in the subject, he was best of all-as upon Kemble and Mrs. Siddons. Mr. Kean satisfied the first requisite only, but in the highest possible degree. His extraordinary vigour struck Hazlitt, who attended the theatre for the "Morning Chronicle," on the night of his débût, in the very first scene, and who, from that night, became the most devoted and efficient of his supporters. Yet if, on principle, Hazlitt preferred Kean to Kemble, and sometimes drew parallels between them disparaging to the idol of his earlier affections, there is nothing half so fine in his eloquent eulogies on the first, as in his occasional recurrences to the last, when the stately form which had realized full many a boyish dream of Roman greatness "came back upon his heart again,” and seemed to reproach him for his late preference of the passionate to the ideal. He criticised new plays with reluctant and indecisive hand, except when strong friendship supplied the place of old reccilection, as in the instances of Barry Cornwall and Sheridan Knowles-the first of whom, not exhausting all the sweetness of his nature in scenes of fanciful tenderness and gentle sorrow, cheered him by unwearied kindness in hours of the greatest need-and the last, as kind and as true, had, even from a boy, been the object of his warmest esteem. He rejoiced to observe his true-hearted pupil manifesting a dramatic instinct akin to that of the old masters of passion-like them forgetting himself in his subject, and contented to see fair play between his persons-working all his interest out of the purest affections, which might beat indeed beneath the armour of old Rome, and beside its domestic hearths, but belong to all time and finding an actor who, with taste and skill to preserve his unstudied grace, had heart enough to send his honest homely touches to the hearts of thousands. Would that Hazlitt had lived to witness the success of the "Hunchback"-not that it is better than the plays which he did see, but that he would have exulted to find the town surprised for once into justice, recognising the pathos and beauty which had been among them unappreciated so long, and paying part of that debt to the living author, which he feared they would leave for posterity to acknowledge in vain! Mr. Hazlitt's criticisms on pictures are, as we have been informed by persons competent to judge, and believe, masterly. Of their justice we are unable to form an opinion for our selves; but we know that they are instinct with earnest devotion to art, and rich with illustrations of its beauties. Accounts of paintings are too often either made up of technical terms, which convey no meaning to the uninitiated, or of florid description of the scenes represented, with scarce an allusion to the skill by which the painter has succeeded in emulating nature; but Hazlitt's early aspirations, and fond endeavours after excellence in the art, preserved him effectually from these errors. He regarded the subject with a perfect love. No gusty passion here ruffled the course of his thoughts: all his irritability was soothed, and all his disappointments forgotten, before the silent miracles of human genius; and his wn vain attempts, fondly remembered instead of exciting envy of the success of others, heightened his sense of their merit, and his pleasure and pride in accumulating honours on their names. Mr. Hunt says of these essays, that they "throw a light on art as from a painted window," a sentence which, in its few words, characterizes them all, and leaves nothing to be wished or added. In person, Mr. Hazlitt was of the middle size, with a handsome and eager countenance, worn by sickness and thought; and dark hair, which had curled stiffly over the temples, and was only of late years sprinkled with gray. His gait was slouching and awkward, and his dress neglected; but when he began to talk he could not be mistaken for a common man. In the company of persons with whom he was not familiar his bashfulness was painful: but when he became entirely at ease, and entered on a favourite topic, no one's conversation was ever more delightful. He did not talk for effect, to dazzle, or surprise, or annoy, but with the most simple and honest desire to make his view of the subject entirely apprehended by his hearer. There was sometimes an obvious struggle to do this to his own satisfaction: he seemed labouring to drag his thought to light from its deep lurking place; and, with modest distrust of that power of expression which he had found so late in life, he often betrayed a fear that he had failed to make himself understood, and recurred to the subject again and again, that he might be assured he had succeeded. In argument, he was candid and liberal: there was nothing about him pragmatical or exclusive; he never drove a principle to its utmost possible consequences, but like Locksley, "allowed for the wind." For some years previous to his death, he observed an entire abstinence from fermented liquors, which he had once quaffed with the proper relish he had for all the good things of this life, but which he courageously resigned when he found the indulgence perilous