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when imbittered by disappointment, or roused by Injury, the spirit, energy, and character, of every word that came from his lips were irre sistibly interesting. He has drawn himself, in his Canute Gyldenstierne.* There was nothing possible which he would not have done to serve his friend, nor would he he sitate to sacrifice one, if he slandered an absent companion. He admitted, and yielded, to the frailties of humanity. But he told his friends the harshest truths when he con ceived he could benefit them, or others, by the painful lesson. I never did, nor do I suppose I ever shall, know his equal in vera city, and honesty ; he was nicely scrupulous j firm in the important concerns of life, atten tive in trifles. There was a correctness, deli cacy, and sweetness in his friendship, pecu liarly his own. He devoted himself to it. The principal efforts of his genius were of ferings at that sacred shrine. “ When I call to mind how entirely he lived for his friends; when I remember that I was * One of the characters in Dyveke.
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