in spite of these wanderings, sterling's course in life, so far as his poor life could have any course or aim beyond that of screening itself from swift death, was getting more and more clear to him; and he pursued it diligently, in the only way permitted him, by hasty snatches, in the intervals of continual fluctuation, change of place and other interruption.

such, once for all, were the conditions appointed him. and it must be owned he had, with a most kindly temper, adjusted himself to these; nay you would have said, he loved them; it was almost as if he would have chosen them as the suitablest. such an adaptation was there in him of volition to necessity:—for indeed they both, if well seen into, proceeded from one source. sterling's bodily disease was the expression, under physical conditions, of the too vehement life which, under the moral, the intellectual and other aspects, incessantly struggled within him. too vehement;—which would have required a frame of oak and iron to contain it: in a thin though most wiry body of flesh and bone, it incessantly "wore holes," and so found outlet for itself. he could take no rest, he had never learned that art; he was, as we often reproached him, fatally incapable of sitting still. rapidity, as of pulsing auroras, as of dancing lightnings: rapidity in all forms characterized him. this, which was his bane, in many senses, being the real origin of his disorder, and of such continual necessity to move and change,—was also his antidote, so far as antidote there might be; enabling him to love change, and to snatch, as few others could have done, from the waste chaotic years, all tumbled into ruin by incessant change, what hours and minutes of available turned up. he had an incredible facility of labor. he flashed with most piercing glance into a subject; gathered it up into organic utterability, with truly wonderful despatch, considering the success and truth attained; and threw it on paper with a swift felicity, ingenuity, brilliancy and general excellence, of which, under such conditions of swiftness, i have never seen a parallel. essentially an improviser genius; as his father too was, and of admirable completeness he too, though under a very different form.

if sterling has done little in literature, we may ask, what other man than he, in such circumstances, could have done anything? in virtue of these rapid faculties, which otherwise cost him so dear, he has built together, out of those wavering boiling quicksands of his few later years, a result which may justly surprise us. there is actually some result in those poor two volumes gathered from him, such as they are; he that reads there will not wholly lose his time, nor rise with a malison instead of a blessing on the writer. here actually is a real seer-glance, of some compass, into the world of our day; blessed glance, once more, of an eye that is human; truer than one of a thousand, and beautifully capable of making others see with it. i have known considerable temporary reputations gained, considerable piles of temporary guineas, with loud reviewing and the like to match, on a far less basis than lies in those two volumes. those also, i expect, will be held in memory by the world, one way or other, till the world has extracted all its benefit from them. graceful, ingenious and illuminative reading, of their sort, for all manner of inquiring souls. a little verdant flowery island of poetic intellect, of melodious human verity; sunlit island founded on the rocks;—which the enormous circumambient continents of mown reed-grass and floating lumber, with their mountain-ranges of ejected stable-litter however alpine, cannot by any means or chance submerge: nay, i expect, they will not even quite hide it, this modest little island, from the well-discerning; but will float past it towards the place appointed for them, and leave said island standing. allah kereem, say the arabs! and of the english also some still know that there is a, difference in the material of mountains!—

as it is this last little result, the amount of his poor and ever-interrupted literary labor, that henceforth forms the essential history of sterling, we need not dwell at too much length on the foreign journeys, disanchorings, and nomadic vicissitudes of household, which occupy his few remaining years, and which are only the disastrous and accidental arena of this. he had now, excluding his early and more deliberate residence in the west indies, made two flights abroad, once with his family, once without, in search of health. he had two more, in rapid succession, to make, and many more to meditate; and in the whole from bayswater to the end, his family made no fewer than five complete changes of abode, for his sake. but these cannot be accepted as in any sense epochs in his life: the one last epoch of his life was that of his internal change towards literature as his work in the world; and we need not linger much on these, which are the mere outer accidents of that, and had no distinguished influence in modifying that.

friends still hoped the unrest of that brilliant too rapid soul would abate with years. nay the doctors sometimes promised, on the physical side, a like result; prophesying that, at forty-five or some mature age, the stress of disease might quit the lungs, and direct itself to other quarters of the system. but no such result was appointed for us; neither forty-five itself, nor the ameliorations promised then, were ever to be reached. four voyages abroad, three of them without his family, in flight from death; and at home, for a like reason, five complete shiftings of abode: in such wandering manner, and not otherwise, had sterling to continue his pilgrimage till it ended.