to his health and faculties. The cheerfulness with which he made this sacrifice always appeared to us one of the most amiable traits in his character. He had no censure for others, who for the same motives were less wise or less resolute; nor did he think he had earned, by his own constan cy, any right to intrude advice which he knew, if wanted, must be unavailing. Nor did he profess to be a convert to the general system of abstinence which was advocated by one of his kindest and stanchest friends: he avowed that he yielded to necessity; and instead of avoiding the sight of that which he could no longer taste, he was seldom so happy as when he sat with friends at their wine, participating the sociality of the time, and renewing his own past enjoyment in that of his companions, without regret and without envy. Like Dr. Johnson, he made himself poor amends for the loss of wine by drinking tea, not so largely, indeed, as the hero of Boswell, but at least of equal potency-for he might have challenged Mrs. Thrale and all her sex to make stronger tea than his own. In society, as in politics, he was no flincher. He loved "to hear the chimes at midnight," without considering them as a summons to rise. At these seasons, when in his nappiest mood, he used to dwell on the conver- | He paused for an instant, and then added in sational powers of his friends, and live over his sturdiest and most impressive manner, “an again the delightful hours he had passed with act which realizes the parable of the Good Sa them; repeat the pregnant puns that one had maritan," at which his moral and delicate made; tell over again a story with which ano-hearers shrunk rebuked into deep silence. He ther had convulsed the room; or expand in the eloquence of a third: always best pleased when he could detect some talent which was unregarded by the world, and giving alike, to the celebrated and the unknown, due honour. was not eloquent in the true sense of the term; for his thoughts were too weighty to be moved along by the shallow stream of feeling which an evening's excitement can rouse. He wrote all his lectures, and read them as they were written: but his deep voice and earnest manner suited his matter well. He seemed to dig into his subject and not in vain. In delivering his longer quotations, he had scarcely continuity enough for the versification of Shakspeare and Milton, "with linked sweetness long drawn out;" but he gave Pope's brilliant satire and divine compliments, which are usually complete within the couplet, with an elegance and point which the poet himself would have felt as their highest praise. Mr. Hazlitt delivered three courses of Lectures at the Surrey Institution, to the matter of which we have repeatedly alluded-on The English Poets; on The English Comic Writers, and on The Age of Elizabeth-before audiences with whom he had but "an imperfect sympathy." They consisted chiefly of Dissenters, who agreed with him in his hatred of Lord Castlereagh, but who "loved no plays;" of Quakers, who approved him as the opponent of Slavery and Capital Punishment, but who 'heard no music;" of citizens, devoted to the Mr. Hazlitt had little inclination to write main chance, who had a hankering after "the about contemporary authors, and still less to improvement of the mind," but to whom his read them. He was with difficulty persuaded favourite doctrine of its natural disinterested- to look into the Scotch Novels! but when he ness was a riddle; of a few enemies who came did so, he found them old in substance though to sneer; and a few friends, who were eager to new in form, read them with as much avidity learn and to admire. The comparative insen- as the rest of the world, and expressed better sibility of the bulk of his audience to his finest than any one else what all the world felt about passages, sometimes provoked him to awaken them. His hearty love of them, however, did their attention by points which broke the train not decrease, but aggravate, his dislike of the of his discourse, after which he could make political opinions and practices of their author; himself amends by some abrupt paradox which and yet, the strength of his hatred towards that might set their prejudices on edge, and make which was accidental and transitory, only set them fancy they were shocked. He startled off the unabated power of his regard for the many of them at the onset, by observing, that, free and the lasting. Coleridge and Wordssince Jacob's Dream, "the heavens have gone worth were not moderns to him; for he knew farther off and become astronomical,"-a fine them in his youth, which was his own anextravagance, which the ladies and gentlemen, tiquity, and the feelings which were the germ who had grown astronomical themselves un- of their poetry had sunk deep into his heart. der the preceding lecturer, felt called on to re- His personal acquaintance with them was sent as an attack on their severer studies. broken before he became known to the world When he read a well-known extract from Cow- as an author, and he sometimes alluded to per, comparing a poor cottager with Voltaire, them with bitterness: but he, and