agreed. The poet nobly rejected the|tory with which their names are imoffered promotion. mortally connected, how the old English word comes up, and that old English feeling of what I should like to call Christian honor! What gentlemen they were, what great hearts they had! "We can, my dear Coll," writes Nelson to him, "have no little jealousies; we have only one great object in view, that of meeting the enemy, and getting a glorious peace for our country." At Trafalgar, when the " Royal Sovereign was pressing alone into the midst of the combined fleets, Lord Nelson said to Captain Blackwood: "See how that noble fellow, Collingwood, takes his ship into action! How I envy him!" The very same throb and impulse of heroic generosity was beating in Collingwood's honest bosom. As he led into the fight, he said: "What would Nelson give to be here!"

I have," he wrote, "a pension of 2001. a year conferred upon me by the good offices of my old friend C. Wynn, and I have the laureateship. The salary of the latter was immediately appropriated, as far as it went, to a life-insurance for 3,000l., which, with an earlier insurance, is the sole provision I have made for my family. All beyond must be derived from my own industry. Writing for a livelihood, a livelihood is all that I have gained; for, having also something better in view, and never, therefore, having courted popularity, nor written for the mere sake of gain, it has not been possible for me to lay by any thing. Last year, for the first time in my life, I was provided with a year's expenditure beforehand. This exposition may show how unbecoming and unwise it would be to accept the rank which, so greatly to my honor, you have solicited for me."

How noble his poverty is, compared to the wealth of his master! His acceptance even of a pension was made the object of his opponents' satire: but think of the merit and modesty of this State pensioner; and that other enormous drawer of public money, who receives 100,000l. a year, and comes to Parliament with a request for 650,000l. more!

Another true knight of those days was Cuthbert Collingwood; and I think, since heaven made gentlemen, there is no record of a better one than that. Of brighter deeds, I grant you, we may read performed by others; but where of a nobler, kinder, more beautiful life of duty, of a gentler, truer heart? Beyond dazzle of success and blaze of genius, I fancy shining a hundred and a hundred times higher, the sublime purity of Collingwood's gentle glory. His heroism stirs British hearts when we recall it. His love, and goodness, and piety make one thrill with happy emotion. As one reads of him and his great comrade going into the vic

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After the action of the 1st of June, he writes:-"We cruised for a few days, like disappointed people looking for what they could not find, until the morning of little Sarah's birthday, between eight and nine o'clock, wher the French fleet, of twenty-five sail of the line, was discovered to windward. We chased them, and they bore down within about five miles of us. The night was spent in watching and preparation for the succeeding day; and many a blessing did I send forth to my Sarah, lest I should never bless her more. At dawn, we made our approach on the enemy, then drew up, dressed our ranks, and it was about eight when the admiral made the signal for each ship to engage her opponent, and bring her to close action; and then down we went under a crowd of sail, and in a manner that would have animated the coldest heart, and struck terror into the most intrepid enemy. The ship we were to

engage was two ahead of the French admiral, so we had to go through his fire and that of two ships next to him, and received all their broadsides two or three times, before we fired a gun. It was then near ten

o'clock. I observed to the admiral, | were the last sacred words he said to

that about that time our wives were going to church, but that I thought the peal we should ring about the Frenchman's ear would outdo their parish bells."

There are no words to tell what the heart feels in reading the simple phrases of such a hero. Here is a victory and courage, but love sublimer and superior. Here is a Christian soldier spending the night before battle in watching and preparing for the succeeding day, thinking of his dearest home, and sending many blessings forth to his Sarah, "lest he should never bless her more.' Who would not say Amen to his supplication ? It was a benediction to his country the prayer of that intrepid loving heart.

We have spoken of a good soldier and good men of letters as specimens of English gentlemen of the age just past may we not also- many of my elder hearers, I am sure, have read, and fondly remember his delightful story speak of a good divine, and mention Reginald Heber as one of the best of English gentlemen? The charming poet, the happy possessor of all sorts of gifts and accomplishments, birth, wit, fame, high character, competence he was the beloved parish priest in his own home of Hoderel, " counselling his people in their troubles, advising them in their difficulties, comforting them in distress, kneeling often at their sick beds at the hazard of his own life; exhorting, encouraging where there was need; where there was strife the peacemaker; where there was want the free giver."

his weeping people. He parted with them, knowing, perhaps, he should see them no more. Like those other good men of whom we have just spoken, love and duty were his life's aim. Happy he, happy they who were so gloriously faithful to both! He writes to his wife those charming lines on his journey:

"If thou, my love, wert by my side, my babies at my knee,

How gladly would our pinnace glide o'er Gunga's mimic sea!

