Verschwindet doch! Wir haben ja aufgeklaert.

Engel opposed Kant in philosophical treatises, one of which is entitled Zwei Gerpraeche den Werth der Kritik betreffend.  He too occupied a considerable space in Literature—­his works fill twelve volumes, besides a few other pieces.  ‘To him,’ says Joerdens, ’the criticism of taste and of art, speculative, practical, and popular philosophy, owe many of their later advances in Germany.’  Joerdens pronounces his romance, entitled Lorenz Stark, a masterpiece in its way, and says of his plays, that they deserve a place beside the best of Lessing’s.  He was the author of a miscellaneous work, entitled The Philosopher for the World, and is praised by Cousin as a meritorious anthropologist.  Engel was born September 11, 1741, at Parchim, of which his father was pastor, in Mecklenburg-Schwerin; died June 28, 1802.  Neither Nicolai nor Engel is noticed by Cousin among the adversaries of Kant’s doctrine:  the intelligent adversaries,—­who assailed it with skill and knowledge, rather proved its strength than discovered its weakness. Fortius acri ridiculum; but this applies only to transient triumphs, where the object of attack, though it furnishes occasion for ridicule, affords no just cause for it.  S.C.

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(b) PERSONAL REMINISCENCES (1836), BY THE HON.  MR. JUSTICE COLERIDGE.

In the summer of 1836 I went on the Northern Circuit with Baron Parke.  We took Bowness and Storrs, in our way from Appleby to Lancaster; and I visited Wordsworth, and my dear friend Arnold from Storrs.  It was my fortune to have to try the great Hornby Castle cause, as it was called; this I did at the end of the circuit, returning from Liverpool to Lancaster for the purpose.  Arnold was kind enough to lend me his house (Foxhow) for the vacation; and when the circuit ended, my wife and children accompanied me to it, and we remained there six weeks.  During that time Mr. and Mrs. Wordsworth were our only neighbours, and we scarcely saw any one besides; but we needed no other addition to the lovely and loveable country in which we were.  He was extremely kind, both in telling us where to go, and very often going with us.  He was engaged in correcting the press for a new edition of his poems.  The London post, I think, went out at 2 P.M., and then, he would say, he was at our service.  A walk with him in that country was a real treat:  I never met with a man who seemed to know a country and the people so well, or to love them better, nor one who had such exquisite taste for rural scenery:  he had evidently cultivated it with great care; he not only admired the beauties, but he could tell you what were the peculiar features in each scene, or what the incidents to which it owed its peculiar charm.  He combined, beyond any man with whom I ever met, the unsophisticated poetic delight in the beauties of nature with a somewhat