he alone, and had pronounced the line "a truth the bril- has done justice to the immortal works of the liant Frenchman never knew," they broke into one, and the genius of the other. The very a joyous shout of self-gratulation, that they prominence which he gave to them as objects were so much wiser than a wicked Frenchman! of attack, at the time when it was the fashion When he passed by Mrs. Hannah More with to pour contempt on their names-when the observing, that" she had written a great deal public echoed those articles of the "Edinburgh which he had never read," a voice gave ex- Review" upon them, which they now regard pression to the general commiseration and with wonder as the curiosities of criticism, surprise, by calling out "More pity for you!" proved what they still were to him; and, in the They were confounded at his reading with midst of those attacks, there are involuntary more emphasis perhaps than discretion, Gay's confessions of their influence over his mind, epigrammatic lines on Sir Richard Blackstone, are touches of admiration, heightened by fond in which scriptural persons are freely hitched regret, which speak more than his elaborate into rhyme; but he went doggedly on to the eulogies upon them in his "Spirit of the Age." end, and, by his perseverance, baffled those With the exception of the works of these, and who, if he had acknowledged himself wrong by of vo or three friends to whom we have al stopping, would have hissed him without mer-luded, he held modern literature in sight escy. He once had an edifying advantage over teem; and he regarded the discoveries of them. He was enumerating the humanities science, and the visions of optimism, with an which endeared Dr. Johnson to his mind, and undazzled eye. His "large discourse of reaat the close of an agreeable catalogue, men- son" looked not before, but after. He felt it his tioned, as last and noblest, "his carrying the great duty, as a lover of genius and art, to depoor victim of disease and dissipation on his fend the fame of the mighty dead. When the back through Fleet-street,"- -at which a titter old painters were assailed in "The Catalogue arose from some, who were struck by the pic- Raisonnée of the British Institution," he was ture as ludicrous, and a murmur from others," touched with noble anger." All his own who deemed the allusion unfit for ears polite. vain longings after the immortality of the works which were libelled,—the very tranquillity and | which fell to his portion. We have endea beauty they had shed into his soul,-all his voured to trace his intellectual character in comprehension of the sympathy and delight of the records he has left of himself in his works, thousands, which, accumulating through long as an excitement and a guide to their perusal time, had attested their worth-were fused to- by those who have yet to know them. The gether to dazzle and to blast the poor caviller concern of mankind is with this alone. In who would disturb the judgment of ages. So, the case of a profound thinker more than of when a popular poet assailed the fame of any other, "that which men call evil"-the Rousseau-seeking to reverse the decision of accident of his condition-is interred with posterity on what that great writer had done, him, while the good which he has achieved by fancying the opinion of people of condition lies unmingled and entire. The events of Mr. in his neighbourhood on what he seemed to Hazlitt's true life are not his engagement by their apprehensions while living with Madame the "Morning Chronicle," or his transfer of de Warrens, he vindicated the prerogatives of his services to the "Times," or his introducgenius with the true logic of passion. Few tion to the "Edinburgh Review," or his conthings irritated him more than the claims set tracts or quarrels with booksellers; but the up for the present generation to be wiser and progress and the development of his underbetter than those which have gone before it. standing as nurtured or swayed by his affecHe had no power of imagination to embrace tions. "His warfare was within;" and its the golden clouds which hung over the Future, spoils are ours! His "thoughts which wanbut he rested and expatiated in the Past. To dered through eternity" live with us, though his apprehension human good did not appear the hand which traced them for our benefit is a slender shoot of yesterday, like the bean-stalk cold. His death, though at the age of only in the fairy-tale, aspiring to the skies, and end- fifty-two, can hardly be deemed untimely. He ing in an enchanted castle, but a huge growth lived to complete the laborious work in which of intertwisted fibres, grasping the earth by he sought to embalm his idea of his chosen numberless roots, and bearing vestiges of "a hero; to see the unhoped-for downfall of the thousand storms, a thousand thunders." legitimate throne which had been raised on the ruins of the empire; and to open, without exhausting, those stores which he had gathered in his youth. If the impress of his power is not left on the sympathies of a people, it has (all he wished) sunk into minds neither uareflecting nor