^MS ,-.*/', !4 111. f CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY Date Due Cornell University Library BX5199.F94 G96 1905 Hurrell Froude: memoranda and comments, olin 3 1924 029 449 943 Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924029449943 HURRELL FROUDE HURRELL FROUiJK AS A CHILD From an iinjliiishcd portrait l and I am all in a maze ; and it is delightful to have the shadow of a great rock in a weary land to which I may turn for temporary shelter. If I had a year more, I could not make it at all to my satisfaction ; so I must make the best of it.' His note-books for this year and the next are full of the contemned ' distinctions and refinements.' In trying to beat out his conceptions of moral growth (a thing he refused to recognise in himself), he jots down some striking and arrest- ing thoughts. Two or three which lie metaphysically not far apart, must suffice for transcription. They show the ' Reminiscences chiefly of Oriel College and the Oxford Movement, by the Rev. T. Mozley, M.A. London: Longmans, 1882, ii., 388. 38 HURRELL FROUDE [1826 coherence, the synthetic power with which Froude's philosophy knit all worlds into one. — ' For whatever cause the great Author of Nature contrived that resemblance (as it appears to us) which subsists between the part of His dominions of which He has given us a con- sciousness, and that other part with which we are acquainted only through our understanding, it seems calculated to assist our conceptions of the one to observe what passes in the other. . . . The business of our life seems to be to acquire the habit of acting as we should do if we were conscious of all that we know. ... It is delightful to see things turn out well whose case seems in some sort to represent to us our indistinct conceptions of our own. Animals fainting under the effect of exercise, and then again recovering their strength which that very exercise has contributed to increase ; the slow and uncertain degrees in which this increase is effected, and yet the certainty in which it is effected : the growth of trees sometimes tossed by winds and checked by frosts,, yet, by the evil effects of these winds, directed in what quarter to strike their roots so as to secure themselves for the future, and by these frosts hardened and fitted for a new progress the next summer : — in things of this sort I am so constituted as to see brethren in affliction evidently making progress towards release.' • — ' Some people imagine that there is something blasphem- ous in the supposition that a finite creature can be conscious in two places at once. This is so far from being true that even our own experience contradicts it. Perhaps there is some absurdity in the very idea which attributes a place to con- sciousness, or the things capable of it. With regard to our- selves, there is nothing to show us where we are conscious (though most people suppose the conscious thing is somewhere within the body), or that we may not be with equal propriety said to be conscious, or, in other words, to be, wherever any- thing is of which we are conscious. It seems to me that the question where we are, is one not of fact, but of degree ; and that the only facts which make us suppose we are where our body is, give us likewise the same reason for supposing that in the same sense we sometimes are far away from the body.' — ' Yesterday, before breakfast, while the vacancy produced 1826] HURRELL FROUDE 39 by fasting was still on me, and I was reading the Psalms, and craving for a comprehension of the things which I could only look on as words, and was worked up to such a pitch that I felt trying to see my soul, and make out how it was fitted to receive an impression from them, — Merton bell ^ began to go ; and it struck me (I cannot tell why) that if such a trifle as that could give me such a vivid idea, my soul must be a most intricate thing ; and that when senses were given to the blind part of it, what things would those appear, the apprehension of which I was struggling after ! This is as near what passed in my mind as I can find expressions to shape my memory byr This blindness of heart is what, by habit and patience, it is our work practically to remove. We are to shape our souls for its removal, by making it in harmony with the things invisible.' These passages mark a great point of divergence between the writer and the ' religious genius ' with whom his memory is identified to all generations. It is something of an anomaly, even, to find the young Froude, and not the young Newman (rather the less practical of the practical pair), developing so strong a habit of purely speculative thought ; but it was that which gave him his silent leadership. He combined with his turn for abstractions (yet with scorn shared with Newman for ' formulas which antedate the facts ') an unexpected power of philosophical application of scientific ideas. All ^ these half- mystical gymnastics of the reflective faculty are going to tell in 1833 and after, when the hour of action strikes, and when, by his already gathered impetus, Hurrell Froude is going to dart ahead in a still level flight, like a gull's. He will seem external, as if talking more than he thinks, talking somewhat to the bewilderment of those others who can hardly think for his talking. He will be gay ; he will be glib ; he will pass care-free amid the sweat of horses and men, simply because of these long hard mental vigils, pen in hand, up Oriel Staircase No. 3, while he is hearing Merton bell, and trying to see his soul. To Keble, who was still at home during the spring of 1826, Hurrell confides impressions of the Newman who had ^ Merton College lies south-east over against Oriel : the beautiful tower stands up just behind the roof of Hurrell's rooms. 40 HURUELL FROUDE [i826 already conceived so lofty an opinion of him, and had prob- ably not taken pains to conceal it : the Newman who dearly loved, to the last, to be ' disvenerated.' Many important Fellows of Oriel, such as Arnold, Hampden, Jelf, Jenkyns, Pusey, were absent from Oxford : hence they lack mention in our critic's roster. To the Rev. John Keble, May 25, 1826. ' I should like to detail to you our [College] proceedings, but no striking features occur to my mind at present ; so I will favour you with my general impressions, [ Whately ?] ^ is the only one with whom I have got to be at all intimate ; he is not the least of a Don, and I like him very much indeed. [Davison ?] is a person for whom I have a very great venera- tion : but he is such an immense person that I hardly dare bring myself in contact with him.^ [Newman] is, to my mind, by far the greatest genius of the party, and I cannot help thinking that, sometime or other, I may get to be well acquainted with him : but he is very shy, ^ and dining with a person now and then does not break the ice so quickly as might be wished. I venerate [Davison ?] but dislike him : I like [Newman] but disvenerate him. Old [Wilberforce ?] * is very funny, good-natured, and, I think, very much improved. And now for my ill-fated inconsistent self; I have been trying to be ^ Hurrell seems to have known and liked his senior, Edward Hawkins (1798-1884, Fellow of Oriel, 1813, Provost, succeeding Copleston, 1828), at tliis time. But 'not the least of a Don' is emphatically not descriptive of him, but of Richard Whately, 1787-1863, afterwards Archbishop of Dublin. ' No Don was ever less donnish . . . he revelled in setting conventions at naught,' etc. Dr. Rigg, in the Dictionary of National Biography, Ix., 423-429, inter alia. " John Davison, 1777-1834, Fellow and Tutor of Oriel, afterwards Vicar of Old Sodbury, Gloucester, and Prebendary of Worcester Cathedral. He had a very high repute at Oxford, and, like Whately, was mentioned ' with bated breath.' ' ' Newman's relations with Whately largely cured him of the extreme shyness that was natural to him. ' W. S. Lilly, in the Dictionary of National Biography, xi., 342. * Probably Hurrell's old friend, Robert Isaac Wilberforce, then, like himself, a newly-made Fellow of Oriel. ('Old' was Hurrell's most endearing adjective: he applies it unexpectedly in one letter : • old Becket.') Robert Wilberforce's tempera- ment was far more studious and calm than that of his genial younger brothers, but apparently he could be ' funny ' and ' good-natured ' too. ' R. Wilberforce was as merry as he generally is,' writes his hostess, Mrs. Rickards, from Ulcombe, to Miss Jemima Newman, in the autumn of 1827. 1826] HURRELL FROUDE 41 diligent, and have been horribly idle ; trying to be contented, and yet constantly fidgety ; trying to be matter-of-fact, and have nearly cracked myself with conceited metaphysics. This last is principally attributable to Lucretius, whom I have been reading with considerable attention, and intense admiration ; I shall very soon have finished him, as I have got on some way in the Sixth Book. In the end of the Book, about the mortality of the soul, there are some magnificent extraordinary reflections on our longings for something indescribable, and beyond our reach ; on our having affections which have no adequate object, and which we long to forget and smother, because we cannot gratify them : [reflections] which make a striking preface to Bishop Butler's sermons on the Love of God.' June 15, 1826, was the five hundredth anniversary of the foundation of Oriel College. Perhaps the observance of it served to stimulate Hurrell's filial piety and his spontaneous regard for the past. Few Fellows of Colleges, then or since, ' supinely enjoying the gifts of the Founder,' as Gibbon says, would have offered, after such an occasion, this private prayer, found among Hurrell's papers : — ' Almighty God, Father of all Mercies, I beg to offer Thee my deep and unfeigned thanks for all the blessings which Thou hast bestowed upon me; but in addition to those of Thy favours which I enjoy in common with all mankind, I more particularly bless Thy Holy Name for those of which I partake as member of this College ; for the means Thou hast given me of daily sustenance, and of a continual admission to Thy house and service, through the pious charity of holy men of old. I bless Thee, O Lord, in that Thou didst put into their heart the desire of erecting to themselves a memorial, and of leaving to posterity a great example in the foundation and endowment of a seminary of religious learning ; and I pray Thee that, as it has fallen to my lot to succeed to this their institution, I may fulfil my part in it as I believe they would approve if they could be present with me ; that I may not waste in foolish or gross indulgences the means afforded me of obtaining higher ends ; or allow myself to consider as my own that time which I receive their wages for dedicating to Thy service, by the 42 HURRELL FROUDE [i826 advancement of useful learning, and adorning the doctrine of God our Saviour. But more especially do I beg of Thee to accept my thankfulness for those merciful dispensations of Thy Providence which affect my lot in particular. That it has pleased Thee to bring me into the world under the shadow of my holy mother, in the recollection of whose bright society Thou hast given me, as it were, a consciousness of that blessed- ness which Thou hast taught us to look for in the presence of Saints and Angels. Also, that my lot has been so cast that I should fall into the way of one ^ whose good instructions have, I hope, in some degree, convinced me of the error of my ways, and may, by Thy grace, serve to reclaim me from them ; with whose high friendship I have most unworthily been honoured, and in whose presence I taste the cup of happiness.' The correspondence with Keble continued implicitly con- fidential at all times. But Hurrell writes freely at the close of his first Long Vacation as Fellow, and after his return to Oriel, of his scruples and self-dissatisfactions and aspirations : ' thoughts that do wander through eternity.' To the Rev. JOHN Keble, Oct. 14, 1826. ' It will seem rather pompous to announce my determination not to rise till I have got a letter written to you ; but unless I start with some such resolution, I shall not be able to get one written at all. I have made three attempts to write . . . but all of them ran off into something wild, which upon reflection I thought would be better kept to myself. The fact is, that I have been in a very strange way all the summer, and having had no one to talk to about the things which have bothered me, I have been every now and then getting into fits of enthusiasm or despondency. But the result has been in some respects a good one, and I have got to take a very great pleasure in what you recommended to me when we were together at F[airford], the evening before I left you our first summer, i.e. good books ; and I feel I ^ understand places in the Psalms in a way I never used to. I go back to Oxford with a determination to set to at Hebrew and the early Fathers, > Keble. =' To ' in Remains. 