He was a cynic; you might read it writ In that broad brow, crowned with its silver hair; In those blue eyes, with childlike candour lit, In the sweet smile his lips were wont to wear. A cynic? Yes--if ’tis the cynic’s part To track the serpent’s trail, with saddened eye, To mark how good and ill divide the heart, How lives in chequered shade and sunshine lie. --_Commemorative verses from_ Punch. * * * * * The portrait of Thackeray by Sir John E. Millais, P.R.A., which appears on page 23, is in the possession of Mrs. Richmond Ritchie, and is reproduced by her kind permission. End of Project Gutenberg's Thackeray, by G. K. Chesterton and Lewis Melville