ary, and then hate our prison forever.
How sparkling was Reade's crisp brilliancy in Peg Woffington! --but into what disagreeable affectations it has since degenerated!
Carlyle was a boon to the human race, amid the tameness into which English style was declining; but who is not tired of him and his catchwords now?
Now the age has outgrown him, and is approaching a mode of writing which unites the smoothness of the eighteenth century with the vital vigor of the seventeenth, so that Sir Thomas Browne and Andrew Marvell seem quite as near to us as Pope or Addison,a style penetrated with the best spirit of Carlyle, without a trace of Carlylism.
Be neither too lax nor too precise in your use of language: the one fault ends in stiffness, the other in slang.
Some one told the Emperor Tiberius that he might give citizenship to men, but not to words.
To be sure, Louis XIV.
in childhood, wishing for a carriage, called for mon carrosse, and made the former feminine a masculine to all
With the same careful discrimination we must try to study the astonishing part played by the ministers in the witchcraft delusions.
It must be remembered that the belief in this visitation was no new or peculiar thing in New England.
The Church, the Scriptures, the mediaeval laws, had all made it a capital crime.
There had been laws against it in England for a hundred years. Bishop Jewell had complained to Queen Elizabeth of the alarming increase of witches and sorcerers.
Sir Thomas Browne had pronounced it flat atheism to doubt them.
High legal and judicial authorities, as Dalton, Keeble, Sir Matthevw Hale, had described this crime as definitely and seriously as any other.
In Scotland four thousand had suffered death for it in ten years; Cologne, Nuremberg, Geneva, Paris, were executing hundreds every year; even in 1749 a girl was burnt alive in Wurtzburg; and is it strange, if, during all that wild excitement, Massachusetts put to death twenty?
The only wonder is in