1826] HURRELL FROUDE 43 and to keep myself in as strict order as I can : a thing which I have been making ineffectual attempts at for some time, but which never once entered my head for a long time of my life. . . . ' I wish you would say anything to me that you think would do me good, however severe it may be. You must have observed . many things very contemptible in me, but I know worse of myself, and shall be prepared for anything. I cannot help being afraid that I am still deceiving myself about my motives and feelings, and shall be glad of anything on which to steady myself. Since I have been here I have been getting more comfortable than I had been for a good bit, from the society of I[saac] ^ and P[revost] ^ whom I get to like more and more every day. . . . We were to have wandered over North Wales together, but have been obliged to relinquish that scheme for this time, and perhaps it is a good thing, as far as I am concerned, to have a less exciting life for the present. I have had one bit of romance, viz., a walk early in the morning up the Vale of Rydal to Devil's Bridge. The W[illiamses] wanted us to ride, but I thought I should remember it better by walking. ... I shall always like scrambling expeditions as long as I can recollect ours up the Wye. Those few days seem like a bright spot in my existence ; or perhaps it would be a more apt similitude to compare it to what you quoted as we were going in the boat to Tintern : " The shadow of a great rock in a weary land." ' I daresay you will think this letter rather strange, but it cannot do me any good to bottle everything up ; besides, I think there is no pleasure in letters which do nothing but detail matters of fact. I should have liked much better to have seen you ; but as I suppose there is no chance of that for some time, I must make the best of it. When I said that I had taken to liking good books, I did not mean that I had read many. I have read over and over again Bishop Taylor's Holy Living ^ Isaac Williams, 1802-1865 : Scholar of Trinity, afterwards perpetual Curate of Treyddn, Flintshire, and author of The Cathedral. ''Sir George Prevost, Bart., 1804-1893, M.A., Oriel, 1827, married Jane, sister of Isaac Williams, 1828. Curate to Thomas Keble at Bisley, 1828-1834 : afterwards perpetual Curate of Stinchcomb and Archdeacon of Gloucester. 44 HURRELL FROUDE [i826 and Dying, but till I came here I had not gone farther ; since, I have read five sermons of Bishop Wilson, one on the History of Christianity, and the others on Profiting by Sermons ; also most of Law's Serious Call, about which I remember what you said to me three years ago.' ^ To the Rev. JOHN Keble, Nov. $, 1826. ' It may seem an odd sort of thing to say, but I got from your letter something more like happiness than I have known since my mother died. Since that time it seems as if I had been aQ^o'i ev tS Koafia ; but I hope I may yet get right at last. It is a great comfort to find so many expressions in the Psalms like " O tarry thou the Lord's leisure," as they serve to keep up the hope that, weary and unsatisfactory as are my attempts to be religious, they may in time " comfort my heart." And now I can talk to you about myself, I feel a sort of security against bewildering my mind with vague thoughts, which I did not know where to check, because I could not get anyone to sympathise with them at all. ' I have borrowed Mr. Bonnell's Life^ and have got about two-thirds through it. I did not at first like the plan you recommended to me about reveries, as I had been directing all my actions with a view to fitting myself for realising my reveries. But it is a wretched unsatisfactory pursuit, for besides that it does not seem to have any real religion in it, I have often felt as if I had lost myself, and that I was acting blindly, without a drift. It is much better to give up all notion of guiding myself, and " seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added." I beg your pardon for putting before you the roundabout fantastic methods to which I have been resorting to arrive at ' See p. 236 for Mr. Keble's rebuke to Hurrell for a verbal flippancy. ' When at Oxford, I took up Law's Serious Call to a Holy Life, expecting to find it a dull book, as such books generally are, and perhaps laugh at it. But I found Law quite an over-match for me ; and this was the first occasion of my thinking in earnest of religion, after I became capable of rational inquiry.' Boswell's Johnson, edited by George Birkbeck Hill, i., 68. ^ The Exemplary Life and Character of James Bonnell, Esq. [1653-1699], late Accomptant General of Ireland, by William Hamilton, A. M. , Archdeacon of Armagh. The book was first published in 1703. 1826] HURRELL FROUDE 45 a plain simple truth that ought to have come at once ; but perhaps they may serve to show the state of my mind better than any direct description I could give. It is very frightful to see people like Mr. Bonnell so alarmed about themselves, and expressing so strongly the wretchedness of their moral condition. It seems as if, to a fellow like me, it must always be presumptuous not to despair. The evening before last I was much struck with a thought in the beginning of Hooker's Preface to the Ecclesiastical Polity, about not permitting thoughts to pass away as in a dream. It seems as if people might make so much more out of their lives by keeping records of them. . . . ' I will write you down some horridly-expressed verses which call themselves to the tune of " Allan Water " and "Rousseau's Dream "; the first sketched in autumn, 1825, but undergoing changes for a long time, poor as is the result; the second written at W[illiams's]. I have not shown them to anyone, and they may give you a sort of guess at the things my mind has, been running upon.' ' On the Banks of Allan Water ' was his favourite air. ['The Fashion of this World Passeth Away.'] ' Ere the buds their stores deliver, Have ye vpatched the springtime gay ? Have ye seen the sere leaves shiver In an autumn day? Have ye loved some flower appearing, Tulip, or pale lily tall, Day by day its head uprearing, But to mourn its fall? Have ye on the bosom rested Of some friend that seemed a god? Have ye seen her relics vested In their long abode? With the years that ye have numbered. With the flowers that gaily blow, With the friends whose sleep is slumbered, Ye shall perish too.' 46 HURRELL FROUDE [i826 [Heaven -in-Earth.] 'Oh, can it be that this bright world Was made for such dull joys' as ours? Dwells there not aught in secret furled 'Mid Nature's holy bowers?'' Is it for naught that things gone by Still hover o'er our wondering mind, And dreamy feelings, dimly high, A dwelling-place within us find? No ; there are things of higher mould, Whose charmed ways we heedless tread ; And men even here a converse hold With those whom they shall meet when dead. Lord of the World, Almighty King, Thy shadow resteth over all : Or where the Saints Thy terrors sing. Or where the waves obey Thy call.' To this productive year belong also some haunting unfinished lines which might bear for a title The Summons. Of course none of these three poems of Hurrell's appeared, later, in Lyra Apostolica; nor elsewhere than in the Remains. ' To-night my dreary course is run. And at the setting of the sun. Far beneath the western wavfe I seek my quiet grave. Amid the silent halls of Fate, Where lie in long and shadowy state The embryos of the things that be Waiting the hour of destiny. I hear thy magic voice ; I hear it, and rejoice . . . To-morrow : ere the hunter's horn Has waked the echoes of the morn ..." Froude at this time was associating a good deal with Blanco White, the Anglicised Spaniard and ex-priest who came to Oriel, aged fifty-one, when Tyler left it, and deeply interested Oriel men with his knowledge of the scholastic philosophy. ' The common flash going on. R. H. F.'s note. " A foot wanting. R. H. F., ui supra. 1827] HURRELL FROUDE 47 For some three years he was in great repute among them : his mental gifts were invalidated to them, later, by his aimless- ness and instability. To his practical acquaintance with the Roman Breviary, often demonstrated in his own rooms, after dinner, to Froude, Newman, Pusey, and Wilberforce, Hurrell owed much, especially in conjunction with the able lectures on liturgical subjects being delivered by Dr. Lloyd. Hurrell's most intimate letter of all those addressed to Keble, beating and surging with the pathos which is insepar- able from a young man's interior life, ends sadly and bravely on Jan. 8, 1827 : ' I am glad of your advice about penance, for my spirit was so broken down that I had no vigour to go on even with the trifling self-denials I had imposed on myself; besides, I feel that though it has in it the colour of humility, it is in reality the food of pride. Self-imposed, it seems to me quite different from when imposed by the Church ; and even fasting itself, to weak minds, is not free from evil, when, however secretly it is done, one cannot avoid the consciousness of being singular. . . . I have not much more to say, and when anything comes over me, will put it down on a large sheet, and send it off when it is full. I am so very unequal to my feelings, that sometimes I suspect all to be hypocrisy ; but the tide has by this time so often returned after its ebbing, that finding myself again on the dry land does not make me so much doubt the reality of all His waves and storms which have gone over me.' To his dear Robert Isaac Wilberforce, an approaching guest, Hurrell indites on the same day a more mundane theme : ' I must prepare you to find me a great humbug about cock-shooting ; for, though I will not recede from my assertions concerning the pre-eminent qualifications of our woods in that line, yet, as our sporting establishment does not go beyond the bare appointments for what Bob calls hedge-popping, the vicinity of the cocks will serve no other purpose than to make you feel more acutely the disadvantages of a connection with such unknowing people.' His Tutorship was not an unmixed enjoyment to him, after taking his M.A. Of it he writes thus seriously, humbly, and characteristically : 48 HURRELL FROUDE [I827 To the Rev. JOHN Keble, Oct. 23, 1827. ' Perhaps it may amuse you to hear something of my proceedings in my new line of life. I have six Lectures in all : three each day. ... I have now got through two days and seen the general aspect of affairs, and as yet no liberties have been taken with me, to my knowledge : however, this is the thing against which I endeavour to arm myself, and from which I expect a fruitful harvest of moral discipline. I look upon it as one of the best opportunities which can be given me to put my elements into order and harmony. It is a quick and efficacious refreshment to me to think of the south-westerly waves roaring round the Prawle after our stern, or the little crisp breakers that we cut through, when you cruised with us off Dartmouth Harbour. Somehow or other, without having exposed myself that I know of, in any flagrant way, there remains upon my mind a more vivid impression of my in- competence than I expected to await my entrance into the office. I feel called on to act a part for which neither my habits nor my studies have fitted me. I am, and always have been, childishly alive to the pain of being despised, and I cannot but feel that I have not the sort of knowledge to give me any command over the men's attention, or even power of benefiting the attentive ; and, if it was not that I know how good it is for myself, I believe I should give it up at once ! . . . Two more tedious days are over ; I am not a bit more in love with my occupation, so that this letter, instead of suggesting to you some ludicrous ideas and reminiscences, will terminate in a 'concatenation of dolefulness, and ask for a consolatory answer. ' Lloyd gave us his introductory Lecture to-day, i.e., settled the books we were to do, and the times of coming, and was very good-natured, as usual, in his reception of all of us. I am afraid my time and spirits will be so much drawn upon in another quarter, that I shall not have much left of either for him. Otherwise an historical account of the Liturgy, tracing all the prayers, through the Roman Missals and Breviaries, up to their original source, for one Lecture, and the Epistle to the Romans and First of Corinthians for the other, would be a very 1828] HURRELL FROUDE 49 eligible subject to spend a good deal of time on. ... I go to the Tyrolese singers, who perform some national music in the Town-Hall at eight o'clock. I hope they will help to lull me into a momentary forgetfulness ; and that I may dream myself among lakes and mountains, far, far away from the vulgar crowd.' Hurrell's forecast that his time and spirits would be drawn upon to the detriment of his studies, was due to the anxiety he began to feel about his brother Robert. The latter had followed Hurrell to Oriel in 1822, and graduated B.A. on the 8th of June, 1826. Ardent and active in everything, he had taken a chill during that Long Vacation, after a particularly long pull at sea, and the chill was to terminate only in consumption. To the Rev. JOHN Keble, New Year's Day, 1828. ' . . . I wish I could write verses ! and then I should make an attempt to perpetuate in my mind the notions that came into it the other day at seeing the dead body of a poor woman who for the last two years has been in a state of intense bodily suffering, from which she was released a few days since. I do not recollect having seen her before her illness ; but while she was alive I had never seen her free from the expression of dull pain ; and her face was distorted by a sore wound, which never healed, on the side of her mouth. But the morning after her death there was such a quiet careworn beauty on her countenance, that it seemed to me as if good spirits had been ornamenting her body at last, to show that a friend of theirs had inhabited it. I am willing to hope that the recollection of it may be a help to me in fits of scepticism, when everything seems so tame and commonplace.' These serious thoughts haunted Hurrell at home where his brother's health was failing day by day. ' Bob ' had the chief share of the physical beauty and vitality, of the family. One who knew him well has preserved an anecdote of his lovable mischief. ' The richness and melody of Copleston's ^ voice surpassed ' Edward Copleston, 1776-1849 : from 1814 to 1828 Provost of Oriel, afterwards Bishop of Llandaff. The Hurrells had Copleston blood. 