brave. To love sweet Rosalind, dear Rosalind, with her
wit and beauty and tenderness � But Oh! what shall
I � what can I say of her � ? I can appreciate,
and love and ponder on her, barely describe.
A noble anecdote of Mrs Siddons comes into my mind, when
thinking of Shakespeare. Being shown the statue of the Apollo
Belvidere she remained silent, musing awhile; � at last saying
�What a mind must it be which created the Mind capable of conceiving
this!� Her thoughts were at once carried to the Foun-
tain head. And in like manner I feel when thinking of Shakspere
For the thought of Deity is too immense to be readily grasped;
and by this intermediate mental link we are able to elevate our
power. Oh woe, good and divine Human Creature!
how great, how good, and how infinitely loving must be the God
who created thee, and left us the legacy of thy thoughts. Full of
hope and sweet consolement is this thought to the meanest of us.
� And what a glow of delight is it to me; to think
that the play was prompted by that feeling, which, after Love, is
the divinest in our nature. Friendship.
Not such unpleasing state of mind to be in when finishing
this chronicle, after all. Faith I wonder where the last
page of next book will land me? May be on the shores of