possessed, in a far greater degree than their adversaries, those qualities which are the grace of private life.  With many of the vices of the Round Table, they had also many of its virtues, courtesy, generosity, veracity, tenderness, and respect for women.  They had far more both of profound and of polite learning than the Puritans.  Their manners were more engaging, their tempers more amiable, their tastes more elegant, and their households more cheerful.

Milton did not strictly belong to any of the classes which we have described.  He was not a Puritan.  He was not a freethinker.  He was not a Royalist.  In his character the noblest qualities of every party were combined in harmonious union.  From the Parliament and from the court, from the conventicle and from the Gothic cloister, from the gloomy and sepulchral circles of the Roundheads, and from the Christmas revel of the hospitable Cavalier, his nature selected and drew to itself whatever was great and good, while it rejected all the base and pernicious ingredients by which those finer elements were defiled.  Like the Puritans, he lived

     “As ever in his great taskmaster’s eye.”

Like them, he kept his mind continually fixed on the Almighty Judge and an eternal reward.  And hence he acquired their contempt of external circumstances, their fortitude, their tranquillity, their inflexible resolution.  But not the coolest sceptic or the most profane scoffer was more perfectly free from the contagion of their frantic delusions, their savage manners, their ludicrous jargon, their scorn of science, and their aversion to pleasure.  Hating tyranny with a perfect hatred, he had nevertheless all the estimable and ornamental qualities which were almost entirely monopolized by the party of the tyrant.  There was none who had a stronger sense of the value of literature, a finer relish for every elegant amusement, or a more chivalrous delicacy of honor and love.  Though his opinions were democratic, his tastes and his associations were such as best harmonize with monarchy and aristocracy.  He was under the influence of all the feelings by which the gallant Cavaliers were misled.  But of those feelings he was the master, and not the slave.  Like the hero of Homer, he enjoyed all the pleasures of fascination; but he was not fascinated.  He listened to the song of the Sirens; yet he glided by without being seduced to their fatal shore.  He tasted the cup of Circe; but he bore about him a sure antidote against the effects of its bewitching sweetness.  The illusions which captivated his imagination never impaired his reasoning powers.  The statesman was proof against the splendor, the solemnity, and the romance which enchanted the poet.  Any person who will contrast the sentiments expressed in his treatises on Prelacy with the exquisite lines on ecclesiastical architecture and music in the Penseroso, which was published about the same time, will understand our meaning.  This is an inconsistency which, more than anything else, raises his character in our estimation, because it shows how many private tastes and feelings he sacrificed, in order to do what he considered his duty to mankind.  It is the very struggle of the noble Othello.  His heart relents; but his hand is firm.  He does naught in hate, but all in honor.  He kisses the beautiful deceiver before he destroys her.