Our opinion of Neele is, that these posthumous Memoirs show off his real powers better than any preceding publications, and that, had he been fortunately a member of a public School and a University, he would have attained the first honours, of course preferment, and that his melancholy exit would have been prevented. Our ancestors thought that boys of talent, and likely to prove abstract characters, were thus best provided for. But in the present day, empiricism is to produce the effects of magic. But Neele was made for the study, not for the world. Here we shall leave this wreath of roses, the garland which hangs over your untimely tomb, poor Neele! in the language of your own Shakspeare, — dead — dead — dead. It is, however, some satisfaction for us, as friends, to know that we have done justice to your intellectual nobility when you were alive; and sincere is our regret, that all which now remains of you is only an apparition of Memory!