4 50 HURRELL FROUDE [i828 any instrument. ... It was no small part of the daily amusement of the undergraduates to repeat what Copleston had said, and just as he said it, and to vary it from their own boyish imaginations. . . . The second of the four Froudes, who died young, made this a special study. Coming out of Tyler's room after a Lecture, he tapped gently at the door, and said in the exact Copleston tone : " Mr. Tyler, will you please step out a moment ? " Tyler rushed out, exclaiming : " My dear Mr. Provost ! " but only saw the tail of the class descending the staircase. " You silly boys, you've been playing me a trick ! " was all that he could say.' ^ The wheel of fortune brought the Provostship of Oriel not to ' an angel,' John Keble, but to Edward Hawkins, on the promotion of Copleston to the See of Llandaff, early in this year. A letter of Froude's to him has been preserved. There is an entry in the former's Diary, under date of Nov. 2 2, 1826, thus printed : ' Promised I would not vote against him if ever he stood for the . Foolish : but I must abide by it.' Hawkins and James Endell Tyler were the two among the Fellows who had for years set their hearts upon the Provostship. Tyler lost his chance when he left Oriel during the autumn for the living of S. Giles-in-the-Fields, London, where Endell Street, W.C, yet preserves his name. Either to him, or to Hawkins, Hurrell had hastily pledged his word. But when he wrote the following letter he was quite aware of Mr. Keble's definite withdrawal from the candidacy which was not yet announced. As a matter of fact, Mr. Keble had never consented to come forward, and his disciple's course became, thereby, easy as well as plain. To the Rev. Edv^tard HAWKINS,^ Jan. 23, 1828. ' My dear Hawkins, — Though I don't set so high a value on the emanations of my pen as to volunteer a super- fluous communication, yet, from what Churton said to me in his note, I fancy I ought to supply an eKXeiiifm in my last ' Jieminiscences chiefly of Oriel College and the Oxford Movement, by the Rev. T. Mozley, M.A. London: Longmans, 1882, i., 384. "^ From the chapter entitled Edward Hawkins, the Great Provost, in Lives of Twelve Good Men, by John William Burgon, pp. 208-209. 1828] HURRELL FROUDE 51 letter by making a more formal declaration of my uncon- ditional and uncompromising determination to rank myself among your retainers. I am really very sorry that my stupid delay in answering your letter should have caused you any bother (to use a studiously elegant expression, than which I cannot hit on a better) : and this is the more provoking, as I actually had written you an answer the first day ; but as I said something at the end of it about my brother, which afterwards I thought too gloomy, and which, I believe, was suggested by seeing him look particularly unwell from some accident, I thought it rather too hard to call on you for sympathy in my capricious fancies. I suppose I may take the liberty to enclose this in a cover to the Bishop, otherwise I should hesitate to draw on your purse as well as your time for such a scribble as this. However, I have left you enough clear paper at the end to work out a question in algebra, or make the skeleton of a sermon ! And as this is probably worth more than any words I have to put into it, I shall conclude by begging you to consider me ever affectionately, ' R. H. Froude.' For poor ' Bob ' Froude, full of frolic and power, the Lusisti satis had been spoken. He died on April 28, 1828, between the dates of the two following letters, which Hurrell wrote with a heavy heart. To the Rev. Robert Isaac Wilberforce, April 2, 1828. ' . . . I have not much spirits to write to you, but will not allow my promise to go for nothing. When I first came home I found my brother very much emaciated and enfeebled, but not quite so far gone as I had been prepared for. But since I have been here his disorder has been making very rapid progress indeed. . , . From what I had heard at Oxford, I almost doubted I might not find all over before my arrival : and the relief which I felt when, on getting off the coach at Totnes, I heard from my father that, not a quarter of an hour before, he ^ had driven in to meet me, was so great as almost to unsettle my resolution. So that now the near prospect of a "Bob." 52 HURRELL FROUDE [i828 conclusion is rather hard to face. Even so late as yesterday evening I began a letter to you, in which I expressed a hope that when Monday came my brother and I might not part for ever, but that he would be alive on my return for the Long Vacation. But the medical person who has attended him told me, just now, that unless he was relieved from his present oppression, forty-eight hours would end him. In this state I really do not think that the [Oriel] election has claims on me so great as those which retain me here ; and, unless his illness take some unexpected turn, I shall write to [the Provost] in a day or two, to apologise for absenting myself. I cannot, indeed, flatter myself that any turn will long retard the encroachment of the disorder ; but, unless appearances decidedly indicated that, by staying out the Vacation, I should see all, I think it would be foolish to shrink from my business ; for, when the time of parting came, it would be worse a fort- night hence than now. ... I have known enough of myself to foresee the return of all my fretfulness and absurdity, when I leave this enchanted atmosphere. I hope you will excuse my not writing a longer letter; for most things now seem insipid to me, except such as I have no right to inflict upon you. So good-bye, my dear [Robert], for the present, and do not expect to see me till the beginning of Term. I should very much wish to take my part in the election, and do not even now wholly abandon the idea. For I know that active occupation is the best resource, and I shall not shrink from it merely to indulge my feelings.' To the Rev. JOHN Keble, May, 1828. "... The feelings under which I wrote to you last, were, as you say, like the effect of a stunning blow, and I was quite surprised, myself, how quickly they evaporated. I cannot indeed call them either groundless or irrational, and I am, in some respects, not contented at being so soon released from them. Yet many things have occurred to me, which, even to my reason, have made things seem better than they did at first. The more I think of B[ob], the more I am struck with his singleness of heart, and the low estimation in which he held himself. I have found, too, some things which he had written, 1828] HURRELL FROUDE 53 which I regret much that he had not shown me, which give me almost assurance that he was farther advanced in serious feeling, and had taken greater pains to fight against himself than anyone supposed. Among others, there is one which seems to me quite beautiful. On the Legitimate Use of Pleasure ; which he has headed with : " My opinion, June, 1827. I wonder what it will be next year." It is well arranged as a composition, quite elegant in the language, and shows that he must have thought over the Ethics in a common- sense way, and compared it with Bishop Butler. I had often heard him say what a fool he used to be in thinking that the Ethics was only something to be got up, and something quite irrelevant to actual conduct. . . . But I feel now as if I had been conversing with a person, who, if he had not much under- valued himself, would never have deferred to me. . . .' To the Rev. John Henry Newman, Aug. 12, 1828. ' I have just torn up a letter which I began for you the other day, and fear that you will have cause to wonder how I could reserve this for a better destiny. For the fact is, that I seem to myself to become duller as I grow older, and to have acquired a fustiness independent of place and occupation, an inherent fustiness which idleness cannot blow away nor variety obliterate. ... I fear from what I hear of C[hurton] ^ that the chance of his recovery is at present very slender. His brother wrote to me the other day to ask what place in Devonshire we reckoned the best suited ^ to complaints of that description, as his enfeebled state put his going abroad out of the question. But I know from experience how little Devonshire air can do ... I myself am still, as I indeed have been for a long time, perfectly well. But I find the freshness which at first resulted from a relaxation from College discipline now gradually ' William Ralph Churton, Fellow of Oriel, the brilliant and much-loved younger brother of the better-known Edward Churton, Archdeacon of Cleveland. He died at his home in Middleton Cheney, Northamptonshire, during the following month. His Remains were privately printed in 1830, and are dedicated to the then Arch- bishop of Canterbury, and to nine clergymen, the Oxonians Keble, Ogilvie, Cotton, Perceval, and Froude among them. Their friendship, says the Preface, ' honoured him in his death ' ; perhaps they bore together the expenses of publication. There is nothing particularly memorable in the book. ^ Misprinted ' situated ' in R. H, F.'s Remains. 54 HURRELL FROUDE [i828 wearing out ; and as the images of impudent undergraduates fade away from the field of my fancy, and the consciousness of what I am released from becomes less vivid, a new host of evil genii take possession of the deserted spot. Till within this last week or so, I felt quite differently from what I ever used to, and reckoned myself to have become quite a cheerful fellow ; but now I begin to see with my old eyes, and to feed upon the dreams of faeryland. ' " And as I mark the line of light that plays O'er the smooth wave towards the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright Isle of Rest." ... I have a brother now at home who is coming to Oriel next term, and will make a very good hand at mathematics unless he is very idle.' The brother at home referred to was William Froude, afterwards LL.D. (Glasgow) and F.R.S., then newly come from Westminster School. He was entered at Oriel on Oct. 23, 1828, with Hurrell for Tutor. To the Rev. John Keble, Aug. 26, 1828. ' . . . I have long been meditating a letter to you, and have put it off from day to day, in hopes that when the fine weather should come at last, it might rekindle in me some spark of poetical feeling. But I was thinking over with myself last night how I could scrape up a verse or two in honour of this long-wished-for revolution, and was, after some fruitless pains, obliged to abandon the undertaking. It is a melancholy fact, yet full often does it force itself upon me, and in .too un- questionable a shape, that I get stupider as I get older ; and that I either never was what I used to think myself, or that Nature has recalled her misused favours ! In vain is it that night after night I have tried to peep through the clouds at Lyra and Cassiopeia, as they chase one another round the pole, and that I have got up at three to see Mercury rise, when he was at his longest distance from the sun ; and that I have sailed to Guernsey on a fine day and come back on a finer, when the waves washed in on the deck as each passed in succession ; and that (when for a short time off the island in a 1828] HURRELL FROUDE 55 calm) I found the latitude within a minute by taking the sun's meridian altitude, and that I have seen him rise out of the water, cut in two by the horizon as sharp as a knife. " This brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — what seemeth it to me but a pestilent congrega- tion of vapours ? " I can partly account for it from the fact that we are so uncommonly comfortable and cosy here, and quite agree with you, that " home by mazy streams " is not the most bracing school in which the recipient of habits can be disciplined. ' Then, henceforth, hail ! ye impudent undergraduates : yevearde, fir) cfieiSea-de.' ' I heard from N[ewman] the other day, with the testi- monials,' he adds, a little later. ' ... He is a fellow that I like the more, the more I think of him ; only I would give a few odd pence if he were not a heretic ! ' This in reference to Newman's early Evangelicalism, not yet sloughed away. As between Froude and Newman, so between Newman and Pusey, affection appears to have preceded perfect intellectual confi- dence. There is a parallel thought, in more sedate dress, in Newman's private journal of May 17, 1823: 'That Pusey is Thine, O Lord, how can I doubt ? . . . yet I fear he is preju- diced against Thy children. . . . Lead us both on in the way of Thy commandments ! ' ^ Hurrell quickly came to a correct reading of Newman, and he presently made sure that his beloved Keble should share it too. He said once, when conversation ran on the traits of undoubted excellence in criminal characters : ' Were I asked what good deed I had ever done, I should say that I had brought Keble and Newman to understand each other.' That mutual love, indeed, despite a long parting, never wavered. There is an odd little footnote to be gathered from Mr. Anthony Froude's ' Oxford Counter-Reformation.' ^ He is speaking of events subsequent to 1845. ' My eldest brother had left to us younger ones, as a characteristic instruction, that if we ever saw Newman and '^ John Henry Newman, Letters and Correspondence to 184$. Edited by Anne Mozley. Longmans, i8go, i., 103. * Short Studies on Great Subjects, 4th Series. London ; Longmans, 1883, p. 235. 