road countenance--Wilberforce minute, and singularly
twisted: Chalmers, both in body and mind, moves with, a deliberate
step--Wilberforce, infirm as he is in his advanced years, flies about
with astonishing activity, and while, with nimble finger, he seizes on
every thing that adorns or diversifies his path, his mind flits from
object to object with unceasing versatility. I often think that
particular men bear about with them an analogy to particular animals:
Chalmers is like a good-tempered lion--Wilberforce is like a bee:
Chalmers can say a pleasant thing now and then, and laugh when he has
said it, and he has a strong touch of humor in his countenance, but in
general he is _grave_, his thoughts grow to a great size before they are
uttered--Wilberforce sparkles with life and wit, and the characteristic
of his mind is "rapid productiveness." A man might be in Chalmers's
company for an hour, especially in a party, without knowing who or what
he was--though in the end he would be sure to be detected by some
unexpected display of powerful originality. Wilberforce, except when
fairly asleep, is never latent. Chalmers knows how to vail himself in a
decent cloud--Wilberforce is always in sunshine. Seldom, I believe, has
any mind been more strung to a perpetual tune of love and praise. Yet
these persons, distinguished as they are from the world at large, and
from each other, present some admirable points of resemblance. Both of
them are broad thinkers, and liberal feelers; both of them are arrayed
in humility, meekness, and charity: both appear to hold self in little
reputation: above all, both love the Lord Jesus Christ, and reverently
acknowledge him to be their _only Saviour_.--_Hanna's Memoirs of
Chalmers._

MY NOVEL; OR, VARIETIES IN ENGLISH LIFE.

(_Continued from page 698._)

CHAPTER XIII.

Mr. Dale had been more than a quarter of an hour conversing with Mrs.
Avenel, and had seemingly made little progress in the object of his
diplomatic mission, for now, slowly drawing on his gloves, he said,

"I grieve to think, Mrs. Avenel, that you should have so hardened your
heart--yes--you must pardon me--it is my vocation to speak stern truths.
You can not say that I have not kept faith with you, but I must now
invite you to remember that I specially reserved to myself the right of
exercising a discretion to act as I judged best, for the child's
interests, on any future occasion; and it was upon this understanding