The incidents of their lives had been few and common-place:  it would be easy, but wearisome, to specify the orchards and the bee-hives which Julian had robbed as a school-boy; the rebellions he had headed; the monkey tricks he had played upon old fish-women; and the cruel havoc he made of cats, rats, and other poor tormented creatures, who had ministered to his wanton and brutalizing joys.  In like manner, wearily, but easily, might I relate how Charles grew up the nurse’s darling, though little of his flaunting mother’s; the curly-pated young book-worm; the sympathizing, innoffensive, gentle heart, whose effort still it was to countervail his brother’s evil:  how often, at the risk of blows, had he interposed to save some drowning puppy:  how often paid the bribe for Julian’s impunity, when mulcted for some damage done in the way of broken windows, upset apple-stalls, and the like:  how often had he screened his bad twin-brother from the flagellatory consequences of sheer idleness, by doing for him all his school-tasks:  how often striven to guide his insensate conscience to truth, and good, and wisdom:  how often, and how vainly!

And when the youths grew up, and their good and evil grew up with them, it were possible to tell you a heart-rending tale of Julian’s treachery to more than one poor village beauty; and many a pleasing trait of Charles’s pure benevolence, and wise zeal to remedy his brother’s mischiefs.  The one went about doing ill, and the other doing good:  Julian, on account of obligations, more truly than in spite of them, hated Charles; and yet one great aim of all Charles’s amiabilities tended continually to Julian’s good, and he strove to please him, too, while he wished to bless him.  The one had grown to manhood, full of unrepented sins, and ripe for darker crime:  the other had attained a like age of what is somewhat satirically called discretion, having amassed, with Solon of old, “knowledge day by day,” having lived a life of piety and purity, and blest with a cheerful disposition, that teemed with happy thoughts.

They had, of course, in the progress of human life, been both laid upon the bed of sickness, where, with similar contrast, the one lay muttering discontent, and the other smiling patiently:  they had both been in dangers by land and by sea, where Julian, though not a little lacking to himself at the moment of peril, was still loudly minacious till it came too near; while Charles, with all his caution, was more actually courageous, and in spite of all his gentleness, stood against the worst undaunted:  they had both, with opposite motives and dissimilar modes of life, passed through various vicissitudes of feeling, scene, society; and the influence of circumstance on their different characters, heightened or diminished, bettered or depraved, by the good or evil principle in each, had produced their different and probable results.

Thus, strangely dissimilar, the twin-brothers together stand before us:  Julian the strong impersonation of the animal man, as Charles of the intellectual; Julian, matter; Charles, spirit; Julian, the creature of this world, tending to a lower and a worse:  Charles, though in the world, not of the world, and reaching to a higher and a better.