embodiments, there was an ever-present and cogent attribute of noble and ennobling exaltation. Upon the marge of that illimitable ocean of mystery which encircles this world he stood, in awe and wonder, reverently gazing on its depths. Into that great sea he has vanished. Out across those sombre waters he has gone his lonely way. Farewell! A long farewell! No soul

ever endured more sweetly the burden of mortal trials, or made more bravely that dark voyage into the great unknown.

On one of those sad days, after Booth was stricken, and when he was waiting for death, I wrote these words, thinking of him, three thousand miles away, and knowing that we were never to meet again, this side the grave:

NOTE.

Be patient and be wise! The eyes of Death
Look on us with a smile: her soft caress,
That stills the anguish and that stops the breath,
Is Nature's ordination, meant to bless
Our mortal woes with peaceful nothingness.
Be not afraid! The Power that made the light
In your kind eyes, and set the stars on high,
And gave us love, meant not that all should die
Like a brief day-beam quenched in sudden night.
Think that to die is but to fall asleep

And wake refreshed where the new morning breaks,
And golden day her rosy vigour takes

From winds that fan eternity's far height,

And the white crests of God's perpetual deep.

The reader of this memoir is advised to read also for additional facts and thoughts bearing upon this subject, essays written by me, on JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH and EDWIN BOOTH, in my Shadows of the Stage, first and second series.

II.

THE ART OF EDWIN BOOTH.

"In the first seat, in robe of various dyes,
A noble wildness flashing from his eyes,
Sat SHAKESPEARE. — In one hand a wand he bore,
For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore;
The other held a globe, which to his will
Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill:
Things of the noblest kind his genius drew,
And look'd thro' Nature at a single view:

A loose he gave to his unbounded soul,

And taught new lands to rise, new seas to roll;
Call'd into being scenes unknown before,

And, passing Nature's bounds, was something more."

CHURCHILL.