It was at nearly the same date, 4th February, that Keats, Shelley, and Hunt wrote each a sonnet on The Nile: in my judgment, Shelley's is the least successful of the three.

We are to understand (but Shelley is too great a master to formulate it in words)

Mr. Timothy Shelley was a very ordinary country gentleman in essentials, and a rather eccentric one in some details.

Shelley's is the purest, the most hopeful, and the noblest voice of the Revolution.

Shelley is generallyand I think most justlyregarded as a peculiarly melodious versifier: but it must not be supposed that he is rigidly exact in his use of rhyme.

Mr. Shelley was a candidate for the position of collector of customs of the port of St. Paul and his name had been sent to the senate by President Johnson, but as that body was largely Republican his nomination lacked confirmation.

There was magic, there was revelation in the name, and Shelley became my soul's divinity.

Strangely enough, Shelley, the man who was the greatest sinner of them all against the canons of good taste, was the man who saw that new fact, if not most clearly, still most intensely, and who proclaimed it most boldly.

Coleridge, also, provided easy material for scorn from vigorous manhood; and Shelley, as Wilson remarks elsewhere, was "the greatest sinner of the oracular schoolbecause the only true poet." CHRISTOPHER NORTH ON POPE

It is only natural to think that Lady Shelley is not the person to write the biography of the poet, whose relationship to her is such a close one.

"Among our countrymen I made no new acquaintances; Shelley, Monk Lewis, and Hobhouse were almost the only English people I saw.

Shelley is not a national hero, not because he lacked the distinctive qualities of an Englishman, but for the opposite reasonbecause he possessed so many of them in an extreme degree.

Here Shelley is the poet of the moonrise, and of the tender exquisite fancies that can never be expressed.

Shelley was a mutineer on board ship, and a deserter from the ranks; and he must, therefore, wait for a biographer, as other denounced and daring geniuses have waited for their audience or their epitaph.

The German poet, Heine, said that liberty was the religion of this century, and of this religion Shelley was a worshiper.

How much more pleasant a leader, then, must Shelley be, who unquestionably did scale his little Olympushaving made it himself first to fit his own stature.

SHELLEY, MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT, author of "Frankenstein," daughter of William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft; became the wife of the poet Shelley in 1816 after a two years' illicit relationship; besides "Frankenstein" (1828), wrote several romances, "The Last Man," "Lodore," &c., also "Rambles in Germany and Italy"; edited with valuable notes her husband's works (1797-1851).

Shelley was then only nineteen and very changeable.

Mrs. Shelley was a conventional woman, with a high ideal of social respectability.