Coleridge incidentally speaks of Helena as “Shakespeare’s loveliest character.”  And Mrs. Jameson, from whose judgment I shall take no appeal, sets her down as exemplifying that union of strength and tenderness which Foster, in one of his Essays, describes as being “the utmost and rarest endowment of humanity";—­a character, she adds, “almost as hard to delineate in fiction as to find in real life.”  Without either questioning or subscribing these statements, I have to confess that, for depth, sweetness, energy, and solidity of character, all drawn into one, Helena is not surpassed by more than two or three of Shakespeare’s heroines.  Her great strength of mind is well shown in that, absorbed as she is in the passion that shapes her life, hardly any of the Poet’s characters, after Hamlet, deals more in propositions of general truth, as distinguished from the utterances of individual sentiment and emotion.  We should suppose that all her thoughts, being struck out in such a glowing heat, would so cleave to the circumstances as to have little force apart from them; yet much that she says holds as good in a general application as in her own particular.  Which rightly infers that she sees things in their principles; that is, her thoughts touch the pith of whatever matter she takes in hand; while at the same time broad axiomatic notes of discourse drop from her with an ease which shows that her mind is thoroughly at home in them.  For this cause, her feelings, strong as they are, never so get the upper hand as to beguile her into any self-delusion; as appears in the unbosoming of herself to the Countess, where we have the greatest reluctance of modesty yielding to a holy regard for truth.  It is there manifest that she has taken a full and just measure of her situation:  she frankly avows the conviction that she “loves in vain,” and that she “strives against hope”; that she “lends and gives where she is sure to lose”; nevertheless she resolves to “venture the well-lost life of hers on his Grace’s cure,” and leave the result in other hands.

In her condition, both there and afterwards, there is much indeed to move our pity; yet her behaviour and the grounds of it are such that she never suffers any loss of our respect; one reason of which is, because we see that her sound faculties and fine feelings are keenly alive to the nature of what she undertakes.  Thus she passes unharmed through the most terrible outward dishonours, firmly relying on her rectitude of purpose; and we dare not think any thing to her hurt, because she looks her danger square in the face, and nobly feels secure in that apparelling of strength.  Here, truly, we have something very like the sublimity of moral courage.  And this precious, peerless jewel in a setting of the most tender, delicate, sensitive womanhood!  It is a clear triumph of the inward and essential over the outward and accidental; her character being radiant of a moral and spiritual grace which the lowest and ugliest situation cannot obscure.