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Melanesia doesn't have such combinations of consonants and harsh sounds as our vernacular rejoices in. If I speak loud, as in preaching, I am pretty clear still; but I can't read at all properly now without real awkwardness. 'I am delighted with Shairp's "Essays" that Pena sent me.
Shairp's excellent notice of Wordsworth to turn again to his biography, I found, in the words of this great man, whom I, for one, must always listen to with the profoundest respect, a sentence passed on the critic's business, which seems to justify every possible disparagement of it. Wordsworth says in one of his letters :
Shairp's wrath and allay her rising fears. For she had fears. She did not know why Mr. Hugo seemed to want her out of the way. She fancied that he had secret plans which he could not carry out if the house were full of servants. She did not like to appeal to Mr. Colquhoun. For she knew, as well as everybody in the county knew, that Mrs.
David, king of Israel, would pass a sounder judgment on a man than either Nathaniel or David Hume. Now, Principal Shairp's recent volume, although I believe no one will read it without respect and interest, has this one capital defect that there is imperfect sympathy between the author and the subject, between the critic and the personality under criticism.
The lady was "Williamina Belches, sole child and heir of a gentleman who was a cadet of the ancient family of Invermay, and who afterwards became Sir John Stuart of Fettercairn." She married Sir William Forbes in 1797 and died in 1810. Life, vol. i. p. 333; Shairp's Memoirs of Principal Forbes, pp. 4, 5, 8vo, London, 1873, where her portrait, engraved from a miniature, is given.
The most interesting evidence comes from Principal Shairp's well-known lines in Balliol Scholars, 1840-1843, written, or at least published, many years later, in 1873: "The one wide-welcomed for a father's fame, Entered with free bold step that seemed to claim Fame for himself, nor on another lean.
Those who remember the tones and the voice in which the sermons were heard at St. Mary's we may refer to Professor Shairp's striking account in his volume on Keble, and to a recent article in the Dublin Review can remember how utterly unlike an orator in all outward ways was the speaker who so strangely moved them. The notion of judging of Dr. Newman as an orator never crossed their minds.
Goldwin Smith's Life of Cowper. Wright's Life of Cowper. Shairp's Robert Burns. Carlyle's Essay on Burns. Lockhart's Life of Scott., Hutton's Life of Scott. Yonge's Life of Scott. Goldwin Smith's Life of Jane Austen. Helm's Jane Austen and her Country House Comedy. Mitton's Jane Austen and her Times. Adams's The Story of Jane Austen's Life. Robertson's Wordsworth and the English Lake Country.
"It is not Miss Murray," said Hugo, carelessly; "it is her cousin, Miss Heron." Mrs. Shairp's eyebrows expressed astonishment and contempt, although her lips murmured only "That wee bit lassie!" But she made no further objection to the plan which Hugo now suggested to her. He wanted her not to leave Mrs. She had a sister in Aberdeen could she not pay this sister a visit? Mrs.
David, king of Israel, would pass a sounder judgment on a man than either Nathaniel or David Hume. Now, Principal Shairp's recent volume, although I believe no one will read it without respect and interest, has this one capital defect that there is imperfect sympathy between the author and the subject, between the critic and the personality under criticism.
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