That poor retention could not so much hold, We next come to a singular passage in this friendship, — an injury and quarrel of a most painful and trying character, a forgiveness and reconciliation which reveal a surpassing magnanimity of love. The history of this passage throws an interesting light on Othello's terrible outbreaks of invective against Desdemona, from the personal experience of Shakespeare. He was accustomed to reside a portion of the year at Stratford. It seems that during his absence, here or elsewhere, his mistress, smitten with the beauty and wit of Herbert, succeeded in winning him to her arms. Shakespeare discovered the treachery, and was plunged into the deepest distress. He bitterly denounces the woman. "Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan, 66 Is 't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be ? A torment thrice threefold thus to be crossed." 'My better angel is a man right fair, In the Sonnet beginning, "The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action," he inveighs against sensual vice in a strain of earnest power, which unmasks all its degradation with an edge of truth as energetic and contemptuous as that of the speech of the Duke to Jacques in "As You Like It." He upbraids his friend with mingled severity and forbearance, a deep sense of wrong and magnanimous palliation and yearning. "What potions have I drank of siren tears And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; A loss in love that touches me more nearly." He makes excuses for him even while blaming. Where thou art forced to break a double truth." Was ever an injury so gorgeously depicted, so sublimely excused, as, in the following verses, the one inflicted by Herbert on Shakespeare? "Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, The region cloud hath masked him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth." With what pathetic depth of feeling he complains, relents, and resigns himself, in the next piece! "Take all my loves, my Love, yea, take them all : To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury. Again the struggle of resentment and love breaks forth, and through the splendid imagery we can see the traces of suffering. "Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, For no man well of such a salve can speak Ah! but those tears are pearls which thy love sheds, Herbert appears to have soon repented with sincere shame, made overtures to his aggrieved friend, "and tendered That humble salve which wounded bosoms fits." Shakespeare generously writes to him, "No more be grieved at that which thou hast done; Thy sins excusing more than thy sins are." Their former love is restored in more than its original ful ness. "That you were once unkind befriends me now, And for that sorrow which I then did feel "O benefit of ill! now I find true That better is by evil still made better; Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater." In the later ripeness of their friendship, Herbert complained that his friend had ceased to write to him as in the earlier stages of their intercourse. Shakespeare explains and excuses his silence thus: "My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming; And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Shakespeare, in his modesty, and in the felt disparity of his performance to his idea and aspiration, undervalued his own productions. But Herbert admiringly applauded and cherished them, and scorned to care what the fashionable world might think of the incompatibility of an equal friendship between a peerless earl and a despised player. In a mood of melancholy presentiment, the poet, foreseeing that after his death some persons will task his noble friend to recite what merit he had seen in him to love so much, says: "O, lest your true love may seem false in this, And so should you, to love things nothing worth." One more quotation and strangely lofty and plaintive is its strain, as if a snatch of melody, wailed over some angel's hearse in the hall of heaven, had wandered down to mortal ears must suffice. The conceptions of Prospero, Hamlet, and Lear, stirring all the depths of affection and wonder as VOL. LXXIII. 5TH S. VOL. XI. NO. III. 37 they do, evoke and fix upon their author our personal love and admiration in a fainter degree than the unmatched disinterestedness, the divine humanity of these lines: "No longer mourn for me when I am dead, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, It cannot but be regretted that no record of this friendship on the part of Pembroke exists from his own pen: though the omission is not mysterious, but natural, since it is not customary for men, save those like a Goethe, in whom the literary propensity is predominant, to write the history of their affections. We know not how he bore the death of his immortal companion, whether he attended his funeral, or paid any other tribute to his memory besides accepting the dedication of his plays. He survived that event fourteen years, and died instantly in the night, of apoplexy, - a sudden rush of blood into the rich chambers of the brain where lived so many of Shakespeare's thoughts, and perchance so many thoughts of Shakespeare. A melancholy tradition in the Pembroke family relates that, when an incision was made in his side for the purpose of embalming, the right arm rose in gesture of deprecation. And here ends the story of the friendship recounted in the Sonnets of Shakespeare, though the portions brought forward only hint the riches contained in the rest. The contemptuous estimate of them once current is no longer possible; but the final verdict of the world on their merits will furnish as striking a contrast to that now popular, as is already afforded by a comparison of the rank now assigned by mankind to the intellectual and moral quality of his plays with that assigned by Hume and Voltaire, when the former said, "Born in a rude age, without any instruction either from |