trous separation, during which wit had been led astray by profli gacy, and virtue by fanaticism.' The remains of Addisou, however, are at some distance from the spot on which the monument stands - they are in the chapel of Henry VII.; and it was not until three generations had laughed and wept over his pages that any tablet was raised to his memory in the Abbey. Macaulay said of the statue which now keeps watch over the newly closed grave:· It represents Addison as we can conceive him, clad in his dressing-gown, and freed from his wig, stepping from his parlor in Chelsea into his trim little garden, with the account of the Everlasting Club, or the Loves of Hilda and Shalum, just finished for the next day's Spectator, in his hand.'

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Thickly strewn near the grave of Macaulay are the relics of men whose names are still held in reverence, and whose works adorn the literature of our country. As a poet, not less than a brilliant essayist, Macaulay has earned a place among the great men of the past and present, and in death the author of the Lays of Ancient Rome, and the ballad on the Spanish Armada, will face Thomas Campbell, who won a poet's fame by the Pleasures of Hope. A few feet from the grave of the ennobled poet of the nineteenth century stands the fine old piece of Gothic sculpture which marks the resting-place of Chaucer- father of English poetry.

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"Just opposite to the tomb of Chaucer, the day starre' of English poetry, is the monument of Fairie Spenser,' the sunrise of our poetry, who died, as Ben Jonson tells, 'for lack of bread, refusing the twenty pieces sent him by my Lord of Essex, as he was sorry he had no time to spend them.' Fairly obliterated by the hand of Time, the tomb of Spenser bears the inscription, 'Here lies the body of Edmund Spenser, the prince of poets in his time, whose divine spirit needs no other witness than the works which he has left behind him.' Beaumont, the dramatist, sleeps bere too, but no memorial or inscription marks his resting-place; it is, however, immediately behind Chaucer's tomb. A marble, much defaced, erected by the Countess of Dorset, bears in very illegible characters an inscription written by Ben Jonson for the tomb of Drayton. Still nearer Macaulay's grave there is the small pavement stone, with the inscription, ' O rare Ben Jonson, which Aubrey tells us was done at the charge of Jack Young, who, walking there when the grave was covering, gave the fellow eighteen pence to cut it. At the recent relaying of the pavement of

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the Abbey, the original stone was removed and destroyed. A few feet distant is the monument of Cowley, raised by George, Duke of Buckingham. A monument raised by Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham, marks the grave of Dryden Glorious John,' who was followed to his resting-place by mourners in twenty mourningcoaches, each drawn by six horses, and at whose requiem an ode of Horace was sung, with an accompaniment of trumpets and hautboys.

"The only titled poet that sleeps in this part of the Abbey is the Earl of Roscommon, the famous master of the horse to the Duchess of York at the Restoration. Another companion of Macaulay is Nicholas Rowe. There are also Matthew Prior and John Gay, and he whose tomb bore the inscription, in imitation of that of Jonson, 'O rare Sir William Davenant;' and Samuel Johnson, David Garrick, and Richard Brinsley Sheridan, and Camden, the father of English history; May, the historian of the Long Parliament; Gifford, the editor of the Tory Quarterly Review;' Dr. Parr, and numerous others. At the opposite or north end of the transept, there towers above other memorable graves the stately monument of Chatham, of whom Macaulay wrote, and the words are now not less applicable to himself: 'Among the eminent men whose bones lie near him, scarcely one has left a more stainless, and none a more splendid name.""

Upon the authority of the "London Illustrated News," it appears that

"The will of Mr. Macaulay was proved in the principal registry of the Court of Probate on the 12th of January, by Mr. Thomas Flower Ellis, of the Middle Temple, barrister, Recorder of Leeds, one of the executors, power being reserved to Sir Charles Edward Trevelyan, K. C. B., and Lady Hannah More Trevelyan, wife of Sir Charles and sister of Lord Macaulay, the other executors. The personalty was sworn under £80,000. He has left the following legacies: — to his brothers, the Rev. John Macaulay and Charles Zachary Macaulay, each £5000; to his sister, Frances Macaulay, £2000; to his nephews, Henry and Joseph, sons of his brother Henry William Macaulay, each £1000; to his niece, Margaret Jane, daughter of Sir Charles Edward Trevelyan, £10,000; to his nephew, George Otho Trevelyan and niece, Alice Harriet TrevelYan, the son and daughter of Sir Charles, £5000 each; and to his executor, Thomas Flower Ellis, £1000, and that he may make a

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selection from his library of one hundred volumes of printed books; the rest of his library, with his furniture and the residue of his personal estate, together with his real estate, he leaves to his sister, Lady Hannah More Trevelyan. The will bears date the 28th of October, 1858. Witnesses: G. H. Ellis, 7 Spring Gar dens; J. C. Worman, his clerk. It was clearly drawn up, and contained in a sheet and a half of paper. The probate was obtained by Messrs. Lyon & Co., solicitors."