once more i must say, his cheerfulness throughout was wonderful. a certain grimmer shade, coming gradually over him, might perhaps be noticed in the concluding years; not impatience properly, yet the consciousness how much he needed patience; something more caustic in his tone of wit, more trenchant and indignant occasionally in his tone of speech: but at no moment was his activity bewildered or abated, nor did his composure ever give way. no; both his activity and his composure he bore with him, through all weathers, to the final close; and on the whole, right manfully he walked his wild stern way towards the goal, and like a roman wrapt his mantle round him when he fell.—let us glance, with brevity, at what he saw and suffered in his remaining pilgrimings and chargings; and count up what fractions of spiritual fruit he realized to us from them.

calvert and he returned from madeira in the spring of 1838. mrs. sterling and the family had lived in knightsbridge with his father's people through the winter: they now changed to blackheath, or ultimately hastings, and he with them, coming up to london pretty often; uncertain what was to be done for next winter. literature went on briskly here: blackwood had from him, besides the onyx ring which soon came out with due honor, assiduous almost monthly contributions in prose and verse. the series called hymns of a hermit was now going on; eloquent melodies, tainted to me with something of the same disease as the sexton's daughter, though perhaps in a less degree, considering that the strain was in a so much higher pitch. still better, in clear eloquent prose, the series of detached thoughts, entitled crystals from a cavern; of which the set of fragments, generally a little larger in compass, called thoughts and images, and again those called sayings and essayings, 17 are properly continuations. add to which, his friend john mill had now charge of a review, the london and westminster its name; wherein sterling's assistance, ardently desired, wasin spite of these wanderings, sterling's course in life, so far as his poor life could have any course or aim beyond that of screening itself from swift death, was getting more and more clear to him; and he pursued it diligently, in the only way permitted him, by hasty snatches, in the intervals of continual fluctuation, change of place and other interruption.

such, once for all, were the conditions appointed him. and it must be owned he had, with a most kindly temper, adjusted himself to these; nay you would have said, he loved them; it was almost as if he would have chosen them as the suitablest. such an adaptation was there in him of volition to necessity:—for indeed they both, if well seen into, proceeded from one source. sterling's bodily disease was the expression, under physical conditions, of the too vehement life which, under the moral, the intellectual and other aspects, incessantly struggled within him. too vehement;—which would have required a frame of oak and iron to contain it: in a thin though most wiry body of flesh and bone, it incessantly "wore holes," and so found outlet for itself. he could take no rest, he had never learned that art; he was, as we often reproached him, fatally incapable of sitting still. rapidity, as of pulsing auroras, as of dancing lightnings: rapidity in all forms characterized him. this, which was his bane, in many senses, being the real origin of his disorder, and of such continual necessity to move and change,—was also his antidote, so far as antidote there might be; enabling him to love change, and to snatch, as few others could have done, from the waste chaotic years, all tumbled into ruin by incessant change, what hours and minutes of available turned up. he had an incredible facility of labor. he flashed with most piercing glance into a subject; gathered it up into organic utterability, with truly wonderful despatch, considering the success and truth attained; and threw it on paper with a swift felicity, ingenuity, brilliancy and general excellence, of which, under such conditions of swiftness, i have never seen a parallel. essentially an improviser genius; as his father too was, and of admirable completeness he too, though under a very different form.

if sterling has done little in literature, we may ask, what other man than he, in such circumstances, could have done anything? in virtue of these rapid faculties, which otherwise cost him so dear, he has built together, out of those wavering boiling quicksands of his few later years, a result which may justly surprise us. there is actually some result in those poor two volumes gathered from him, such as they are; he that reads there will not wholly lose his time, nor rise with a malison instead of a blessing on the writer. here actually is a real seer-glance, of some compass, into the world of our day; blessed glance, once more, of an eye that is human; truer than one of a thousand, and beautifully capable of making others see with it. i have known considerable temporary reputations gained, considerable piles of temporary guineas, with loud reviewing and the like to match, on a far less basis than lies in those two volumes. those also, i expect, will be held in memory by the world, one way or other, till the world has extracted all its benefit from them. graceful, ingenious and illuminative reading, of their sort, for all manner of inquiring souls. a little verdant flowery island of poetic intellect, of melodious human verity; sunlit island founded on the rocks;—which the enormous circumambient continents of mown reed-grass and floating lumber, with their mountain-ranges of ejected stable-litter however alpine, cannot by any means or chance submerge: nay, i expect, they will not even quite hide it, this modest little island, from the well-discerning; but will float past it towards the place appointed for them, and leave said island standing. allah kereem, say the arabs! and of the english also some still know that there is a, difference in the material of mountains!—

