumes. It is not unworthy of being a compendium
and counterpoise to the grandest philippic of modern
times ; it corrects the indignation aroused by the rheto-
rical libels of Sheridan ; it places in a correct light a
subject which has possibly been more repeataly and
more egregiously misrepresented than any connected with
the atrocities of war and the woes of misgovernment.
It explains, that while Governor-General Hastings
was most reprehensible for selling the English
troops to Sujah Dowlah, for a purpose so
execrable as the conquest of the unoffending Rohillas,
the massacre of an innocent race, and the devastation of
a peaceful country, those directors of the East India
Company who were the foremost to wreak vengeance upon
Warren Hastings scere no less guilty than himself. That
when they recommended him to govern the Indian mil-
lions with leniency, and at the same time required him to
remit thousands of specie from an impoverished exchequer
they were tempting him to the commission of fraud and
despotism. Hastings is likewise vindicated from the
charge of murder, in causing the execution of Maharajah
Nuncomar, the great Brahmin; the whole obloquy of
that et uel deed being cast upon Chief Justice Sir Elijah
Impey. Throughout the literary labours of Mr.
Macaulay, it is as impossible not to recognise his pro-
found and untiring reverence for Truth as it is not
to discern the erudition of the scholar and the
accomplishments of the rhetorician in his musical periods
and antithetical climaxes. One brief, but touching and
eloquent paper, will elicit the praise of every reader—
we mean the beautiful tribute of affection and respect to
the memory and genius of Lord Holland. We have
spoken more than once of Mr. Macaulay's eloquence as
a writer, and we would have it particularly observed
that the word is not here employed as a mere hack
phrase in criticism. Those who have perused Mr.
Macaulay's productions will readily comprehend how
fully the expression " eloquence" may be applied to
them—how much, in that characteristic, those produc-
tions are akin to the Parliamentary orations of the Pay-
master of her Majesty's Forces—what an intimate ana-
logy subsists in this respect between his "Essays," his
speeches, and his " Lays of Ancient Rome." Who does
not, for instance, remember that noble passage com-
memorative of the antiquity and the stability of the
Catholic Church, terminating with that superb image of
her existence in undiminished vigour—" When some
traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast
solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London-
bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's?" It would be
frivolous, however, to endeavour to give any isolated
passage as a specimen of these writings. It would be
the fool of Hierocles all over again, bringing a brick as a
sample of his house. Mr. Macaulay has, indeed, given
us more than a mere inkling of his literary powers ; and
though be himself may regard these essays within-
difference, as unworthy of what he feels himself capable
of accomplishing, they are anything but unworthy of a
language which has been adorned by a Gibbon, a Gold-
smith, and a Burke. Mr. Macaulay may be privileged to
depreciate these volumes, as he appears to do in his
simple and dignified preface, but others will not be in-
fluenced even by that authoritative depreciation. Though
sometimes abrupt, even to rigidity and ruggedness, the
style is always luminous, the sentiments generally just,
and the earnestness invariably unaffected. The vo-
-umes will live to posterity.