In holy anger and pious grief He solemnly cursed that rascally thief! He cursed him at board, he cursed him in bed, He should dream of the devil and wake in a fright. But what gave rise To no little surprise, Nobody seemed one penny the worse! But the poor little jackdaw pined away until His eye so dim, So wasted each limb That heedless of grammar they all cried, That's him ! Then he led them to his nest, and sure enough there was the ring. Then the great Lord Cardinal called for his book, The mute expression Served in lieu of confession. And being thus coupled with full restitution, Another story, "The Knight and the Lady," is even better. It relates how "Sir Thomas the Good was a man of a very contemplative mood, and would pose by the hour o'er a weed or a flower." The Lady Jane, however, would not accompany Sir Thomas on the excursions, being much younger than her spouse, remaining at home engaged in Propounding receipts for some delicate fare, Some toothsome conserve of quince, apple, or pear, With such doings as those This account of her merits must come to a close; Sat her kinsman, McBride, Her cousin, fourteen times removed, as you'll see When among the collateral branches appears While she was a-knitting, Or hemming, or stitching, or darning, or fitting, Some very wise law from some very good book; Some such pious divine as St. Thomas Aquinas ; Or, equally charming, Or else he unravels The voyages and travels Of Hacklutz (how sadly these Dutch names do sully verse), It was always the same, The captain was reading aloud to the dame, Till, from having gone through half the books on the shelf, She was almost as wise as Sir Thomas himself. Sir Thomas disappears, and after a great search is found in a pond, into which he had tumbled while in search of botanical specimens. His pockets are full of eels, which prove so delicious that the Lady Jane suggests that "the body" should be "set again set again" to catch more. Barham lived on terms of social intimacy with the other famous wits of his time, Theodore Hook, Tom Moore, and Sydney Smith, and with the latter in particular was quite intimate. Many are the anecdotes concerning them that still survive. LORD MACAULAY. (1800-1859.) "I WISH," said Lord Melbourne once, "I was as cocksure of anything as Macaulay is of everything." Certain it is that wonderful memory held at instant command the treasures of a vast and varied reading, and among Englishmen since the days of Johnson and Burke no man was so well equipped for conversation as Macaulay. And not for conversation only but for writing also, as his essays and history show. It has been the fashion among critics for the past quarter of a century to depreciate Macaulay, to ridicule his style and challenge his accuracy. Leslie Stephen smiles at his "snip-snap style," John Morley deplores its influence on modern writers, and Abraham Hayward made several successful burlesques of it. Macaulay himself in an entry in his diary says of his style: "I think my manner a very good manner, but it comes near to being a very bad one, and those faults in me which are the most noticeable are those that are the most easily imitated." So his historical accuracy has been questioned by many writers of ability and doubtless there are blots in his history. He was not just to William Penn and he too much magnified his hero, William of Orange, but after all his account of the Revolution of 1688, the causes leading thereto and the results therefrom will remain as the only true account of that eventful period in English history. And as for his style, it was his style and not that of any one else. any one else. The most successful imitators of it are Froude and McMaster, and they sometimes seem the true Amphytrions, because they come very near to having the same mental and literary equipment that Macaulay had. For the excellence of Macaulay's style lies not so much in the crisp sentences, in the striking antitheses and the extreme lucidity, as in the wonderful fulness of allusion and suggestion. It is not the form in which the thought is expressed, admirable as that is, that strikes us, but the matter therein contained. Thackeray, himself a master of style, expresses his opinion of it in the "Round-about Papers": Take at hazard any three pages of the essays or history, and, glimmering below the stream of the narrative, as it were, |