ather so soon after
his death. I leave him now with a portrait of his spiritual lineaments,
by Dr. Cairns,--which is to them what a painting by Velasquez and Da
Vinci combined would have been to his bodily presence.

"As he was of the Pauline type of mind, his
Christianity ran into the same mould. A strong,
intense, and vehement nature, with masculine
intellect and unyielding will, he accepted the Bible
in its literal simplicity as an absolute revelation,
and then showed the strength of his character in
subjugating his whole being to this decisive
influence, and in projecting the same convictions
into other minds. He was a believer in the sense of
the old Puritans, and, amid the doubt and skepticism
of the nineteenth century, held as firmly as any of
them by the doctrines of atonement and grace. He had
most of the idiosyncrasy of Baxter, though not
without the contemplation of Howe. The doctrines of
Calvinism, mitigated but not renounced, and received
simply as dictates of Heaven, without any effort or
hope to bridge over their inscrutable depths by
philosophical theories, he translated into a
fervent, humble, and resolutely active life.

"There was a fountain of tenderness in his nature as
well as a sweep of impetuous indignation; and the
one drawn out, and the other controlled by his
Christian faith, made him at once a philanthropist
and a reformer, and both in the highest departments
of human interest. The union of these ardent
elements, and of a highly devotional temperament,
not untouched with melancholy, with the patience of
the scholar, and the sobriety of the critic, formed
the singularity and almost the anomaly of his
personal character. These contrasts were tempered by
the discipline of experience; and his life, both as
a man and a Christian, seemed to become more rich,
genial, and harmonious as it approached its
close."--_Scotsman_, October 20th.

J. B.

23, RUTLAND STREET, _October 30, 1858_.

POST PREFACE.

I have to thank the public and my own special craft cordially and much
for their reception of these Idle Hours--Brown Studies, as a friendly
wag calls them--and above all, for their taking to their hearts that
great old dog and his dead friends,--for all which the one friend who
surviv