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facts and realities of life. Although he enjoys a hearty laugh and joke, they must be caused by genuine wit.

43. “Having a nude head in the front, he is constructive and skilful; can plan, arrange, and invent. He is more of a utilitarian than a poet. Yet he loves the beautiful and sublime in nature, the pure and refined.

“Having remarkably large observant powers, he is keen of discernment, and quick in noticing details. Very few things escape his eyes. He is most practical, methodical, and regular. It is not everybody who can please him.

“He can judge of distances, proportions, lengths, breadths, etc., by the eye. He likes a place for everything, and everything in the right place; a time for everything, and everything purposed to time.

“His calculating powers are large; he will not enter into rash undertakings; he can generally see right ahead, and is therefore successful in his undertakings.

“His memory is good for incidents, events, etc., and he would make a good descriptive speaker. As a speaker, he would be to the point, and easily understood. If success depends upon work, he must be a successful man, for he has a hard-working element in him that will never allow him to remain idle.

“Having large causality, comparison, intuition, he is an excellent reasoner, and is subtle in a debate. If his talents have been directed into the right channel, he must have made his mark, and have accomplished a marvellous work, to the astonishment of all beholders, either in a mercantile or professional sphere of labour. Men of his tribe are very rare nowadays.

“GUSTAVUS COHENS.”

44. Next to this mental chart of him, I place a sketch from the life, written for me by my mother’s friend, named in Præterita, vol. ii. § 203, Mrs. John Simon:-

“In the spring of the year 1843, I went to Plymouth, and remained until Midsummer; when, on a certain day of June, it was arranged that I should return to London viâ Southampton; I being then very fond of the sea. John (to whom I was not then married) was to meet me at Southampton, an see me home.

“Accordingly, on the day fixed, I was duly ready, my boxes packed, and I, chatting with my hostess, Mrs. Snow Harris, and her daughters, awaiting the arrival of Mr. Harris, who was (as we fondly believed) securing my berth, and coming to fetch me to the boat. Time passed on,-no Mr. H.! At last at half-past one he appeared.

“‘Oh, papa, how late you are; Miss-will lose the boat!’

“‘She has lost it,’ (in Devon accent, and with a loud laugh.)

“Miss-. ‘Oh! Mr. Harris.’

“‘Yes, it’s blowing up for such a storm as we haven’t had for long, and I’m not going to let you go up Channel to-night. Why, the boats in Catwater are bouncing about already.’

“‘But the boat’s gone,-the Captain,-the other passengers,-oh, you should have let me go!’

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