course to which he invited all who were distinguished on the liberal side of politics or wit, had, in the mean time, constituted, him a kind of representative of theirs in the great world. The Edinburgh Review was said, (though erroneously) to be concocted at Holland House, owing to the residence with him of his friend Mr. Allen, who was one of its principal contributors; and the reputation thus publicly acquired was maintained at his hospitable table by a conversation which, though full of his personal good-nature, was remarkable for its exaction of the severest reasoning, and the most scrupulous attention to facts. How he reconciled this nicety, or his liberal principles in general, with that unbounded admiration for Bonaparte, which has lately transpired in his posthumous "Recollections of Foreign Courts," it is difficult to say. The admiration, we have no doubt,

was driven into the inconsistency by the hypocrisy and broken promises of Bonaparte's enemies, the kings and ministers, who pretended to oppose him in behalf of freedom. The same disgust at hypocrisy, sharpened by personal experience of the inconsistency of those customs in his own country which will discountenance at court what they consecrate at the altar, led him to speak freely of this habits of courts in general; and offence was taken at the moment, both at his Napoleon predilections and his old-world aversions. cloud on the memory of so warm a heart was not calculated to last. Privately he will be remembered only for his benevolence, and for the great increase of pleasant associations which he has given to Holland House; and there is a reigning circumstance in his career, which will procure him a niche in the parliamentary history of his times, equally unique

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and beautiful-and that is, that whenever a measure was carried through the House of Lords which was not of a just or generous nature, Lord Holland's "Protest" against it was sure to be found upon the records. He might have been called, in a new sense of the word, the Protestant Peer. There is a book of his also, which will live, the other posthumous work, entitled, "Reminiscences of the Whig Party." It is written not only with correctness and elegance, but with a charming mixture of acuteness and goodnature of the sharp and the sweet, the "true pine-apple flavour," and contains some masterly portraitures of character.

It is a pity that the lives of such men are not always as long as they might be. Lord Holland had a constitutional tendency to gout which, till he was married, he kept under by hard riding and hunting, of which, up to that

period, he had been extremely fond. He afterwards, like his uncle Charles, used to play at tennis, and to fish; for, with the same inconsistency, and like many another good man before him (and since) he was an instance of the wonderful effect of habit and education in being able to blink the unanswerable objection that lies at the core of all reasoning on the subject of "sporting;" to wit, the unwarrantableness of any pleasure founded on the infliction of pain. During the last twenty years of his life, his gout conspired with his love of books to render him less and less active, till at last he became wholly confined to his chair; and the disease killed him at the age of sixty-seven.

It has been observed of the Fox face, that it improved with every generation. Lord Holland is described in a contemporary letter

of one of his relations as being very hand

some when a child, and he was comely throughout life. The only objection to be made to his face was, that the nose, though of a manly shape and well-formed, was somewhat too small-a defect to which his friend Napoleon, who thought nothing was to be done but by men with well-developed noses, would have attributed the inactivity that hastened his end. Perhaps it was lucky for the Emperor that his future panegyrist, though he good-humouredly encouraged playful allusions to the defect from his family, was not aware of the great man's opinion in this respect; which has but lately, we believe, transpired. His lordship might have observed, however, that if his life was not so stirring as the great captain's, it was longer, more his own, and had a better end; that his uncle Charles, though he had nose enough to lead a great party, died of a dropsy,