ungrateful. It would be beside our purpose to discuss the relative merits of Mr. Hazlitt's publications, to most of which we have alluded in passing; or to detail the scanty vicissitudes of a literary life. Still less do we feel bound to expose or to defend the personal frailties ADDITIONAL ARTICLES. THE LATE DOWAGER LADY HOLLAND. [MORNING CHRONICLE, Nov. 25, 1845.] Ir seems scarcely fitting that the grave breathing picture of his most imminent danshould close over the remains of the late Dow-ger, or to embolden the bashful soldier wo disager Lady Holland without some passing tri-close his own share in the perils and glories bute beyond the paragraph which announces, of some famous battle-field; to encourage the with the ordinary expression of regret, the de- generous praise of friendship, when the speaker cease of a widow lady advanced in years, and and the subject reflected interest on each other, reminds the world of fashion that the event or win the secret history of some effort which has placed several noble families in mourning. had astonished the world or shed new lights That event, which a fortnight ago was re- on science; to conduct those brilliant devegarded by friendly apprehensions as probably lopments to the height of satisfaction, and at the distance of some years, has not merely then to shift the scene by the magic of a word, clouded and impaired the enjoyments of one were among her daily successes. And if this large circle, but has extinguished for ever a extraordinary power over the elements of sospirit of social happiness which has animated cial enjoyment was sometimes wielded without many, and severed the most genial link of as- the entire concealment of its despotism; if a sociation, by which some of the finest minds decisive check sometimes rebuked a speaker which yet grace the literary and political who might intercept the variegated beauty of world were connected with the mightiest of Jeffrey's indulgent criticism, or the jest anthose which have left us. The charms of the nounced and self-rewarded in Sydney Smith's celebrated hospitalities of Holland House, in delighted and delighting chuckle, the authority the time of its late revered master, have been was too clearly exerted for the evening's prostoo gracefully developed, by one who has often perity, and too manifestly impelled by an partaken and enhanced them, in the Edinburgh urgent consciousness of the value of those Review for July, 1841, to allow a feebler expres- golden hours which were fleeting within its sion; but death had not then bestowed the confines, to sadden the enforced silence with melancholy privilege of expatiating on the more than a momentary regret. If ever her share of its mistress in crowding those me- prohibition, clear, abrupt, and decisive, indimorable hours with various pleasure, or on cated more than a preferable regard for livethe energetic kindness with which she strove, lier discourse, it was when a depreciatory tone against the perpetual sense of unutterable was adopted towards genius, or goodness, or loss, to renew some portion of their enjoy-honest endeavour, or when some friend, perments. For the remarkable position she oc-sonal or intellectual, was mentioned in slightcupied, during many years of those daily fes-ing phrase. Habituated to a generous partisantivals in which genius, wit, and patriotic hope ship by strong sympathy with a great political were triumphant, she was eminently gifted. cause, she carried the fidelity of her devotion While her own remarks were full of fine to that cause into her social relations, and was practical sense, and nice observation, her in-ever the truest and the fastest of friends. fluence was chiefly felt in the discourse of those whom she directed and inspired, and which, as she impelled it, startled by the most animated contrasts, or blended in the most graceful harmonies. Beyond any other hostess we ever knew-and very far beyond any host-she possessed the tact of perceiving and the power of evoking the various capacities which lurked in every part of the brilliant circles she drew around her. To enkindle the enthusiasm of an artist on the theme over which he had achieved the most facile mastery; to set loose the heart of the rustic poet, and imbue his speech with the freedom of his native hills; to draw from the adventurous traveller a The tendency, often more idle than malicious, to soften down the intellectual claims of the absent, which so insidiously besets literary conversation, and teaches a superficial insincerity even to substantial esteem and regard, found no favour in her presence; and hence the conversations over which she presided, perhaps beyond all that ever flashed with a kindred splendour, were marked by that integ rity of good nature which might admit of their exact repetition to every living individual whose merits were discussed, without the danger of inflicting pain. Under her auspices, not only all critical, but all personal talk was tinged with kindness; the strong interest 131 which she took in the happiness of her friends | out, and bring it within the sphere of his noble shed a peculiar sunniness