the upper end. He was too much sickened
to go and look at it. He began examining the faces and foreheads of
the company, and was astonished at the first glance by the lofty and
ample development of brain in at least one half. There were
intellects there--or rather capacities of intellect, capable,
surely, of anything, had not the promise of the brow been almost
always belied by the loose and sensual lower features. They were
evidently rather a degraded than an undeveloped race. 'The low
forehead of the Kabyle and Koord,' thought Lancelot, 'is compensated
by the grim sharp lip, and glittering eye, which prove that all the
small capabilities of the man have been called out into clear and
vigorous action: but here the very features themselves, both by
what they have and what they want, testify against that society
which carelessly wastes her most precious wealth, the manhood of her
masses! Tregarva! you have observed a good many things--did you
ever observe whether the men with the large foreheads were better
than the men with the small ones?'

'Ay, sir, I know what you are driving at. I've heard of that new-
fangled notion of scholars, which, if you'll forgive my plain
speaking, expects man's brains to do the work of God's grace.'

'But what have you remarked?'

'All I ever saw was, that the stupid-looking ones were the greatest
blackguards, and the clever-looking ones the greatest rogues.'

Lancelot was rebuked, but not surprised. He had been for some time
past suspecting, from the bitter experience of his own heart, the
favourite modern theory which revives the Neo-Platonism of
Alexandria, by making intellect synonymous with virtue, and then
jumbling, like poor bewildered Proclus, the 'physical understanding'
of the brain with the pure 'intellect' of the spirit.

'You'll see something, if you look round, sir, a great deal easier
to explain--and, I should have thought, a great deal easier to cure-
-than want of wits.'

'And what is that?'

'How different-looking the young ones are from their fathers, and
still more from their grandfathers! Look at those three or four old
grammers talking together there. For all their being shrunk with
age and weather, you won't see such fine-grown men anywhere else in
this booth.'

It was too true. Lancelot recollected now having remarked it before
when at church; and having wondered why almost all the youths were
so much smaller, clum