such substantial services as few men have received from those whose friendship they had forfeited. This indeed was not the case with Wordsworth, as it was with me, for he knew not in what manner Coleridge had latterly spoken of him. But I continued all possible offices of kindness to his children, long after I regarded his own conduct with that utter disapprobation which alone it can call forth from all who had any sense of duty and moral obligation." We cannot do better than close these melancholy but instructive extracts, with a letter addressed to Mr. Cottle, by one who knew also Coleridge well, the celebrated Essayist, John Foster. It is dated Dec. 19, 1835: "MY DEAR SIR,-I have read through your MS. volume, very much to to the cost of my eyes, but it was impossible to help going on, and I am exceedingly obliged to you for favouring me with it; the more so as there is no prospect of seeing any large proportion of it in print. It is I think about as melancholy an exhibition as I ever contemplated. Why was such a sad phenomenon to come in sight on earth? Was it to abase the pride of human intellect and genius? "You have done excellently well to collect into a permanent substance what must else have gone into oblivion, for no one else could have exhibited even a shadow of it. But now, my dear Sir, I hope you are prepared with the philosophy, or by whatever name I should designate the fortitude,-that can patiently bear the frustration of the main immediate purpose of your long and earnest labour. For you may lay your account that the compiler of the proposed life of Coleridge will admit but a very minor part of what you have thus furnished at his request:-that especially he will not admit what you feel to be the most important, as an emphatic moral lesson, and that it has cost you the most painful resolution to set faithfully forth. "No, my dear Sir, the operator of the work will not, will not, will not let the illustrious philosopher, genius, and poet, so appear. He will get over that stage with a few general expressions, and a few indistinctly presented facts. And then as to the dreadful tragical parts, he will promptly decide that it would be utter profanation to expose them to view in any such unveiled prominence as you have exhibited in your narrative. And then the solemn warning and example will be nearly kept out of sight. Quite naturally that this would be the course adopted, unless the compiler were, like yurself, intent, as his first and highest obligation, on doing faithful homage to truth, virtue, and religion. How I despise biography, as the business is commonly managed. I cannot believe that Coleridge's dreadful letters of confession will be admitted in their own unmodified form; though they ought to be. "Most truly yours, JOHN FOSTER." Printed by J. Baptist, Bishop's College Press. III.-Major Edwardes's "Year on the Punjab Frontier," VI.-The Rev. K. M. Banerjea's Lecture on Vedantism, VII. The Notions of the Hindús, PAGE. 747 767 802 IX.-The Reverend James Bush, M.A., Late Rector of South PUBLISHED BY J. BAPTIST, BISHOP'S COLLEGE PRESS. (To whom all orders and payments should be made.) SOLD BY THE BOOKSELLERS AT THE PRESIDENCIES. 1851. Why should he pour out words and empty sounds, and add one more futility to the herd of 'prophets that had become wind, and had no truth in them?' Those who could write without a conscience, without an object except that of seeing their own fine words, and filling their own pockets--let them do it: for his part he would have none of it. YEAST: A Problem. THE BENARES MAGAZINE. OCTOBER, 1851. I. DOCTOR DAVID. A TALE OF THE SWABIAN LEAGUE. A CROWD of Jews, who had settled in the populous imperial city of Ulm, were celebrating one of those lesser festivals which they call Half-Sabbaths, in their little synagogue. The pressure of poverty was strongly marked in the mien of most of those who worshipped there; but yet not so visibly as the wounded spirit, for they were banned and barred from all communion with the Christian population. They sheered bashfully aside, as a richly-clad gentleman, soon after the Rabbi had begun the Hebrew lesson, was seen to enter; who, with a heedless air, advanced between the retiring, though observant, rows. None seemed much concerned at the interruption, but an old and shabbily dressed man motioned to the unexpected visitor, who was still edging through the congregation for the front seats, that he should be quiet-for the service was proceeding. At the conclusion of the worship, they all made their guest an obsequious congé, as he left the synagogue. And while they gathered into groups, and gossipped on that day's marvel, he strutted heedlessly past, under respectful salutation, though none presumed to address him as he cast his eyes about with the same hauteur and indifference as when he entered. After a little, the same shabby looking person who had made himself so conspicuous in the synagogue, walked up and shook their noticeable visitor heartily by the hand. And the rest looked amazed as their hitherto so distant brother in faith affectionately returned the greeting, |