Around his ample shirt-collar a black cravat was loosely tied, But nothing could detract from the p:>wer of his massive forehead, high and broad, and nothing could be mere pic turesque than the long black hair, fine as silk (but plentifully mixed with grey), which fell over his fine head down even to his shoulders. His eyes are dark grey, I think, and have the peculiar appearance about the lids common to all students, and especially night readers, which is very clearly perceived and defined in pho tographs of the poet. His mouth is constantly smiliug, but his eyes seem to be absent while he is speaking, searching everywhere for something that is not present—that strange, speculative look that is ndt easy to convey by description, and must be comprehended rather than clearly defined. His voice is rich and sonorous, but he chooses his words slowly, and, I should think by this, betrays that, in his composition, he is equally careful and slow. A sort of dreamy, ruminating voice, that has spoken, yet is fur beyond the voice in thought. In speaking of Carlyle, the poet, on looking upon the picture of the author of' Sartor Resartus,' said : "' He has a sad face. Do you not think so?" "'Yes!' I replied, 'but I can conceive that he lias many of the same qualities he loved in Frederick the Great.' '"Doubi less,'was the reply, accompanied by one of those strange smiles. '• Our conversation turned upon the beau ties of the Isle of Wight, England generally, my own stay in it, and gradually upon America. He had many questions to ask me of Boston friends—the sudden death of Mr. Ticknor (of Ticknor and Fields), and finally, asked me if 1 knew Mr. Henry Tuckerman. I said I had not that pleasure, and I under stood him to praise that gentleman. At last I expressed the hope that some day, not for distant, we should have the honour of a visit from him, so that the thousands of lovers of his sung in America could welcome him, He interrupted me by a firm— "'No! I think not.' "'Why? may I ask.' '"Ah! you are too violent over there for, me' (referring to our late civil war.) '"But now that we are at peace,'l ad vanced, 'Riid slavery is at au end'. 