over the aspects of sympathy, was the delightful study of her's. life presented by the common topics of alli- How often, during the last half century, has ances, and marriages, and promotions; and the steep ascent of fame been brightened by not a hopeful engagement, or a happy wed- the genial appreciation she bestowed, and the ding, or a promotion of a friend's son, or a festal light she cast on its solitude! How ofnew intellectual triumph of any youth with ten has the assurance of success received its whose name and history she was familiar, but crowning delight amid the genial luxury of became an event on which she expected and her circle, where renown itself has been realrequired congratulation, as on a part of her ized for the first time in all its sweetness! own fortune. Although there was naturally How large a share she communicated to the a preponderance in her society of the senti- delights of Holland House will be understood ment of popular progress, which once was by those who shared her kindness, first in cherished almost exclusively by the party to South-street, and recently in Stanhope-street, whom Lord Holland was united by sacred ties, where, after Lord Holland's death, she hono expression of triumph in success, no viru- noured his memory by cherishing his friends lence in sudden disappointment, was ever per- and following his example; where, to the last, mitted to wound the most sensitive ear of her with a voice retaining its girlish sweetness, conservative guests. It might be that some she welcomed every guest, invited or casual, placid comparison of recent with former times with the old cordiality and queenly grace; spoke a sense of freedom's peaceful victory; where authors of every age and school-from or that, on the giddy edge of some great party Rogers, her old and affectionate friend, whose struggle, the festivities of the evening might first poem illuminated the darkness of the last take a more serious cast, as news arrived closing century "like a rich jewel in an Ethifrom the scene of contest, and the pleasure be op's ear," down to the youngest disciple of the deepened with the peril; but the feeling was latest school-found that honour paid to literaalways restrained by the present evidence of ture which English aristocracy has too compermanent solaces for the mind, which no po- monly denied it; and where, every day, almost litical changes could disturb. If to hail and to her last, added to her claim to be rememwelcome genius-or even talent which revered bered as one who, during a long life, culti and imitated genius-was one of the greatest vated the great art of living happily, by the pleasures of Lord Holland's life, to search it|great means of making others happy. ADDRESS AT THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE MANCHESTER ATHENEUM, Oct. 23, 1845. [MANCHESTER GUARDIAN, OCT. 25, 1845.] If there were not virtue in the objects and purposes, and power in the affections, which have called into life the splendid scene before me, capable of emboldening the apprehensive and strengthening the feeble, I should shrink at this moment from attempting to discharge the duties of the high office to which the kindness of your directors has raised me. When I remember that the first of this series of brilliant anniversaries, which is still only beginning, was illustrated by the presidency of my friend, Mr. Charles Dickens,-who brought to your cause not only the most earnest sympathy with the healthful enjoyments and steady advancement of his species, but the splendour of a fame as early matured and as deeply impressed on the hearts of his countrymen as that of any writer since the greatest of her intellectual eras when I recollect that his place was filled last year by one whose genius, singularly diversified and vivid, has glanced with arrowy flame over various departments of literature and conditions of life, and who was associated with kindred spirits, eager to lavish the ardours of generous youth, on the noble labour of re newing old ties of brotherhood and attachment among all classes, ranks, and degrees of human family,-I feel that scarcely less than the inspiration which breathes upon us here, through every avenue of good you have opened, could justify the hope that the deficiencies of the chairman of this night may be forgotten in the interest and the majesty of his themes. Impressive as such an assembly as this would be in any place, and under any circumstances, it becomes solemn, almost awful, when the true significancy of its splendour is unveiled to the mind. If we consider that this festival of intellect is holden in the capital of a district containing, within comparatively narrow confines, a population scarcely less than two millions of immortal beings, engrossed in a proportion far beyond that of any other in the world, in the toils of manufacture and commerce; that it indicates at once an unprece dented desire on the part of those elder and wealthier labourers in this region of industry, to share with those whom they employ and protect, the blessings which equally sweeten the lot of all, and the resolution of the young |