Underlying a singularly contained demeanor and aptitude for calm and serious investigations, there was a vein of pleasant humor which enhanced the charm of his intimate companionship; bold, independent, and tenacious in opinion, when once formed, he was perfectly modest in personal bearing and intercourse; his mind was more logical than severe in temper, more vigorous than versatile, judicial in taste and tone, with more precision than eagerness; and his temperament united the gravity of a cultivated and thoughtful with the vivacity and amenity of a harmonious and cheerful nature. Like Washington and Morris, he was fond of agricultural pursuits; and like them, his example as a statesman seems to acquire new force and beauty from the long and contented retirement from official life that evinced the plenitude of his own resources, and evidenced how much more a sense of public duty than political ambition had been the motive power of his civic career. It is this which distinguishes the first-class representative men of our country from the mere politicians; we feel that their essential individuality of character and genius was superior to the accidents of position; that their intrinsic worth and real dignity required no addition from fame or fortune--that they are nobler than their offices, superior to their popularity, above their external relation to the parties and functions illustrated by their talents, and made memorable by their integrity. FOOTNOTES: [13] 'Life and Letters of Washington Irving,' by Pierre M. Irving. New York: G. P. Putnam. [14] Elements of International Law. By Henry Wheaton. Edited by W.B. Laurens. Boston: Little, Brown & Co. [15] The Federalist. Edited by H. B. Dawson. New York: C. Scribner. [16] 'Caxtoniana.' A SIGH. How can I live, my love, so far from thee, Since far from thee my spirit droops and dies? Who is there left, my love, for me to see, Since beauty is concentrate in thine eyes? My only life is sending thee my sighs, Which, as sweet birds fly home from deserts lone, Fly swift to thee as each swift moment flies, Uprising from the current of my moan. But closed is still thy heart of cruel stone, And my poor sighs drop murdered at thy feet, For which, while I in grief do sigh and groan, New hosts arise to meet a death so sweet, Ah! love, give scorn; for if love thou shouldst give, How could I love thee in thy sight, and live? THE ANTIQUITY OF MAN. A PHILOSOPHIC DEBATE. _A._ I would like to hear your opinions regarding the antiquity of our race: geologists are daily becoming bolder and more unhesitating in their assertions on the subject; and we are fast drifting toward conclusions that seem to startle the religious world, and threaten to upset our confidence in that Book which we have been accustomed to regard with profoundest reverence.