back, and who knew anything of the inner side of an old-fashioned New England homestead, must recall the saintship that invested good Mistress Hannah More! What unfailing {177} Sunday books her books did make! and with what child-like awe we looked upon her good, kind, old, peaked face as it looked out from the frontispiece--with soberly frilled hair all about the forehead, and over this a muslin cap with huge ruffles hemming in the face, and above this circumambient ruffle and in the lee of the great puff of muslin--which gave place, I suppose, to the old lady's comb--a portentous bow, constructed of an awful quantity of ribbon and crowning that saintly, kindly, homely face of Hannah More. Do you remember--I wonder--that in the early pages of "The Newcomes"--the Colonel tells Olive Newcome, how he used in his boy days to steal the reading of some of Fielding's famous novels; and how _Joseph Andrews_, in that forbidden series, had a very sober binding; so that his mamma, Mrs. Newcome, when she observed the boy reading it, thought--deceived by that grave binding--that the boy might be regaling himself with some work of Mistress Hannah More's; and how, under this belief, she took up the book when he had laid it by; and read and read, and flung it down all on a sudden with such a killing, scornful {178} look at the young Colonel, as he never, never forgot in all his life. It was unfair of Thackeray to poke fun in this way at good Mistress Hannah More! We may smile at her quaintness--her primness--her starch; but there is that in her industry, her courage, her mental range, her wide Christian beneficence which we must always venerate. We have run on so far, that we have no words to-day for the sturdy old King George. We turn him over to another chapter, when we will speak too of Sterne--whom we had almost forgotten--and of Chatterton and of some writing men who sometimes lifted up their voices in the British Parliament. [1] David Hume, b. 1711; d. 1776. Best edition of his works edited by Green and Grose, 4 vols., 1874. For life, see Burton and Huxley. [2] Adam Smith, b. 1723; d. 1790. A Fifeshire man, and author of that famous book--_The Wealth of Nations_; a good book to read in these times, or in any times. He may indeed say rash things about "that crafty animal called a Politician," and the mean rapacity of capitalists; but he is full of sympathy for the poor, and for those who labor; and is everywhere large in his thought and healthy and generous. I am glad to pay this tribute, though only in a note. [3] George Tobias Smollett, b. 1721; d. 1771. A Scottish physician, author of various popular novels, of which _The Expedition of Humphrey Clinker_ is, by many, counted the best. [4] William Shenstone, b. 1714; d. 1763. His works (verse and prose) were published in 1764-69. [5] William Collins, b. 1731; d. 1759. Interesting memoir by Moy Thomas, published in 1858.