Andrew Jackson was an untamed and untamable moral savage in his intercourse with men, but perfectly tractable and courteous in his association with women; and the whole ardor and impetuosity of his stern and irascible nature was concentrated in his illicit love for Mrs. Robards, not yet then divorced, whom he finally espoused; after which he breathed out threatenings and slaughter to all who ventured to condemn their originally irregular connection; and when this extremely amiable and attractive looking woman died (from an excess of joy, inducing apoplexy) just after and because the General was elected to the Presidency, his heart was buried with her; and he caused a most pathetic eulogy to be inscribed on her tomb, in which he reminded the world of, and berated her slanderers. This kind woman, who could neither read nor write, controlled him: a thing the entire Congress of the United States, and the entire cultured classes, acting in unison, failed to accomplish.

Yet he could not endure everything. When a friend rode out from Nashville to announce the General's appointment as Territorial Governor of Florida she was wild with joy, for she was as ambitious as Napoleon Bonaparte: "Will I be Governess, General ?" cried she. "No," exclaimed the irate husband, "you will be nothing but a fool, as ever."

The last word of Charles the Second was an entreaty to his courtiers to take care of the woman who had been the pander to his libidinousness; the parting admonition of Lord Nelson to the English nation was in behalf of his paramour, Lady Hamilton, who cast the only dark shadow on the colossal fame of the world's greatest Admiral. Nor need I mention the many cases in remote and recent history of the world's greatest heroes, statesmen and divines risking their all for the glamour and witchery of illicit love.

Less dramatic and sensational, but of equal import as defining and illustrating character, is the impress made upon men and women of strong wills and brilliant intellects

by pure and consecrated love. The case of Thomas Carlyle and Jane Welsh is strongly in point here; and likewise that of John Stuart Mill and his wife; of William Ewart Gladstone and his wife; and of Mrs. Lewes and her husband, albeit he was at the same time the husband of another; and the case of Burr, just mentioned.

All history attests that men of the greatest force of intellect and character have been weak and flaccid in the region of the heart. The coarse story of Susanna and the Elders; the thrilling episode of Abelard and Heloise; the infatuation of Antony for Cleopatra, are but types of well-known classes. The pathetic romance of Paul and Virginia finds a responsive echo in every gallant heart; the pleading of Ruth with Naomi strikes a sympathetic chord in every noble nature; the drama of Romeo and Juliet will never be rehearsed to dull ears till human nature is shorn of its pathos; and many an unrecorded Leander besides the laurelled one has swam some Hellespont to hold tender dalliance with the queen of his heart.

To the account of Abraham Lincoln, in the great ledger of human conduct, which will be balanced on that awful Day of Days, is no debit written on the page inscribed and dedicated to, "The purity and chastity of woman." Yet this greatest man of his era-this man of resolute purpose and of inflexible will-this ruler and saviour of a nation of forty millions of people, had a heart as soft and susceptible in the way of gallantry to the fair sex as Topham Beauclerc; in the way of pity as Thomas De Quincey. Indeed, his AttorneyGeneral, Mr. Bates, said that a woman could obtain any legitimate favor she might ask from him, by her tears.

His first attachment seems to have been in his callow youth with a little Miss Kate Roby, she being fifteen and he seventeen. They were school-mates, and their bare-footed attachment seems to have embraced merely the spice and condiment, without any of the seriousness, of love.