watch over her memory, and fought so good a fight for her fame. There is no more significant or memorable touch of nature in the records of her noble soul and unalterable heart than we find in her instant and her lifelong thankfulness for the fervent tribute of Mr. Dobell to the profound and subtle genius, then already fallen still and silent, which had moved as a wind upon the tragic and perilous waters of passion overtopped by the shadow of 'Wuthering Heights.' Those who would understand Charlotte, even more than those who would understand Emily, should study the difference of tenderness between the touch that drew Shirley Keeldar and the touch that drew Lucy Snowe. This latter figure, as Mr. Wemyss Reid has observed with indisputable accuracy of insight, was