as it is this last little result, the amount of his poor and ever-interrupted literary labor, that henceforth forms the essential history of sterling, we need not dwell at too much length on the foreign journeys, disanchorings, and nomadic vicissitudes of household, which occupy his few remaining years, and which are only the disastrous and accidental arena of this. he had now, excluding his early and more deliberate residence in the west indies, made two flights abroad, once with his family, once without, in search of health. he had two more, in rapid succession, to make, and many more to meditate; and in the whole from bayswater to the end, his family made no fewer than five complete changes of abode, for his sake. but these cannot be accepted as in any sense epochs in his life: the one last epoch of his life was that of his internal change towards literature as his work in the world; and we need not linger much on these, which are the mere outer accidents of that, and had no distinguished influence in modifying that.

friends still hoped the unrest of that brilliant too rapid soul would abate with years. nay the doctors sometimes promised, on the physical side, a like result; prophesying that, at forty-five or some mature age, the stress of disease might quit the lungs, and direct itself to other quarters of the system. but no such result was appointed for us; neither forty-five itself, nor the ameliorations promised then, were ever to be reached. four voyages abroad, three of them without his family, in flight from death; and at home, for a like reason, five complete shiftings of abode: in such wandering manner, and not otherwise, had sterling to continue his pilgrimage till it ended.

freely afforded, with satisfaction to both parties, in this and the following years. an essay on montaigne, with the notes and reminiscences already spoken of, was sterling's first contribution here; then one on simonides: 18 both of the present season.

on these and other businesses, slight or important, he was often running up to london; and gave us almost the feeling of his being resident among us. in order to meet the most or a good many of his friends at once on such occasions, he now furthermore contrived the scheme of a little club, where monthly over a frugal dinner some reunion might take place; that is, where friends of his, and withal such friends of theirs as suited,—and in fine, where a small select company definable as persons to whom it was pleasant to talk together,—might have a little opportunity of talking. the scheme was approved by the persons concerned: i have a copy of the original regulations, probably drawn up by sterling, a very solid lucid piece of economics; and the list of the proposed members, signed "james spedding, secretary," and dated "8th august, 1838." 19 the club grew; was at first called the anonymous club; then, after some months of success, in compliment to the founder who had now left us again, the sterling club;—under which latter name, it once lately, for a time, owing to the religious newspapers, became rather famous in the world! in which strange circumstances the name was again altered, to suit weak brethren; and the club still subsists, in a sufficiently flourishing though happily once more a private condition. that is the origin and genesis of poor sterling's club; which, having honestly paid the shot for itself at will's coffee-house or elsewhere, rashly fancied its bits of affairs were quite settled; and once little thought of getting into books of history with them!—

but now, autumn approaching, sterling had to quit clubs, for matters of sadder consideration. a new removal, what we call "his third peregrinity," had to be decided on; and it was resolved that rome should be the goal of it, the journey to be done in company with calvert, whom also the italian climate might be made to serve instead of madeira. one of the liveliest recollections i have, connected with the anonymous club, is that of once escorting sterling, after a certain meeting there, which i had seen only towards the end, and now remember nothing of,—except that, on breaking up, he proved to be encumbered with a carpet-bag, and could not at once find a cab for knightsbridge. some small bantering hereupon, during the instants of embargo. but we carried his carpet-bag, slinging it on my stick, two or three of us alternately, through dusty vacant streets, under the gaslights and the stars, towards the surest cab-stand; still jesting, or pretending to jest, he and we, not in the mirthfulest manner; and had (i suppose) our own feelings about the poor pilgrim, who was to go on the morrow, and had hurried to meet us in this way, as the last thing before leaving england.