apostrophe to the sleeping infant at his side--infant destined to
develop as wayward a genius and to lead as restless and irresolute a
life as his father. Its closing lines--

"Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness...
... whether the eave-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles
Quietly shining to the quiet moon"--

might have flowed straight from the pen of Wordsworth himself.

2. "You had a great loss in not seeing Coleridge. He is a wonderful
man. His conversation teems with soul, mind, and spirit. Then he is so
benevolent, so good tempered and cheerful, and, like William, interests
himself so much about every little trifle. At first I thought him very
plain, that is, for about three minutes; he is pale, thin, has a wide
mouth, thick lips, and not very good teeth, longish loose-growing half-
curling rough black hair. But if you hear him speak for five minutes
you think no more of them. His eye is large and full, and not very dark
but gray, such an eye as would receive from a heavy soul the dullest
expression; but it speaks every emotion of his animated mind: it has
more of the poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling than I ever witnessed.
He has fine dark eyebrows and an overhanging forehead."

3. The lines--