Mr Helps is strictly an original writer, in the sense of thinking for himself; but at the same time, one of his excellences consists in an adroit and novel use of commonplaces.  There is, indeed, as much originality in putting a new face upon old verities, as in producing new ones from the mint of one’s invention.  As Emerson has remarked, valuable originality does not consist in mere novelty or unlikeness to other men, but in range and extent of grasp and insight.  This is a fact, too, which Mr Helps has noted.  ‘A suggestion,’ says he, ’may be ever so old; but it is not exhausted until it is acted upon, or rejected on sufficient reason.’  He has, therefore, no fastidious dread of saying anything which has been said before, but readily welcomes wise thoughts from all directions, often reproducing them with such felicity of expression, as to give them new effect.  Thus, in all the elements of a profitable originality, he is rich and generous; and from few books of modern times could so large a store of aphorisms, fine sayings, and admirable observations be selected.  We have marked a great many more than can be incorporated in the present paper; but some few may be, nevertheless, presented.  Here, for instance, is a fine remark on time—­next to love, the most hackneyed subject in the world:—­’Men seldom feel as if they were bounded as to time:  they think they can afford to throw away a great deal of that commodity; thus shewing unconsciously in their trifling the sense that they have of their immortality.’  On another familiar topic—­human progress—­he writes thus:—­’The progress of mankind is like the incoming of the tide, which, from any given moment, is almost as much of a retreat as an advance, but still the tide moves on.’  Emerson has used the same figure, but in a passage which ought not to be regarded as impairing our author’s originality.

On the vexed and perplexing question of Evil, Mr Helps has said many acute and consolatory things, from among which we have culled the following sentences:—­’The man who is satisfied with any given state of things that we are likely to see on earth, must have a creeping imagination:  on the other hand, he who is oppressed by the evils around him so as to stand gaping at them in horror, has a feeble will and a want of practical power, and allows his fancy to come in, like too much wavering light upon his work, so that he does not see to go on with it.  A man of sagacity, while he apprehends a great deal of the evil around him, resolves what part of it he will be blind to for the present, in order to deal best with what he has in hand; and as to men of any genius, they are not imprisoned or rendered partial even by their own experience of evil, much less are their attacks upon it paralysed by their full consciousness of its large presence.’  Here, in the next place, is an aphorism worth pondering and remembrance:—­’Vague injurious reports are no men’s lies, but all men’s carelessness.’  And by the side of it we