nd finds Zucchelli admirable,
Coradori divine. He wonders (1826) about Sir Walter's forthcoming life
of Napoleon, how with his ultra principles Scott will manage to make a
hero of the Corsican. He asks if Gladstone has read 'the new _Vivian
Grey_' (1827)--the second part of that amazing fiction into which an
author, not much older than themselves and destined to strange historic
relations with one of them, had the year before burst upon the world.
Hallam is not without the graceful melancholy of youth, so different
from that other melancholy of ripe years and the deepening twilight.
Under all is the recurrent note of a grave refrain that fatal issues
made pathetic.

'Never since the time when I first knew you,' Hallam wrote to Gladstone
(June 23, 1830), 'have I ceased to love and respect your character ...
It will be my proudest thought that I may henceforth act worthily of
their affection who, like yourself, have influenced my mind for good in
the earliest season of its development. Circumstance, my dear Gladstone,
has indeed separated our paths, but it can never do away with what has
been. The stamp of each of our minds is on the other. Many a habit of
thought in each is modified, many a feeling is associated, which never
would have existed in that combination, had it not been for the old
familiar days when we lived together.'

In the summer of 1827 Hallam quitted Eton for the journey to Italy that
set so important a mark on his literary growth, and he bade his friend
farewell in words of characteristic affection. 'Perhaps you will pardon
my doing by writing what I hardly dare trust myself to do by words. I
received your superb Burke yesterday; and hope to find it a memorial of
past and a pledge for future friendship through both our lives. It is
perhaps rather bold in me to ask a favour immediately on acknowledging
so great a one; but you would please me, and oblige me greatly, if you
will accept this copy of my father's book. It may serve when I am
separated from you, to remind you of one, whose warmest pleasure it will
always be to subscribe himself, Your most faithful friend, A. H. H.'

A few entries from the schoolboy's diary may serve to bring the daily
scene before us, and show what his life was like:--

_October 3, 1826._--Holiday. Walk with Hallam. Wrote over theme.
Read Clarendon. Wrote speech for Saturday week. Poor enough. Did
punishment set by Keate to all the fifth form for being late i