56 HURR.ELL FROUDE [1829 Keble disagree, we might think for ourselves. The event which my brother had thought as impossible as that a double star should fly asunder in space, had actually occurred. We had been floated out into mid-ocean upon the Anglo-Catholic raft, buoyed up by airy bubbles of ecclesiastical sentiment. The bubbles had burst, the raft was splintered, and we — I mean my other brother and myself — were left, like Ulysses, struggling in the waves.' Says Mr. Thomas Mozley,^ referring to this time, and to tastes shared in common among Oriel men : ' I think we all of us found it easier to admire and even to criticise, than to design. Keble, Froude, and Ogilvie undertook a memorial of William Churton, to be placed in S. Mary's. It was to be simple, modest, and unobtrusive, like the subject. Whether the result carried out this idea, I leave others to say.' If we are to judge from a letter of Hurrell's addressed to Keble, the first design emanated from Newman, though drawn by himself. ' I don't make much progress in my design for C[hurton's] monument,' he writes on May 23, 1829. ' 0[gilvie] decides on its being Gothic ; and if this is the case, it will never do to let it take its chance in the hands of a statuary.^ Yet the responsibility of doing it one's self makes me so fastidious that I cannot settle on anything.' He had thought of falling back upon ' the sort of niches which are used to hold statues of saints, or [stoups for] holy water : somehow it does not seem quite congruous to make one of these merely to frame an inscription." However, he draws a narrow pointed arch over a tall pedestal supporting a plain cross, on the suggestion of Newman, adding that he likes it especially, though it may be a bit eccentric* ' It is to stand in the wall over one of the doorways, between the blank window on the south side, and the window in which the gallery terminates. This is meant to be represented standing under an arch cut out in the wall.' There were not many Englishmen attempting Early English decoration in 1829. The memorial to William Ralph Churton, ' Reminiscences chiefly of Oriel College and the Oxford Movement, by the Rev. T. Mozley, M.A., sometime Fellow of Oriel. London: Longmans, 1882, i., 18. * Sculptor. How recently has ' statuary ' become an obsolete word ! 'A print of it appears in the Remains, i., 235. 1829] HURRELL FROUDE 57 Fellow of Oriel, aged twenty-seven, phthisi eheu prcereptus, is to be found in S. Mary's Church, though not in the position allotted it in this letter ; and the big ugly white sarcophagus with fussy details in high relief on a grey ground is certainly no design of Hurrell Froude's. Froude's intimate correspondence with Newman began in 1828, their friendship having been forming since 1826. To all to whom the latter spoke or wrote with affection, as Miss Mozley reminds us, he was ever open and confiding. ' But there is distinction in his confidences. Thus to his mother he writes what it would not occur to him to say to anyone else : experiences, sensations, and odd encounters ; dreams, fancies, and passing speculations : while to Hurrell Froude, on another field altogether, there is the same absolute trust, and unlocking of the heart.' ^ Sometimes, in the early letters, the correspondent at Dartington feels impelled to continue his autobiography, in default of anything better to deal with. ' When I come to consider my resources,' he says in his smiling mock-grandiose way, ' I feel that they will not prove commensurate with my malignity, and that I shall not be able even to bore you with success.' To the Rev. JOHN Henry Newman, Aug. 12, 1829. ' Since I left Oxford, little has happened to me, and still less have I done. I have indeed written two sermons, and they lasted near twenty minutes, so that I may hope to get on. But the time that they took me is quite absurd, and that which they gave me an excuse for wasting, under the plea of thought, grotesque indeed. Also, the paper that I wasted on things that turned out to have no reference to the subject would form a distinct object of contemplation ; and after all, when I came to preach them, they seemed so rambling and incomplete that I could not fancy, while I was reading them, how anyone could possibly follow me. Besides this, I have done nothing except getting my equatorial put up and adjusted in our garden, and trying provoking experiments on the insensibility of my hearing organs, I find the summit of '^ John Henry Newman, Letters and Correspondence to 1S4S, i., 8. 58 HURRELL FROUDE [1829 perception to which I can attain is to observe that a note harmonises better with its octave, twelfth, and fifth, than with their next-door neighbours. I also can acknowledge a discord in a deuce ^ and a seventh ; but as for knowing one from the other, unless they come very close on each other, it passes my comprehension how man can do it. ... I am quite ashamed of the length of time this has been on the stocks, and of the shabby performance which it turns out. Alas, it is a sad reflection that I am condemned to retrograde in all respects : to find no resting-place for my self-complacency either in my intellectual, moral, or corporeal prowess, and notwithstanding to be as conceited as ever ! ' This was a note of needless dissatisfaction only too sincere, repeated in Keble's ear. ' As for me, I despair of ever becom- ing a scholar or mathematician either, beyond just enough to amuse myself when I am a solitary country Curate. . . .' 1829 is a silent year with Hurrell, on the whole. He had lost his beloved brother, and he was preparing for his own Ordination. In the late summer he paid his first visit to his cousins at Keswick. To the Rev. John Keble, Sept. 17, 1829. ' The evening I received your criticisms I wrote you three sides of a letter, and did not send it, only because I thought time would produce things better worth writing: and now I am so changed in position and circumstances I think I may as well begin again. So all I will retain of my former letter is a criticism on The Christian Year, suggested by a very tempestuous night, in which all our party were crossing the Channel in a pilot-boat. You must not say " the wild wind rustles in the piping shrouds " : ^ shrouds never " pipe " when trees or rustling can be presented to the fancy, but only on occasions when it is more sublime than comfortable to be a ' The interval of a second in music : an amusing employment of the word, in this sense then, as now, obsolete and rare. '^ The Christian Year: Forms of Prayer to be Used at Sea, line 5, not quite correctly quoted : ' The wild winds rustle in the piping shrouds As in the quivering trees.' 1829] HURRELL PROUDE 59 listener. This, in my letter, I endeavoured to enforce by a description of the scene I witnessed, and the night I spent on deck : but I doubt not you will willingly take all this for granted. ... I left Devonshire more than a fortnight since for Cumberland. [Dornford ?] ^ made me stay some time in Dublin, which was my first stage, and is, in point of time, much the nearest way : and also sent me into the north of Ireland after Captain Mudge, who is surveying the coast. In my hunt for him, I saw the Giants' Causeway, every stone of which is beset by some fellow who claims a fee for describing it. It is certainly well worth seeing ; but you can conceive nothing so perfectly unlike any of the pretended representations of it. I made two bad drawings there, which will serve to keep it in my own mind, but will do little to illuminate mankind at large. I am forgetting all this while to tell you that, while at Dublin, I found I was within twenty-five miles of '"The Lake whose gloomy shore Skylark never warbles o'er " : and immediately hired a horse, to start the next morning at five to see it. I was most unlucky in my day, as it had been fine for the preceding week, and only set in for rain when I got among the Wicklow mountains. I had a very wild romantic uncomfortable ride through a wholly uninhabited country, till I got within the baleful influence of lionisers,^ and was pestered out of my wits by humbugging guides who dinned into my ears miserable expansions of Tom Moore's note about St. Kevin, till I was quite out of patience. The day was so misty that it was only once or twice that I could make out the scene distinctly, and so constantly raining, that all my paper was soaked in trying to draw what I could make out. By dint of perseverance, I crawled into poor St. Kevin's ^ cell, which is hardly large enough to coil one's self up in, ' Joseph Dornford, 1794-1868, Fellow of Oriel ; after a military career, Rector of Plymtree, Devon, and Canon of Exeter Cathedral. He had travelled in Ireland this summer. ^ The word now has come to imply a sort of hero-worship based on a questionable social motive ; but in Froude's day it meant only those who showed, described, or patronised celebrated places, these being the ' lions.' ° A half-legendary contemporary of S. Columbkille. Sir Walter Scott had crawled into the Hole or Bed at Glendalough in 1825. 60 HURRELL FROUDE [1829 and when I was there hardly a square foot of it was dry : so the day answered the purpose, at any rate, of showing me that there is a dark side to a hermit's existence. He had chosen himself a most picturesque rocky point, which projects a little into the Lake, with one or two hollies and mountain ashes growing up in its crevices ; and cut out a cell for him- self in its perpendicular face. It would take too much space to describe the grand gloom of the Lake, the seven ruined Churches on its borders (one of which is still a burial-ground for the Roman Catholics), and that extraordinary Tower, a relic of paganism, which stands in one of the churchyards. ' I am now on the bank of the Lake by which my mother was brought up, and of which I used to hear over and over again. It has been much altered by Macadamisers, and the house she lived in has been sold. Houses seem to have sprung up about Keswick Lake as if it was a Torquay or Sidmouth ; and new dandy names have been given to all the creeks and islands, and nothing but gaiety seems to be going on or thought of. But I suppose old Skiddaw looks pretty much the same as he used to do, and will see things go to pot with their predecessors. ... I hope in a day or two to find out the Parish Register, and see her birth and marriage : which is something like poring over the name of a place one likes in a map. . . ,' The home of Margaret Spedding's childhood, Armathwaite Hall, is within six miles of Cockermouth, the birthplace of Wordsworth. It stands at the foot of Bassenthwaite Lake, and looks out towards some of the loveliest and best-known mountains of the district, including Skiddaw, Helvellyn, and the Borrowdale Hills. It had been sold to Sir Frederick Vane, Bart, of Hutton Hall, Penrith, in 1796. Hurrell was a guest at Mirehouse, where his cousin John Spedding was always from time to time entertaining some of the noted literary men of the period. To Newman, on Sept. 27, 1829, he writes more of St. Kevin's dismal and delightful habitation, and ends with the praises of his mother's county, ' I got to Cumberland about ten days since, and I can safely assert that it exceeds anything 1830] HURRELL FROUDE 61 that imagination can conjure up. I don't mean that the exten- sive views of lake and mountain are so especially splendid, for, when the scene is on so large a scale, the trees and rocks become deplorably insignificant, woods seem little better than furze brakes ; but, in rambling along the brooks and waterfalls, one comes to such excessively romantic corners, that they have quite put me out of love with Devonshire. The only thing which I desiderate is a Church steeple here and there in the valleys ; for the worst of it is, that very few of the Parish Churches here are in exterior little better than a decent barn. What a horrid-looking scribble this is ! and I know it is full of false spellings of all sorts, which will in many places make it unintelligible.' To the Rev. John Keble, Feb. S, 1830. ' My Lectures this Term are less fatiguing than they have ever been yet, and there are fewer men that one cannot take an interest in. I have a set of very nice men in Pindar, which I am glad to be forced to get up : it certainly is one of the most splendid organs of Tory feeling