It was well known that Macaulay left much literary matter; of this, the "London Morning Post" said :

"We understand that Lord Macaulay has left behind him the materials for another volume, the publication of which may, for private and family reasons, be some time delayed. But whatever delay may unavoidably occur in the publication of the narrative of William III. and Queen Anne's times, we sincerely trust that at no very distant period our country may be instructed and enriched by a faithful account of the part which the historian played, of the friendships which he formed, of the judgments which he passed on the men and measures of the times in which he lived himself. If we might judge from those specimens of his correspondence which it has been our fortune to peruse, a collection of Lord Macaulay's letters extending over the last thirty years would be a history of England in the age of Canning and Grey, of Peel and Palmerston, quite as fascinating, quite as brilliant, but infinitely more instructive, than Horace Walpole's chronicle of the age of Chatham and Lord North."

The questions who is to be Macaulay's biographer, and who will edit his correspondence, are thus answered in the "Manchester Review":—

"A Whig is needed, and one of high station will be expected to perform the duty, which, nevertheless, for obvious reasons, will not be discharged at once. Lord John Russell is the biographer of Charles James Fox, and did not hesitate to edit the Memoirs of Thomas Moore' (a cheap edition of which, by the way, is in course of being issued by its original publishers, the Messrs. Longman), and Thomas Moore was much more humbly born than Thomas Babington Macaulay. But Lord John has, and probably long will have, severe official duties on his hands. The member of the Whig aristocracy with whom Lord Macaulay had lived for

several years before his death in closer intimacy than with any other was his next-door neighbor, the Duke of Argyll. The Duke of Argyll is a Whig and a Scotchman, like his late friena the great historian. He is young, literary, aspiring, and the duties of the Privy Seal are neither onerous nor engrossing. His grace would be a likely biographer of Lord Macaulay, or at least a likely editor of a 'Macaulay Correspondence.'"

A fine analysis of Macaulay's life and writings appeared in the "Edinburgh Review" of January 1860, and we transfer it in full: —

"The melancholy event which suddenly terminates the labors of the most illustrious man of letters whom England had in this age produced, claims in so peculiar a manner from ourselves the expression of that sorrow and regret which are shared by the whole nation, that we hesitate not to depart on this occasion from the usage of our journal, and to record in these lines our sense of so irreparable a loss.

"Others will relate, as long as literary history excites the sympathy and the curiosity of future ages, the varied and inexhaustible gifts which marked out Thomas Babington Macaulay from all his contemporaries. The astonishing activity of his mind had ranged from early youth through every path of literary research; the capacity and precision of his memory retained and arranged for instant use every page, every thought, every incident, and every name which had at any time attracted his attention. All he read, all he knew,— and what had he not read? what did he not know? was reflected by some spectral process on his memory, where it remained, subject to no change but that of mortality. Accordingly, the studies of his earlier years, the sublime language of the Hebrew Scriptures, the tragic grandeur of the Athenian stage, the eloquence and wisdom of the orators and historians of antiquity, and even the discourses of the Christian Fathers, formed the basis of his mental culture, and were no less present to his mind than every other part of the vast structure of modern literature and history he raised upon it. But while the universal range of his acquirements had rendered him familiar with all that was beautiful and elevated in the literature of other ages and other lands, the focus of his genius centred in the history, the language, and the literary life of England. Profoundly versed in the story of hev growth, and imbued with the spirit of her freedom; admira

bly skilled in the use of his mother tongue, of which it may be said, as Wordsworth said of Milton, that in his hands the thing became a trumpet;' incredibly familiar with the writings and the life of every man, who has left a trace in the letters of this country, till he seemed to have the power of recalling the dead by the vivacity of his own impressions of them. Lord Macaulay was essentially English in his habits of thought and in his tastes. The strongest of all his feelings were the love and pride excited in him by his native land; for he knew her and admired her, not only as the England of this age, but from the dawn of her annals to the fulness of her strength.

“In other men gifted with these extraordinary powers of memory, it has been remarked that the mind is over-burdened with its own stores, and that powers of vigorous thought are not unfrequently wanting to animate and control the mass of acquired knowledge. The intellect of Lord Macaulay was more perfectly constituted. He combined so vivid an imagination with so solid a judgment, that if he had not been a great historian he might have passed down to posterity as a great poet; and while the amount of his intellectual wealth would have overwhelmed a mind of less original power, with him it remained subordinate to the genius of the master. No man was more remarkable for the nice discrimination of his critical powers, or for the ingenious combinations by which he threw a new and vivid light on the course of events, the play of human character, and the principles he lived to advocate and defend. It was this rare union which gave so wonderful a charm to his style; every sentence was instinct with life; every word touched by his pen left its mark; and the same spell which captivated the most accomplished of his contemporaries, and overruled the hostility of his antagonists, gave him an unequalled popularity wherever the language of England is understood or admired.

"We speak of Lord Macaulay mainly as a man of letters, because without doubt that is his chief glory, and his most imperishable character; for, although we have seen and admired the part he sometimes filled in political debate, and his speeches in the House of Commons were not unworthy of himself, he early discerned that he was the heir of a loftier fame than political services can earn, or political distinctions confer. When called by the just favor of the Crown to the august ranks of the British peerage, and to that Senate which, alas! he was never able to address,