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The trifles with which he amused himself in hours of pain and languor bore the mark of his mind.THE BEST JESTBOOK IN THE WORLDis that which he dictated from memory,without referring to any book,on a day on which illness had rendered him incapable of serious study.

Here are some scattered remarks (from Macaulay)which throw light upon Bacon,and seem to indicate--and maybe demonstrate--that he was competent to write the Plays and Poems:

With great minuteness of observation he had an amplitude of comprehension such as has never yet been vouchsafed to any other human being.

The "Essays"contain abundant proofs that no nice feature of character,no peculiarity in the ordering of a house,a garden or a court-masque,could escape the notice of one whose mind was capable of taking in the whole world of knowledge.

His understanding resembled the tent which the fairy Paribanou gave to Prince Ahmed:fold it,and it seemed a toy for the hand of a lady;spread it,and the armies of powerful Sultans might repose beneath its shade.

The knowledge in which Bacon excelled all men was a knowledge of the mutual relations of all departments of knowledge.

In a letter written when he was only thirty-one,to his uncle,Lord Burleigh,he said,"I have taken all knowledge to be my province."Though Bacon did not arm his philosophy with the weapons of logic,he adorned her profusely with all the richest decorations of rhetoric.

The practical faculty was powerful in Bacon;but not,like his wit,so powerful as occasionally to usurp the place of his reason,and to tyrannize over the whole man.

There are too many places in the Plays where this happens.Poor old dying John of Gaunt volleying second-rate puns at his own name,is a pathetic instance of it."We may assume"that it is Bacon's fault,but the Stratford Shakespeare has to bear the blame.

No imagination was ever at once so strong and so thoroughly subjugated.It stopped at the first check from good sense.

In truth much of Bacon's life was passed in a visionary world--amid things as strange as any that are described in the "Arabian Tales".amid buildings more sumptuous than the palace of Aladdin,fountains more wonderful than the golden water of Parizade,conveyances more rapid than the hippogryph of Ruggiero,arms more formidable than the lance of Astolfo,remedies more efficacious than the balsam of Fierabras.Yet in his magnificent day-dreams there was nothing wild--nothing but what sober reason sanctioned.

Bacon's greatest performance is the first book of the Novum Organum .Every part of it blazes with wit,but with wit which is employed only to illustrate and decorate truth.No book ever made so great a revolution in the mode of thinking,overthrew so many prejudices,introduced so many new opinions.

But what we most admire is the vast capacity of that intellect which,without effort,takes in at once all the domains of science--all the past,the present and the future,all the errors of two thousand years,all the encouraging signs of the passing times,all the bright hopes of the coming age.

He had a wonderful talent for packing thought close and rendering it portable.

His eloquence would alone have entitled him to a high rank in literature.

It is evident that he had each and every one of the mental gifts and each and every one of the acquirements that are so prodigally displayed in the Plays and Poems,and in much higher and richer degree than any other man of his time or of any previous time.He was a genius without a mate,a prodigy not matable.There was only one of him;the planet could not produce two of him at one birth,nor in one age.He could have written anything that is in the Plays and Poems.He could have written this:

The cloud-cap'd towers,the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples,the great globe itself,Yea,all which it inherit,shall dissolve,And,like an insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind.We are such stuff As dreams are made on,and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Also,he could have written this,but he refrained:

Good friend for Iesus sake forbeare To digg the dust encloased heare:

Blest be ye man yt spares thes stones And curst be ye yt moves my bones.

When a person reads the noble verses about the cloud-cap'd towers,he ought not to follow it immediately with Good friend for Iesus sake forbeare,because he will find the transition from great poetry to poor prose too violent for comfort.It will give him a shock.You never notice how commonplace and unpoetic gravel is,until you bite into a layer of it in a pie.