that I have come in contact with ! Don't you think he had the republican artificial style in his head when he talked about KopaKei w? aKpavTa japverov Aio<; irpo<; 6pvij(a Oelov ? ' All was grist which came to this preoccupied critic's mill. He had an unaffected fondness for the classics. His theory about the poet whom he loved and understood best, and whom he is always quoting, is that he was a shy pastoral lyrist driven by officious friends into the epic field. Says Newman in a passing note of interest : ' It was [Froude's] notion that Horace and others used to (what is now called) patronise Virgil, as a man who really had a great deal in him ; but who, the pity was, would not conform himself to the habits of society, and so lost opportunities of influence. So they set him upon the ^neid, to make something of him.' ^ On Easter Monday, 1830, the Rev. R. H. Froude preached in the pulpit of S. Mary-the- Virgin, before the University, his sermon on Knowledge. His quiet sober sermons, of which ' Remains of the Rm. Richard Hurrell Froude, part i., ii., 318, Note. 62 HURRELL FROUDE [i830 no fewer than twenty appear complete in the Remains, are to a reader searching, pitiless, unforgetable. The undergraduate, however, must have ' disvenerated ' them. This to Newman, on Aug. i, 1830, in a letter filled with political comment admiring the spirit of King Charles X. and Polignac in their disasters, and growling over Whig successes in England, is too amusing to be omitted. '. . . I set out in the rain to Exeter. I was not very well ; and had made up my mind, as a matter of conscience, to have a tooth out when I got there ; because, though it had not yet ached, I thought it probable it might before I had another opportunity. I got to Exeter, went to the dentist, had the forceps applied : the top of the tooth broke ; they were applied again : a splinter came out of the side ; and so on, till it was down fair with the jaw, and part of the nerve had come away in the fragments. Nothing remained to be done except to punch, etc.; and here I thought : " Satis jam pridem sanguine fuso " : I had satisfied my debt to my future self ; and the present self might be excused from further suffering, till the toothache actually came.' Froude's lecturing at Oxford was now quite done; Newman's and Robert Wilberforce's likewise; they re- signed their Tutorships as gracefully as they might, being joyful over the turn things had taken. The long op- position maintained against their desire to arrange the terminal table in accordance with their own best judgment, ended in total defeat for ' the erect fighting figures ' of the three friends. The Provost himself, Hampden, Denison, and the junior Copleston rushed into the breach with Lectures many and purposeful ; but Oriel felt the change, whether for good or ill, to be a real crisis. According to one distinguished commentator, her regeneration dates from that day ; according to another, she never recovered the loss, and could but suffer her scholarly pre-eminence to pass, gradually but surely, to Balliol, which has ever since held it. Two at least of the dispossessed Tutors had conceived already a wider field of action for their energies. They had leisure now to think and to write ; and leisure bred consequences. ' Humanly speaking,' Newman assures us, in his fragment of autobio- 1831] HURRELL FROUDE 63 graphy, written throughout in the third person, 'the Movement never would have been, had they not been deprived of the Tutorship, or had Keble, not Hawkins, been Provost.' Newman made a proposal that Robert Wilberforce or Froude should join him in the care of S. Mary's parish, or rather, in build- ing up at Littlemore what the Vicar ultimately intended even then should become a separate parish : but neither saw his way to accept the work. From letters of this time we gather knowledge of their ever-increasing attention to the Fathers ; to the ethical aspects of many great political questions ; and to the country walks and rides, apart or together, which did so much to strengthen that pure passion for Nature, ' subdued and cherished long,' which in Newman, as in Froude, lent sweetness and balance to character. Froude's heartfelt love of Devon is conspicuous, whether he be in it or away from it. During the Long Vacation of 1831, he succeeded in carrying Newman off from his books and the stuffy summer air of low-lying Oxford, to the delights of Dartington. As a glowing corro- boration of what Hurrell himself was always writing, it is worth while to quote his friend's description of the district, sent to his interested mother at Iffley. ' Dartington, July 7, 1831. ' I despatched a hasty letter yesterday from Torquay which must have disappointed you from its emptiness ; but I wished you to know my progress. As we lost sight of the Needles, twilight came on, and we saw nothing of the coast. The night was beautiful, and on my expressing an aversion to the cabin, Froude and I agreed to sleep on deck. . . . When I awoke, a little before four, we were passing the Devonshire coast, about fifteen miles off it. By six we were entering Torbay. . . . Limestone and sandstone rocks of Torbay are very brilliant in their colours and sharp in their forms ; strange to say, I believe I never saw real rocks before, in my life ! This consciousness keeps me very silent, for I feel I am admiring what everyone knows, and it is foolish to observe upon. You see a house said to have belonged to Sir Walter Ralegh ; ^ ^ Atf Greenaway on the Dart, between Dartmouth and Totnes, opposite Dittis- ham. 64 HURRELL FROUDE [i83i what possessed him to prefer the court at Greenwich to a spot like this ? . . . I know I am writing in a very dull way, but can only say that the extreme deliciousness of the air, and the fragrance of everything makes me languid, indisposed to speak or write, and pensive. My journey did not fatigue me, to speak of, and I have no headache, deafness, or whizzing in my ears ; but, really, I think I should dissolve into essence of roses, or be attenuated into an echo, if I lived here ! . . . What strikes me most is the strange richness of everything. The rocks blush into every variety of colour, the trees and fields are emeralds, and the cottages are rubies. A beetle I picked up at Torquay was as green-and-gold as the stone it lay upon, and a squirrel which ran up a tree here just now was not the pale reddish-brown to which I am accustomed, but a bright brown-red. Nay, my very hands and fingers look rosy, like Homer's Aurora, and I have been gazing on them with astonish- ment. All this wonder I know is simple ; and therefore, of course, do not you repeat it. The exuberance of the grass and the foliage is oppressive, as if one had not room to breathe, though this is a fancy. The depth of the valleys and the steepness of the slopes increase the illusion, and the Duke of Wellington would be in a fidget to get some commanding point to see the country from. The scents are extremely fine, so very delicate yet so powerful ; and the colours of the flowers as if they were all shot with white. The sweet peas especially have the complexion of a beautiful face: they trail up the wall, mixed with myrtles, as creepers. As to the sunset, the Dartmoor heights look purple, and the sky close upon them a clear orange. When I turn back and think of Southampton Water and the Isle of Wight, they seem, by contrast, to be drawn in Indian ink, or pencil. Now I cannot make out that this is fancy, for why should I fancy? I am not especially in a poetic mood. I have heard of the brilliancy of Cintra and still more of the East, and I suppose that this region would pale beside them ; yet I am content to marvel at what I see, and think of Virgil's description of the purple meads of Elysium. Let me enjoy what I feel, even though I may unconsciously exaggerate.' 1831] HURRELI. FROUDE 65 Newman's senses were extraordinarily delicate : he writes as if at thirty he was half unaware of some of his most special faculties. A week later, a postscript follows, addressed to Harriett Newman, telling of ' a sermon to write for to-morrow, which I do believe to be as bad a one as I have ever written, for I was not in the humour ; but I do not tell people so. It may do good, in spite of me ! ' and this confidence : ' The other day the following lines came into my head. They are not worth much ; but I transcribe them : ' There strayed awhile, amid the woods of Dart, One who could love them, but who durst not love : A vow had bound him ne'er to give his heart To streamlet bright, or soft secluded grove. 'Twas a hard humbling task, onward to move His easy-captured eye from each fair spot. With unattached and lonely step to rove O'er happy meads which soon its print forgot. Yet kept he safe his pledge, prizing his pilgrim lot. ' ' There was a lifelong strife in Newman's mind between created and Uncreated Beauty, or rather, a lifelong choice. He seems to have felt that he could not be as much of a poet as his own heart prompted, and be also as much of a hard-working saint as Divine Grace called him to be. For him, as in the beginning, a loved landscape was ' pagan ' : a temptation towards false gods. How little his attitude was understood, during his life, is well illustrated by the published complaint of Mr. Aubrey de Vere that his friend Dr. Newman of the Catholic University would never make time to go driving with him through the exquisite scenery about Dublin, though invited again and again. In all this, as in much else, he was entirely Augustinian. Ejiciebas eas et intrabas pro eis. It does not seem clear that Hurrell Froude, who outran Newman in many austerities, shared fully in the exercise of this signal one. His loneliness of spirit, far more developed than his friend's, was also far less conscious, and his boyish relish of the beauties of moor and sea based itself, rather, on a 1 The lines were written in some lady's autograph album during this visit. 5 66 HURRELL FROUDE [issi philosophy which was Keble's, and Henry Vaughan's long before him : 'Thou who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere ! ' ' Certainly, Newman was never so tormented by his affection for music, or for anything else in the same class, as he was by the glamour of out-of-doors at Taormina, and the homelier charms of ' Devon in her most gentle dimplement.' Spiritual matters apart, one does not perceive what else could have inwrought him more effectually with the very fibres of Hurrell's being, than his felt infatuation for the Dartington he visited but twice in his busy life. They shared the same passion, again, for Rome. The spirit of place can always create a final test between any two cultivated minds. To differ in kind or even in degree of response to it, is indeed to differ. The principle which lay at the bottom of Newman's re- nunciation was one, however, which was equally familiar to his friend. It may not always have involved, for him, the need of so determined a depreciation of the loveliness of rural England, as too keen a reminder of ' Isaac's pure blessings, and a verdant home,' things forsworn by both young men in that ' highly religious and romantic idea of celibacy' which they had adopted for good and all, between them, without Keble's help. As New- man says of S. Basil and S. Gregory, retiring together from the world : ' somehow, the idea of marrying-and-taking-Orders, or taking-Orders-and-marrying ; building or improving their parsonages, and showing forth the charities, the humanities, and the gentilities of a family man, did not suggest itself to their minds.' Nothing is plainer than that the arch-celibate was Froude, and not Newman : perhaps it would be quite exact to say that the idea, in Froude, as in Pascal, was wholly endemic, and in Newman only so in part. We are told in the Apologia how the idea was strengthened and supernaturalised by contact with Froude. Hurrell sometimes deplored with unmixed simplicity the social disqualifications ' The Christian Year : Septuagesima Sunday, closing stanza. 1831] HURRELL FROUDE 67 of a total abstainer. ' I wrote S[am] a letter the other day,' he tells Robert Wilberforce, when the future Bishop had plighted his troth. ' I suspect it was of the dullest ! for I have no knack at writing to people in his interesting situation.' In all this lack of sympathy with ordinary conduct and motive, there was no touch whatever of conscious oddity, but only of childishness. Newman, by far the tenderer heart of the two, never shared it. Newman has left us an account of the origin of the ser- mon he mentions, which was preached in the old Church on July 1 6, 1 8 3 1 : that on the Pool of Bethesda, ' Scripture a Record of Human Sorrow,' in the iirst volume of Parochial Sermons. 'Twice in my life,' he writes about 1862, 'have I, when worn with work, gone to a friend's house to recruit. . . . When I was down at Dartington for the first time, in July, 1 83 1, I saw a number of young girls collected together, blooming, and in high spirits ; " and all went merry as a marriage-bell." And I sadly thought what changes were in store, what hard trial and discipline was inevitable. I cannot trace their history ; but Phillis and Mary Froude married, and died quickly. Hurrell died. One, if not two, of the young Champernownes died.