our own. We can promise them few finer, deeper, and better pleasures
than reading, and detaining their minds over these two books together,
filling their hearts with the fulness of their truth and tenderness.
They will see how accurate as well as how affectionate and "of
imagination all compact" Tennyson is, and how worthy of all that he has
said of him, that friend was. The likeness is drawn _ad vivum_,--

"When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
He summons up remembrance of things past."

"The idea of his Life" has been sown a natural body, and has been raised
a spiritual body, but the identity is unhurt; the countenance shines and
the raiment is white and glistering, but it is the same face and form.

The Memoir is by Mr. Hallam. We give it entire, not knowing anywhere a
nobler or more touching record of a father's love and sorrow.

"Arthur Henry Hallam was born in Bedford Place,[37] London, on
the 1st of February, 1811. Very few years had elapsed before his
parents observed strong indications of his future character, in
a peculiar clearness of perception, a facility of acquiring
knowledge, and, above all, in an undeviating sweetness of
disposition, and adherence to his sense of what was right and
becoming. As he advanced to another stage of childhood, it was
rendered still more manifest that he would be distinguished from
ordinary persons, by an increasing thoughtfulness, and a
fondness for a class of books, which in general are so little
intelligible to boys of his age, that they excite in them no
kind of interest.

[37] "Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street;
Doors, where my heart was wont to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand."--_In Memoriam._

This is a mistake, as his friend Dr. A. P. Stanley thus
corrects:--"'The long unlovely street' was Wimpole Street,
No. 67, where the Hallams lived; and Arthur used to say to
his friends, You know you will always find us at sixes and
sevens.'"

"In the summer of 1818 he spent some months with his parents in
Germany and Switzerland, and became familiar with the French
language, which he had already learned to read with facility. He
had gone through the elements of Latin before this time; but
that language having been laid aside during his tour, it was
found upon