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by a flagged pathway, separate it younger friends were left to him, from the road. The houses on Procter, Talfourd, Moxon, John both sides project beyond the Foster, and Cary, the translator of frontage of Bay Cottage, and darken Dante. A dinner with Cary at the the house and garden. There are British Museum every third Wedonly four windows looking to the nesday in the month was a fixture front, two on the first-floor, one in these day—“a zodiac of third with the door on the ground-floor, Wednesdays irradiating by glimpses and one in the roof. In the rear the Edmonton dulness.” At other the house is twice as wide, extend times he was very urgent for his ing behind its left-hand neighbour, friends to come to him. To John and opening on to a walled kitchen Foster he writes, “Come down togarden, with apple trees that must morrow or Saturday, be here by have been veterans in the Lambs' two or half after; coaches from time. Mary Lamb's room looked Snow Hill.” And in the same to the back; her brother used the letter, “Come down with Procter small front sitting-room with the and Dante on Sunday." solitary window on the ground. “The Last Essays of Elia,” col. floor, and (I believe) the bed-room lected from various magazines, above it. The ground-floor room were published by Moxon in 1833, is barely twelve feet square, with and Lamb seems to have set hima beam in the low ceiling, and a self no literary work afterwards, deep window seat savouring of content to live and die as “ Elia.” antiquity. It was from here that He never aspired to the fame Lamb wrote to Wordsworth: “Iam of men who keep their names alive three or four miles nearer the great by writing much and often. As city” (than at Enfield);" coaches a writer for the press he was half-price less, and going always, unknown. The only work he did of which I will avail myself;" and for the Quarterly Review, a review to Mrs. Hazlitt :“I am nearer town, of Wordsworth's “Excursion," and will get up to you somehow undertaken out of love for the before long."
poet, cost him immense labour His thoughts and affections were and mortification. He contri. in town. “But town,” as he wrote buted to the Morning Chronicle, but from Enfield, “ with all my native only as a manufacturer of jests, and hankering after it, is not what it was that not for long; his articles in The streets, the shops are left; but the E.caminer remained many years all old friends are gone! And in buried. Still he thought well of London I was frightfully convinced his own style as a writer of prose, of this as I passed houses and and a certain amount of literary places, empty caskets now. I have fame accrued to him before he ceased to care almost about anybody died. Unknown admirers sent The bodies I cared for are in graves him presents of game. A second or dispersed. My old clubs, that edition of his earlier essays aplived so long and flourished so peared in 1833. The younger men steadily, are crumbled away." of the literary world began to Hazlitt was dead, Coleridge dying; know him. we hear nothing of Dyer, of Rick. But Charles Lamb was not man, of Manning. A few of his meant for passive pleasures and
Among these was Macready, who met him for the first and only time at supper in 1834 (the year of his death), and records the following characteristic saying: “I should like my last breath to be inhaled through a pipe and exhaled in a pun,"
å sunny old age. To enjoy life The mistress of the charity he must be surrounded by old school opposite Bay Cottage is, or friends, and these were failing was till lately, living. She “ was him. Popularity and a name often drawn to the window by would have come,* but they would Lamb's cheery voice as he issued have rather annoyed than solaced from Mr. Walden's, chatting loudly him. The world he cared for— with anyone he chanced to meet. the world of old associations, old Otherwise he was not noticeable, habits, old friends, old haunts, except as a spare middle-sized man was slipping from his grasp. The in pantaloons.”+ One day, while long watch over his afflicted sister making for the “Bell,” John Gil. was coming to an end ; Emma pin's hostelry, “the middle-sized Isola,“ whose mirthful spirits were man in pantaloons” stumbled in the youth of our house," had the road. The fall brought on married his friend Moxon, and erysipelas, the erysipelas death, and Lamb was practically alone in his “ Elia” was buried, on December household. His letters at this 27th, 1834, in a spot which, about time were few and short, and he a fortnight before, he had pointed ended them by saying that “his out to his sister, on an afternoon hand shook.” But they breathed wintry walk, as the place where he the spirit of unselfishness: theatre wished to be buried." orders were begged for his land. Rumour says that Lamb was lord, Wordsworth’s interest was very kind to the poor, visiting asked for “ Louisa Martin who is especially the old people in the in trouble,” and “establishing a almshouses, but the oldest of the school at Carlisle.” “Mr. Tuff” present inmates have not lived is informed that Covent Garden, long enough there to remember from its thin houses, is likely to him. close, and that he had better lose
HENRY F. Cox. no time “in using the orders.”
* New editions of “Elia,” after the second edition in 1833, appeared in 1835, 1839, 1840, &c.; of “The Last Essays of Elia" in 1835, 1839, 1847, &c. A collection of his works was published in Paris in 1835; and Talfourd's editions of his life and works were reprinted several times in the decade succeeding his death.
+ From an article of mine in the Globe.-H. F. C.
NEW SERIES.-No. 10.
PROFESSOR MAX MÜLLER. WHEN we think of the position held at Oxford, and throughout England, by the present occupant of the chair of Comparative Philology, who is of German birth, we are reminded of the old days when scholarship was almost cosmopolitan in the cultivated portions of Europe, and noted lecturers were able to set up their schools in university centres, by reason of the recognition not of their nationality but of their power.
Friedrich Max Müller was born at Dessau on the 6th December, 1823. His father was Wilhelm Müller, a German poet, who died young, after obtaining a great popularity in his own country, especially for his Songs of the Greeks, written and sung at the time of the Greek insurrection. To be the son of a poet, who is a lover of language, is probably to inherit a facility of style and an aptitude for linguistic study. Certainly such has been the inheritance in the case of Max Müller, whom-not to name : his well-known philologic labours—most persons who read his books published in this country and do not know his birthplace, must take for an Englishman, so natural and spontaneous and powerful is his language.
Through his mother he is the great-grandson of Basedow, the reformer of national education in Germany, the friend of Goethe, and the precursor of Pestalozzi. Professor Max Müller has lately published a short life of his great-grandfather in the “ Deutsche Biographie.” Though his family name is Müller, this name has long ago been changed in Germany, and in England also, into Max-Müller, for the simple reason that Müller in Germany, as Smith in England, has ceased to be a name, and it would have seemed conceited for any scholar in Germany to claim to be known by the name of Müller, pur et simple, with such rivals as Otfried Müller, Johannes Müller, Friedrich Müller, and others in the field.
The elements of Max Müller's education were received at the ducal school of Dessau, where he was distinguished as a bright and industrious boy, with a special talent for music. When twelve years old he was sent to Leipzig, continuing his studies at the Nicolai School, where nearly two centuries previously Leibniz had been a pupil. In