^ My sermon was dictated by the sight and the foreboding. At that very visit [from Oxford] Hurrell caught, and had his influenza upon him, which led him by slow steps to the grave. He caught it sleeping, as I did, on deck, going down the Channel from Southampton to Torbay. Influenza was about, the forerunner of the cholera. It went through the Parsonage at Dartington. Every morning the sharp merry party, who somewhat quizzed me, had hopes it would seize upon me. But I escaped ; and sang my warning from the pulpit. ... I am a bird of ill omen.' ^ Correepondence of course broke out anew, the moment the two were parted. Hurrell's Greek reading progressed on his own summary lines. ' Timcms gets worse and worse. I can see no point in which it is interesting, except as a fact to prove what stuff people have sucked down. ... I have cut ^ Arthvir, eldest son of Arthur Champernowne, Esq., of Dartington Hall, died during this year, 1831, aged 17, His next brother Henry died in 1851, aged 36. ' Newman, Letters and Correspondence^ ii., 73. 68 HURRELL FROUDE [issi TimcEus,' he announces a bit later, ' and have nearly finished Gorgias, which is as elegant and clever and easy as possible.' His weather comments (such being unavoidable in England) are concise and instructive. By way of letting Newman know that there had been a fortnight of fine weather since the latter's own rainy experiences at Dartington, he throws out an abrupt postscript of July 29 : ' What a lie old Swith.^ has told 1 ' The Rev. Thomas Mozley seems to have received condi- tional offers or promises from Hurrell of sharing with him a country cure. The former proposed first the vacant Moreton Pinkney, thirty miles north of Oxford, then the parish of S. Ebbe's, within its ancient limits. But both projects failed of realisation. Hurrell's strength had to be hoarded, and Arch- deacon Froude was averse to any measure which would create new duties, and cause a stricter separation between them. Keble, on behalf of his friend, would have favoured Northamptonshire rather than the city. He saw Newman on August i o of this Long Vacation of 1 8 3 1 . ' He wishes you to have a country parish,' Newman writes ; ' he did not give his reasons.' Newman himself coveted Hurrell's parochial co-operation. These plans for an active employment of superfluous energies, formed, one after another, by appreciators of them, were destined to be vain. Meanwhile, relish for historical study was indicating to him how he could be of use, in a day full of most unscholarly conceptions of the past, long before the documentary firmament had been unrolled by Government for the man in the street. Dandum est Deo eum aliquid facere posse. He knew the path he meant to take, and communicates his dream to Newman, prefacing it with a bit of encouraging domestic news : ' W[illy] continues very steady, getting up at half-past five, and working without wasting time till two or three.' His next surviving brother William was then twenty years old, and reading for Honours. To the Rev. J. H. Newman, Aug. 16, 1831. ' Since you wish to have a definite categorical answer to M[ozley's] question, I will say, No ; and having said this, will ' Of course in allusion to the proverb that rain on July 15 (S. Swithun's Day) means a more or less prolonged downpour. 1831] HURRELL FROUDE 69 proceed to my reasons and qualifications. First, whatever you may think, I have a serious wish, and (if I could presume to say so) intention of working at the ecclesiastical history of the Middle Ages. Now, my father assures me that such a parish as [S. Ebbe's] would be a complete occupation of itself, so that I am unwilling at once, and without giving myself the trial, to give up the chance of doing what I cannot but think as clerical, as improving, and much better suited to my capacity, such as it is, than the care of a parish. A small parish, and a less bothering one, might be a recreation, almost ; but such an absorb- ing one as this I should be sorry to take, till I found that I could not work at anything else. Secondly, my qualification of the ' No ' is this : if you either feel very certain I shall do nothing else, or have a strong opinion as to the improvement I should get from the occupation you propose, believe me will- ing to be convinced that my present view is incorrect. ' I have read a good deal of Plato, have stuck in Parmenides as in Timceus, but think all which keeps clear of metaphysics is as beautiful and improving as anything I ever read. As to Socrates, I can scarcely believe that he was not inspired, and feel quite confident that Plato is responsible for every tint of [puzzleheadedness] which shows itself in his arguments. One is apt, of course, to be carried away with a thing at the moment ; but my present impression is, that Gorgias, Apologia Socratis, Crito, and Phcsdo, rank next to the Bible in point of the great- ness of mind they show, and in grace of style and dramatic beauty surpass anything I have ever read. I think I am improved in composition, and attribute it to imitation of Plato. I am going to serve D[enbury?] for the next month, and shall have to write a number of sermons. ' How atrociously the poor King of Holland ^ has been used ; but nothing yet is so painful as the defection of the heads of the Church. I hear that the Bishop of Ferns ^ is dying : spes ultima! During the early autumn, Froude returns to the curacy ^ William I., King of the Netherlands, formerly William Frederick, Prince of Orange. ''■ Thomas Elrington, M.A., D.D., formerly President of Trinity College, Dublin, an active and devoted prelate. He lived until July 12, 1835. 70 HURRELL FROUDE [mi question, and reiterates the conviction which his own idiosyn- crasy was strengthening in him every day, and which surely was as warranted as it was sincere. ' I have read the Lives of WycliiTe and Peacocke ^ in Strype ; but must read much more about them and their times, before I shall understand them. At present I admire Peacocke and dislike WycHffe. A great deterioration seems to have taken place in the spirit of the Church after Edward IIl.'s death. I hope I shall have perseverance to work up the history of the period. If I do this, I shall not think myself bound to take a curacy.' It is a thousand pities that we can never have on our shelves the Froude of historical verity, to counterbalance the Froude of historical romance. Hurrell, so far as he got, was certainly all for ' the ideas underlying history, and their organic connection,' and was but poorly adapted for ' the in- sertion of his own ideas into history . . . the professing to find in history what he had in reality put there.' ^ Is it not clear that such a fault may spring not from perverseness, but from the too pictorial eye? This the elder brother lacked, as likewise the other disadvantage of a magical prose style. That perturbing possession, the luckiest asset of the essayist, seems to delight in playing tricks on historians, for in the past, at least, the dullest have been the safest. As one who understood the dangers of style, Hurrell chides Newman for the hair-splitting preliminary method to which he was treating Tke Arians. ' If you go on fiddling with your Introduction, you will most certainly get into a scrape at last ! ' And then : ' I have for the last five days been read- ing Marsh's Michaelis, which I took up by accident, and have been much interested by it, I see that old Wilberforce * owes to it much of the profundity which I have before now been floored and overawed by. It has put many things into my head that I never thought of before.' ' The name of the Bishop who was the great antagonist of the"Lollards, Fellow of Oriel in his day, is properly spelled Pecock. '^ ' The Time-Spirit of the Nineteenth Century,' in Problems and Persons, by Wilfrid Ward. Longmans, 1903. ' Robert Isaac Wilberforce. His mind was truly profound, and it was ' authentic,' to borrow the word beautifully applied to him in a memorial verse of his friend Mr. Aubrey de Vere. 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 71 The first unmistakable symptoms of Hurrell's chronic illness had developed by the January of 1832. 'I don't think he takes care of himself,' Keble says anxiously, in a letter to Newman, shortly after his election to the Professorship of Poetry. And Hurrell himself had confessed to Newman, as it were, ' how ill all's here about my heart : but 'tis no matter.' Hence the reply from Oxford, on the i 3 th. ' Your letter was most welcome, sad as it was ; I call it certainly, from beginning to end, a sad letter, and yet somehow sad letters, in their place, and in God's order, are as acceptable as merry ones. What I write for now is to know why you will not trust your brother to come up by himself? Let him go into your rooms ; and do stop in Devonshire a good while, in which time you not only may get well, but may convince all about you that you are well — an object not to be neglected. . . . Your advice about my work is not only sage, but good, yet not quite applicable, though I shall bear it in mind. Recollect, my good Sir, that every thought I think is thought, and every word I write is writing, and that thought tells and that words take room, and that though I make the Introduction the whole book, yet a book it is ; and though this will not steer clear of the egg blunder, to have an Introduction leading to nothing, yet it is not losing time. Already I have made forty-one pages out of eighteen.' The correspondence between the two, then as ever, gives diverting glimpses of the mordant and ineffably frank critic away from Oxford, and the divine and man-of-letters in residence who continually sought, ' in the beaten way of friendship,' the advice he did not invariably need. Thus he sends a rough draft to Dartington of ' a sermon against Sir James Mackintosh, Knight,' ^ expecting strictures, ' should you discern anything heretical,' and calling special attention to the argument : ' therefore be sharp.' The young censor was pleased to approve ' on the whole,' though with minor reservations. ' As to your Annotationes in Neandri ^ Homiliam', Newman writes cheerfully, ' to be sure I have treated them with what is now called true respect ; for ^ On Justice as a Principle of Divine Governance. University Sermons, VI. ^ Neander : this playful Hellenisiiig of Newman's name vpas general, at one time, among Oxonians of his own circle. 72 HURRELL FROUDE [i832 I have spoken highly of them, and done everything but use them ! I did not have them till Saturday morning ; so having your authority for what I wanted [i.e., the soundness of the main position and the tottoC), I became indolent.' Meanwhile, towards the end of January, Hurrell sends an asked-for bulletin of his physical progress, and follows it up with several others, in all of which he makes it unconsciously plain that he has more pressing interests than his own sinking barometry. His mind was going forward by leaps and bounds towards convictions then unguessed-at, now quite general, about 'the Tudor Settlement' To the Rev. J. H. Newman, Jan. 29, 1832. ' I promised I would give an account of myself, if I did not appear in person by the beginning of Term. I am getting rid, though by slow degrees, of all vestiges of cough, and, what is more to the purpose, my father is quite easy about me, which he was far from being when I first came home. ... I have been very idle lately, but have taken up Strype now and then, and have not increased my admiration of the Reformers. One must not speak lightly of a martyr, so I do not allow my opinions to pass the verge of scepticism. But I really do feel sceptical whether Latimer was not something in the Bulteel ^ line ; whether the Catholicism of their formulae was not a con- cession to the feelings o| the nation, with whom Puritanism had not yet become popular, and who could scarcely bear the alterations which were made; and whether the progress of things in Edward the Sixth's minority may not be considered as the jobbing of a faction. I will do myself the justice to say that those doubts give me pain, and that I hope more reading will in some degree dispel them. As far as I have gone, too, ' Henry Bellenden Bulteel (1800-1866), a Devonshire man, Fellow and Tutor of Exeter College, Hurrell's former contemporary at Eton. He got into difficulties with the Church of England and the University in 1831 ; after his calling the Heads of Houses ' dumb dogs,' from the pulpit of S. Mary's, Bishop Bt^ot revoked his licence ; he then married a pastry-cook's sister in the High Street, spent ;C400O building the Baptist Chapel in the Commercial Road, and set up as an independent dissenting minister. He was the anonymous author of The Oxford Argo, A good deal laughed at in his day, Bulteel had, according to evidence, the sympathy of Hur^eU Froude in his ill fortunes. ' Froude went about for days with a ruefal countenance, and could only say: " Poor Bulteel !" ' ^«;««?j««f«, Mozley, i., 228. 