a letter in their dialogue, by sending to them a
packet, containing, on cards of various sizes, the letter H.

[H] While on his death-bed, Sir Robert Peel sent him a sum of money,
probably not the first. It arrived in time to pay his funeral expenses.
In September, 1842, a subscription was made for the widow and children
of Dr. Maginn,--Dr. Giffard (then editor of the "Standard") and Lockhart
being trustees in England, the Bishop of Cork and the Provost of Trinity
College, Dublin, in Ireland, and Professor Wilson in Scotland. The card
that was issued said truly,--"No one ever listened to Maginn's
conversation, or perused even the hastiest of his minor writings,
without feeling the interest of very extraordinary talent; his classical
learning was profound and accurate; his mastery of modern languages
almost unrivalled; his knowledge of mankind and their affairs great and
multifarious"; but it did not state truly, that, "in all his essays,
verse or prose, serious or comic, he never trespassed against decorum or
sound morals," or that "the keenness of his wit was combined with such
playfulness of fancy, good-humor, and kindness of natural sentiment,
that his merits were ungrudgingly acknowledged even by those of politics
most different from his own."

THE CHIMNEY-CORNER.

IV.

LITTLE FOXES.--PART III.

Being the true copy of a paper read in my library to my wife and Jennie.

REPRESSION.

I am going now to write on another cause of family unhappiness, more
subtile than either of those before enumerated.

In the General Confession of the Church, we poor mortals all unite in
saying two things: "We have left undone those things which we ought to
have done, and we have done those things which we ought not to have
done." These two heads exhaust the subject of human frailty.

It is the things left undone which we ought to have done, the things
left unsaid which we ought to have said, that constitute the subject I
am now to treat of.

I remember my school-day speculations over an old "Chemistry" I used to
study as a text-book, which informed me that a substance called Caloric
exists in all bodies. In some it exists in a latent state: it is there,
but it affects neither the senses nor the thermometer. Certain causes
develop it, when it raises the mercury and warms the hands. I remember
the awe and wonder with which, even then, I reflected on the vast amount
of blind, deaf, and dumb comforts which Nature had t