(I do not remember when this was said, nor whether I have exactly set it down; therefore must not make A. T. answerable for what he did not say, or for what after-discovery may have caused him to unsay. He had a powerful brain for Physics as for the Ideal. I remember his noticing that the forward-bending horns of some built-up mammal in the British Museum would never force its way through jungle, etc., and I observed on an after-visit that they had been altered accordingly.) "Sometimes I think Shakespeare's Sonnets finer than his Plays--which is of course absurd. For it is the knowledge of the Plays that makes the Sonnets so fine." "Do you think the Artist ever feels satisfied with his Song? Not with the Whole, I think; but perhaps the expression of parts." (Standing one day with him looking at two busts--one of Dante, the other of Goethe, in a London shop, I asked, "What is wanting to make Goethe's as fine as the other's?") "The Divine." ("Edel sei der Mensch" was a poem in which he thought he found "The Divine."--ED.) (Taking up and reading some number of _Pendennis_ at my lodging.) "It's delicious--it's so mature." (Of Richardson's _Clarissa_, etc.) "I love those great, still Books." "What is it in Dryden? I always feel that he is greater than his works." (Though he thought much of "Theodore and Honoria," and quoted emphatically: More than a mile _immerst_ within the wood.) "Two of the finest similes in poetry are Milton's--that of the Fleet hanging in the air (_Paradise Lost_), and the gunpowder-like 'So started up in his foul shape the Fiend.' (Which latter A. T. used to enact with grim humour, from the crouching of the Toad to the Explosion.) Say what you please, I feel certain that Milton after Death shot up into some grim Archangel." _N.B._--He used in earlier days to do the sun coming out from a cloud, and returning into one again, with a gradual opening and shutting of eyes and lips, etc. And, with a great fluffing up of his hair into full wig, and elevation of cravat and collar, George the Fourth in as comical and wonderful a way. "I could not read through _Palmerin of England_, nor _Amadis of Gaul_, or any of those old romances--not even 'Morte d'Arthur,' though with so many fine things in it--But all strung together without Art." Old Hallam had been speaking of Shakespeare as the greatest of men, etc. A. T. "Well, he was the Man one would have wished to introduce to another Planet as a sample of our kind." _Àpropos_ of physical stature, A. T. had been noticing how small Guizot looked beside old Hallam (when he went with Guizot, Hallam, and Macaulay over the Houses of Parliament.--ED.). "I was skating one day at full swing and came clash against a man of my own stature who was going at the same. We both fell asunder--got up--and _laughed_. Had we been short men we might have resented."