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 73 I think better than I was prepared to do of Bonner and Gardiner. Certainly the 97^0? of the Reformation is to me a terra incognita, and I do not think that it has been explored by anyone that I have heard talk about it.' With what astonishing prescience this novice surveys his terra incognita ! Again, writing to Newman on Feb. 17, the obsession for historical truth, as the handmaid to religious reform, breaks through some melancholy detail. He has been asked for a full bulletin ; he confesses that the doctor states, and that he himself cannot deny, that there has been an attack on the lungs, attended, however, with but little pain or fever. He finds it ' disheartening,' for he had been taking long rides, and was in great spirits. Then he runs on to a topic which occurs to him not for the first nor for the last time. Might it not be a good thing to turn journalist, to have a Quarterly, and to speak in it the thing which is ? ' Imagine me in a yellow jacket,' he says elsewhere to Newman ; imagine him seated, and goose- quilled, and editorial. It was never to be. Was it not quite as well ? Would not Mr. Froude (if the pun will pass muster) have proved gunpowder in a Magazine ? He talks as he always talks of his own inspirations, derisively. But plainly, his heart is in it. He would start, this time, ' on a very unpre- tending scale,' and design his foxy Quarterly ' to be at first only historical and matter-of-fact, so that writing for it would be the reverse of a waste of time even if it failed entirely, which I really hardly think possible, considering the ridiculous un- founded notions most people have got, and the vast quantity of unexplored ground. A thing of that sort might sneak into circulation as a book of antiquarian research, and yet, if well- managed, might undermine many prejudices. I am willing to think that I could contribute two articles per annum to such a work, without losing a moment of time, indeed getting through more than I should else. Memoirs of Hampden would be a subject [Keble] would take to with zest, as he hates that worthy with as much zeal and more knowledge than your humble servant. However, this is a scheme formed at a distance, which, as Johnson remarks, makes rivers look narrow and 74 HURRELL FROUDE [issa precipices smooth. Can you tell me where to go for the history of Lutheranism ? I must know something of it, before I get a clue to Cranmer and the rest.' Lastly, to the same correspondent, on Feb. 26. ' . . . I trouble you with a few lines of grateful acknow- ledgment for the concern you are so kind as to take in my welfare, though I cannot at the same time refrain from observing that your advice does more credit to your heart than your head. ... I was at Dr. [Yonge's ^J, where I stayed three days, and was thoroughly examined. He assures me that what- ever may have been the matter with me, I am now thoroughly well, and that I may return to Oxford at once without impru- dence. At the same time, he says I must be extremely cautious, as the thing which formed in my windpipe proves me to be very liable to attack, and he looks on it as an extra- ordinary piece of luck that I got rid of it as I did. I am to wear more clothing than I have hitherto done, and to renounce wine for ever ; the prohibition extends to beer : quo confugiam ? ' Before Hurrell left home, his father had notified Newman of their conditional intention to visit the Continent. ' If the doctor advises it,' the Archdeacon writes on Feb. 22, ' I have offered to be Hurrell's companion to the Mediterranean, or any other part of the world that may be supposed most favour- able in such a case as his. I own [that] my faith in the advan- tages to be gained by going abroad is not very great, unless they can be procured under the most favourable circumstances. At any rate, I think your suggestion for his giving up the office of Treasurer ^ shall be followed.' He had held this office of Junior Treasurer since 1 8 2 8, to the great general satisfaction, sharing with Newman the mental quickness, the ' constitutional accuracy ' and the conscientiousness which go towards the cast- ing-up of a perfect accountant. Hurrell, however, came up in the spring, whence he blithely reports his improved health. ^ James Yonge, M.D., F.C.P., 1794-1870, a graduate of Exeter College, Oxford, and resident at Plymouth, where his practice was famous in its day, all over England. 2 Of Oriel College. 1832] HURRELL FROUBE 75 To the Rev. John Keble, May s, 1832. ' . . . Thinking that you may wish to know something of my concerns, and wishing to know something of yours, ... I send you the following. As to myself, about which valuable thing I am most concerned, you must know that I have at last found a Kprja-^vyerov in barley -sugar ; only to think that my stars should let me off so easily ! Sucking has had a most wonderful effect on me, and has removed nearly all that F[airford] ^ had left of tendency to irritation ; I might say all, if I could suck continually, but just now these east winds take advantage of casual intervals, and remind me that I am not perfectly at liberty. However, I have left off my handkerchief, and never feel-the want of it ; also, I am up at half-past six every morning ; and taking an enlarged view of myself, I think my condition to be approved of.' Up to July 3 1 , Froude remained in Oxford, being and doing with all his usual zest, writing his papers on architecture, proving a very well-head of vitality to his friends, and ' living his life.' Could it have been indeed as early as this that he cut across the preliminaries described by Lord Blachford,^ and paralysed an intended appeal to Bishops and Deans by announcing that he, for one, meant to ' get on the box ' in person ? This is thought to be the moment of Miss Giberne's inspiration. It would seem as if the date should be a year later. In July of 1832 the Tutorial question was over; and there was no other agendum in debate between Froude and Newman. However that may be, there in the handsome lady's sketch-book is Hurrell, smoothly, almost infantinely, mis- chievous, with one obedient Mozley to listen and abet ; there is Newman, at an angle of the ottoman, distinctly not surveying with fond adoring gaze and yearning heart his friend (as he says he does, in a poem, part of which, at least, was written that very week), but back to back with him, sulk- ing furiously, and putting on a silent stare which sufficiently expresses human disapproval : that little sudden void stare, 1 Hurrell had visited Keble there early in April, and caught a fresh cold. 2 See p. 257. 76 HURRELL FROUDE [1832 entirely characteristic, as of one who is forced to survey, for the time being, an endless vista of Siberian snows. It was a boding time ; the cholera was raging all about ; Newman himself was tired and dejected from overwork, and none too hopeful concerning Hurrell's health or the impending prospect of separation. Long after, annotating his own corre- spondence at Edgbaston, he tells us something special about the lines just referred to, in what may be called, from a merely literary point of view, one of the most successful, though one of the least known, of his shorter lyrics. Hurrell's share in it is no more, so to speak, than a tiny marginal portrait of him, tender, in passing, as the work of some old Flemish illuminator. Newman ascribes the origin of the last lines to this July. ' With reference to the memory of that parting, when I shook hands with him, and looked into his face with great affection, I afterwards wrote the stanza : ' And when thine eye surveys With fond adoring gaze And yearning heart, thy friend, Love to its grave doth tend.' ^ But it is remarkable that the completed poem is dated Valetta, January 30, 1833: as if to mark the vanishing of the only shadow which ever crossed the united path of Newman and Froude; and that shadow was due, as we shall see, to a fancy of Newman's, conceived in illness. Abstract and gnomic as his verses are, two human faces, nameless but recognisable, look through them with ' sad eyes spiritual and clear.' One is Mary Newman's, in her sisterly youth ; ^ the other is Hurrell Froude's. Dearly as Newman loved his many friends, then and after (and as Dean Church reminds us, mutual affection as profound as that of the early Christians, was the very hall-mark of the Tractarians), there is but one friend discernible in the long vista of his poetry, most of which was written in his living presence. Hurrell may never have suspected as much. The temper of both, shrinking from the ' Prosperity, in Lyra Apostolica. Edited by H. C. Beeching, M.A. London : Methuen[i900], p. 146. ^ Mary Sophia Newman, the youngest of the family, died, aged ly, on January S> 1828. 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 77 least emotional emphasis, would have precluded any open give-and-take. The privilege of being English has its own system of taxation. The Cardinal, in his old age (possibly when Little Lord Fauntleroy was overrunning the stage), had to assure some inquirer, by post, that he hardly had been in the habit of addressing Hurrell as ' Dearest,' in the prose exigences of every day. The truant Fellow, restored to his father's Parsonage, was able to send a definite announcement of his future movements, within a fortnight of his leaving Oxford. To the Rev. J. H. Newman, Sept. 9, 1832. ' I am afraid poor [Willy] will make no hand of his Second Class. He has no interest, and can pick up none, for what he is about ; and all his interleaves and margins are scribbled over with lug sails. You will be glad to hear that I have made up my mind to spend the winter in the Mediterranean, and my father is going with me, the end of November, and we shall see Sicily and the south of Italy. We are both very anxious that you should come with us. I think it would set you up. . . . I have read M. Thierry's stuff.^ His ignorance is surprising. He supposes Oxford to have been a Bishopric in Henry the Second's time, and he sticks in Saxons ad libitum, quoting authorities with which I am familiar, and where nothing of the sort occurs. My translations have been at a standstill. . . . Also, I am getting to be a sawney,^ and not to relish the dreary prospects which you and I have proposed to ourselves. But this is only a feeling : depend on it, I will not shrink, if I buy my constancy at the expense of a permanent separation from home. I think this journey will set me up, and then I shall try my new style of preaching. We must indulge our- selves and other people with a little excitement on such matters, or else the indifferentists will run away with everything ! ' William Froude, at Michaelmas, took his First Class in ' Histoire de la Conqidte de I'Angkterre par les Normands. Par Augustin Thierry. Paris : Santelet, 1826. Tomes 1-4, 2""= edition, 80. ^ A sentimental complaining fellow : the ' dreary prospects ' being the prospects of a single life devoted to moral reforms. 78 HURRELL FROUDE [i832 Mathematics, and a Third in Classics, quite as Hurrell expected. As to the microbe of travel thus featly introduced into the post, it did its work upon the recipient, though not without much hesitation and debate. One of Newman's arguments against a plan with which, it is plain, he fell violently in love at once, was the state of his own health, involving, possibly, some additional responsibility for Archdeacon Froude. ' You need fear nothing,' Hurrell gallantly assures him, ' on the score of two invalids : I am certainly better now than I have been for more than a year. I bathed yesterday with great advantage, took a very long walk, drank five glasses of wine, and am better for it all. My contemplated expedition is wholly preventative, so don't be uneasy on that score. ... As to my sawney feelings, I own that home does make me a sawney, and that the First Eclogue runs in my head absurdly. But there is more in the prospect of becoming an ecclesi- astical agitator than in At nos hinc alii, etc' On Monday, December 3, Newman set out on the South- ampton coach, reaching Exeter next day, and Falmouth, whence the Maltese packet of 800 tons, called the Hermes, was to sail, early on the Wednesday morning following. He wrote there his poem, ' Are these the tracks of some unearthly friend ? ' the first of eighty-five dating from the Mediterranean voyage, the eighty-fifth being the ' Lead, Kindly Light ' which has endeared to English-speaking pilgrims the Straits of Bonifacio. When the Froudes arrived at Falmouth, Newman had a nocturnal adventure to relate to them. He had been very roundly sworn at by a person, apparently a gentleman, who sat near him on the box. ' I had opened by telling him he was talking great nonsense to a silly goose of a maid-servant stuck atop of the coach ; so I had no reason to complain ! ' The hasty fellow-traveller afterwards apologised. In the moon- light he had attributed a highly laic motive to Newman's interference, so the latter explains to his mother. On the 8th of December the Hermes sailed. The three friends were to be together for five months, and their route is minutely 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 79 and enchantingly mapped out in the first volume of the Newman Correspondence. The journey held unique experi- ences, filled with interest, for the two younger men, and they, on their part, seemed to have interested deeply many whom they met. Hurrell kept a log as they moved, for his brothers and sisters, for Mr. Keble, for Mr. Williams, and a few others ; and out of it a fairly connected narrative can be extracted, of a colour and form quite other than