I miss thee at the dawning gray, when, on our deck reclined,

In careless ease my limbs I lay and woo the cooler wind.

I miss thee when by Gunga's stream my
twilight steps I guide;

But most beneath the lamp's pale beam
I miss thee by my side.

I spread my books, my pencil try, the
lingering noon to cheer;

But miss thy kind approving eye, thy meek attentive ear.

But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee,

I feel, though thou art distant far, thy
prayers ascend for me.

Then on then on! where duty leads
my course be onward still, —
O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads,
o'er bleak Almorah's hill.

That course nor Delhi's kingly gates,
nor wild Malwah detain,
For sweet the bliss us both awaits by
yonder western main.

Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they
say, across the dark blue sea:
But ne'er were hearts so blithe and gay
as there shall meet in thee!"

Is it not Collingwood and Sarah, and
Southey and Edith? His affection is
part of his life. What were life with-
out it? Without love, I can fancy
no gentleman.

When the Indian bishopric was offered to him he refused at first; but after communing with himself (and committing his case to the quarter How touching is a remark Heber whither such pious men are wont to makes in his "Travels through Incarry their doubts), he withdrew his dia," that on inquiring of the natives refusal, and prepared himself for his at a town, which of the governors of mission and to leave his beloved India stood highest in the opinion of parish. "Little children, love one the people, he found that, though another, and forgive one another," | Lord Wellesley and Warren Hastings

were honored as the two greatest men | ings, representing the Graces and who had ever ruled this part of the Muses, together with Jupiter, Merworld, the people spoke with chief cury, Apollo, and Paris. Two ormolu affection of Judge Cleaveland, who chandeliers are placed here. It is had died, aged twenty-nine, in 1784. impossible by expression to do justice The people have built a monument to the extraordinary workmanship, over him, and still hold a religious as well as design, of the ornaments. feast in his memory. So does his They each consist of a palm, branchown country still tend with a heart's ing out in five directions for the reregard the memory of the gentle ception of lights. A beautiful figure Heber. of a rural nymph is represented entwining the stems of the tree with wreaths of flowers. In the centre of the room is a rich chandelier. To see this apartment dans son plus beau jour, it should be viewed in the glass over the chimney-piece. The range of apartments from the saloon to the ball-room, when the doors are open, formed one of the grandest spectacles that ever was beheld."

And Cleaveland died in 1784, and is still loved by the heathen, is he? Why, that year 1784 was remarkable in the life of our friend the First Gentleman of Europe. Do you not know that he was twenty-one in that year, and opened Carlton House with a grand ball to the nobility and gentry, and doubtless wore that lovely pink coat which we have described. I was eager to read about the ball, and looked to the old magazines for information. The entertainment took place on the 10th February. In "The European Magazine" of March, 1784, I came straightway upon it :

"The alterations at Carlton House being finished, we lay before our readers a description of the state apartments as they appeared on the 10th instant, when H. R. H. gave a grand ball to the principal nobility and gentry. The entrance to the state room fills the mind with an inexpressible idea of greatness and splendor.

"The state chair is of a gold frame, covered with crimson damask; on each corner of the feet is a lion's head, expressive of fortitude and strength; the feet of the chair have serpents twining round them, to denote wisdom. Facing the throne, appears the helmet of Minerva; and over the windows, glory is represented by Saint George with a superb gloria. "But the saloon may be styled the chef d'œuvre, and in every ornament discovers great invention. It is hung with a figured lemon satin. The window-curtains, sofas, and chairs are of the same color. The ceiling is ornamented with emblematical paint

In "The Gentleman's Magazine," for the very same month and yearMarch, 1784 is an account of another festival, in which another great gentleman of English extraction is represented as taking a principal share:

According to order, H. E. the Commander-in-Chief was admitted to a public audience of Congress; and, being seated, the President, after a pause, informed him that the United States assembled were ready to receive his communications. Whereupon he arose, and spoke as follows:

"Mr. President, The great events on which my resignation depended having at length taken place, I

present myself before Congress to surrender into their hands the trust committed to me, and to claim the indulgence of retiring from the service of my country.

'Happy in the confirmation of our independence and sovereignty, I resign the appointment I accepted with diffidence; which, however, was superseded by a confidence in the rectitude of our cause, the support of the supreme power of the nation, and the patronage of Heaven. I close this last act of my official life, by com

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