Newman's, the better correspondent, but graphic enough. Before starting on his voyage, Hurrell had seen in print, in the first and second volumes of The British Magazine, both his pioneer papers on Gothic Architecture, and the earlier chapters of his history of S. Thomas ci Becket ; these were followed, in volume iv., by The Project of Henry II. for Uniting Church and State, A.D, IIS4. To the Rev. John Keble, Dec. 12, 1833. ' We started from Falmouth about eleven, on the 8th. " Jamque tibi e mediis pelagi mirabilis undis',' about sixty-eight miles to the south of Oporto, and thirty from the shore : the sea a perfect sheet of glass, showing the reflection of the stars, particularly Sirius, which is most splendid. The Pole-star sinking perceptibly : I am sure the Great Bear's tail must have had a dip as he went his rounds. It has been very calm all day, and we have gone seven- and-a-half miles an hour: when the sun came to the meridian our latitude was 41° 36'. In the daytime the sea was a pale blue colour ; I will not attempt to describe the sunset. Yesterday was very interesting : when we came on deck in the morning we could just make out Cape Ortegal to the south-east of us, at a distance of about forty miles. It was very pale, and scarcely to be distinguished from the sky, but rose very high above the horizon, and, as we neared it, seemed to be quite precipitous; we did not get within thirty miles, so that it has left on my mind only the ghost of an impression: but it is a grand ghost. We saw where Corunna lay, and must have been within twenty miles of some part of the coast between that and Cape Finisterre, which we doubled in the dark. All of it was of a very singular character, but insignificant compared with Cape 80 HURRELL FROUDE [i832 Ortegal. All that day the wind was fresh from the east, and the sea very wild and grand, of a deep black-blue, covered with breakers : we went rather more than eight miles an hour, though the ship tossed amazingly. This was the first day that we had had a clear sky, and marvellous it was : a strong east wind in the middle of December, and the climate like May ! our latitude at noon 44° 3', There is something in the colour of the sea out of soundings, which is very striking to one who has only seen the shallow water that surrounds England. There is not a tint of green in it ; to-day it has been a pale blue, like a beautiful lake ; yesterday it was a black-purple. We find that this steamer is to touch at Cadiz and Algiers, and to spend two days at Gibraltar, in the way to Malta, and that afterwards it is to spend four days between Zante, Cephalonia, Ithaca, and Leucadia, touching at Patras {plim Patrae), then to spend six at Corfu, and afterwards return to Malta the same way ; so we shall certainly extend our trip. The commander and the midshipmen are a very gentlemanlike set, and we the only passengers : so it is most luxurious. . . . And now I am stupid ; if there is nothing more to tell to- morrow, I shall fill up the blank between Falmouth and Cape Ortegal, which may be regarded as our Dark Age. ' Thursday evening. — The day has again been beautiful, and quite summery, with scarcely a cloud. When the sun rose we were off the Berlingas (some small sharp rocks, which you will see in a map), and from thence we kept near shore all the way to the rock of Lisbon. The greater part of the way we could not have been much more than a mile off. The sea has been its old green to-day ; the coast all along very peculiar, not very high, but wild, and strongly marked ; the rock precipitous, and deeply indented, and every promontory relieved by a thin mist of spray from the breakers of the Atlantic. We watched them curl in upon the shore, each rising in a green transparent line as it came to its turn to break, and then turning partially into a delicate mist where it met the more prominent rocks, till at last the whole line seemed to burst, and another rose behind its aerified relics, and put me in mind of 'AcftpoSirt}. , . . When we passed Mafra we saw the cupolas of the palace of Cintra, and, through an opening of the hills, made out the greater part of 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 81 it through glasses. The situation is strange for so magnificent a building. And now we had a clear view of the ridge on which the Duke took up his position on the northern side of the lines of Torres Vedras. I will not attempt to describe it, except that it is grand to a degree, rising in spire-like shaggy tops, and cut by deep ravines, the sides of which were fringed with what we were told were cork trees. As we got near we saw many villas about half-way up, and on the two highest points were two convents. The Roman Catholics are queer fellows : they are determined to be admired and not envied ; we, unhappily \a')(6vTe<; avTiarpocjiov tv^tjv, are envied and not admired. We doubled Capo Roca at three, and then went down to dinner. The mouth of the Tagus was too distant to make anything out, except the masts of the English ships, who are there to bully Don Miguel.^ On Friday we got up at seven to see Cape St. Vincent, and passed close under it. The light on it was very fine, and the form of the rocks bold; but yesterday had spoiled us. The day is fine, cloudless, and windless — almost too hot. . . . Just now we saw a fishing-boat, and made towards it. The people were in a great fright, and pulled with all their might, while they thought there was a chance to get away ; at last they gave up in despair. When we came up we found they had no fish : there were four of them, very dark complexions, and, as well as I could judge, Moorish features : the boat, sails, and all, perfectly un-English (a word which has ceased to be vituperative in my vocabulary). The coast which we are now passing is too distant to be very interesting, but a grey ridge of mountains rises behind, out of a dead flat, reminding one that we are off a strange land. The lateen sails, too, of which many are about, and two turtles which we almost ran over just now, and a shark's fin just showing above water, all tell the same story. . . . On Sunday morning it was foggy and disagreeable, and we were in the dreaded Bay of Biscay : however, I was still well enough to do Service on board. . . . All the ship's crew attended except the steersman and the stokers, i.e., the fellows that feed the fire of the engine. The commander had them all upon deck • The usurper of the Portuguese crown, third son of King John VI. The English destroyed his fleet off Cape St. Vincent, July 5, 1833. 6 82 HURRELL FROUDE [1832 in the morning and gave them a practical discourse on good behaviour, which amused [Newman] and me by being so much to the point: he is a nice fellow, I think. After Service I was fairly done up, and lost my character. . . . Next day we were in the middle of the Bay : still cloudy and damp, and a long gentle swell : but we had served our time, and were all alive and merry. ... In the evening we found that the commander was a musician and a painter ; he had a very elegant miniature of his wife that he had finished up for his amusement at sea ; and he sang us several songs, accompanying himself on the Spanish guitar, in very good taste, as [Newman] said : we the a/iw]Toi liked it much; and we have not had any qualms since: and now I have got on to where the rest begins. We live splendidly on board, have a cabin each, capital dinners, and good company : the three midshipmen, gentlemanlike obliging fellows as can be: yesterday they went out of the vessel's course, to show us the coast to advantage. ' Saturday. — On getting up, found ourselves in Cadiz harbour ; the convent bells put us in mind that we are in a religious country : it sounded just like Oxford before Morning Chapel. We found ourselves in quarantine and unable to land. The Consul's boat came off for the letters, rowed by eight Spaniards, such odd-looking fellows ! they row without ruUocks, having a strap and a rpoirioTijp. , . , We saw the unfinished Cathedral very distinctly through a glass : it had not at all an ecclesiastical look, but was large and picturesque. It will never be finished now, I suppose, as the day of apostasy seems at hand in Spain. ' Sunday morning: — Here we are at Gibraltar.' Newman's letters, enthusiastic over sky and sea, are full of the horrors of the ship (which he says was not properly cleaned before being sent down from Woolwich), and of the little stuffy rooms which are enough to kill a valetudinarian ; but valetudi- narian Hurrell seems to have enjoyed it all. To the Rev. Isaac Williams, Dec. 27, 1832. ' . . . We were at Gibraltar only forty-eight hours, and of that we were in quarantine forty. The remaining eight hours, 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 83 however, we turned to account, under the auspices of the Colonel of engineers, who was kind enough to lend us horses, and go over everything with us : unfortunately we were there so short a time, that we could only see what was curious, and had no leisure for the picturesque ; to enjoy which, it would have been necessary to ride away five or six miles, on what they call the neutral ground : the low sandy isthmus which joins the rock to the continent ; but from the fortifications we saw enough to convince us what a magnificent object it must be. In our scramble we had the luck to see three or four monkeys, scrambling, with the greatest ease, up and down what seemed a smooth precipice. I know how odious descrip- tions are, yet I must just tell you that, among other things, we were taken through a gallery cut out in the most pre- cipitous face of the rock, about 650 feet above the base, and 800 feet below the top, so that when you peep out through the port-holes, which are cut every here and there for cannon, you seem suspended in mid-air, and feel giddy, in whatever direction you look. Thanks to Colonel R[ogers] we saw so much that we had no right to grumble at the quarantine : but it really is something so exquisitely grotesque, that one cannot help being provoked. We were moored close along- side of a coal-wharf, and all the day that we were imprisoned, a parcel of fellows of the town were at work, wheeling coals into our vessel, and upsetting them on the deck, so that they were in all but contact with our crew for a whole day ; also, all packages were received, after undergoing the ceremony of a partial ducking in the water ; and letters had a chisel dug into them, which was supposed to let out the cholera. And while all this absurd farce was going on, we were imprisoned in one of the most interesting places in the world, not knowing when we should be released, or whether at all ; however, even in this time, we had some amusement from the variety of curious figures that came down to the Quay to look at us. One fellow, a Moorish Jew, was dressed so picturesquely, and looked so exotic altogether, that I tried to draw him ; but he saw what I was at, and first hallooed out : " You no paint me," and, when I went on, he bolted as fast as he could. The Moors are magnificent-looking fellows, with very high stern 84 HURRELL FROUDE [1832 features, dark eyes, and very marked nostrils that give to the full face rather a look of ferocity ; even the lowest of them look like aristocrats. The Spanish women, too, were worth looking at : three of them came down to visit a merchant who came with us from Cadiz ; the high head-dresses were the only peculiarity in their dress, but one of them was very fine-looking, and very unlike an Englishwoman. I should have thought her ladylike, only she spat with the most perfect indifference, just as would in C[ommon] R[oom]. We left Gibraltar at ten on Monday night, and had very calm beautiful weather for two days. . . . We got to Algiers [Thursday morning] about three, and it was then rough, cloudy, and blowing fresh. This is the most wretched, wicked-looking place I ever set eyes upon. I can associate its idea with nothing but a wasp's nest. It is huddled together, leaving no apparent room for its streets ; its windows are loop-holes, as if to fire through. All beyond its walls looks perfectly desolate, except a number of white specks, which are houses where the rich inhabitants retire in time of plague. The town itself is a mass of white, as perfectly white as a chalk quarry ; and the monotony of the glare ^ is only relieved by the rust of weather-stains, which are not white-washed by the French so regularly as by the Moors. ' The Quay, as every one knows, is a strong battery, expressly for the shelter of pirates; and, when one thought of the horrors that had been practised in that detestable place, and felt the personal discomfort of an approaching storm, and saw, for a foreground, the infamous tricoloured flag on the ships, the general impression was as much the reverse of favourable as can easily be fancied. A boat came alongside with the Vice-consul, for letters. His Excellency was an English Jew, and there was an half-starved Frenchman for his ■7rdpeBpo<;. He was rowed by four fellows, of what race I know not. . . . Their features were perfect apathy, and looked like stuffed red leather more than flesh and blood. If we had touched any one of the crew we should have been in for a hundred days' quarantine in every port of Europe, and yet the wretches had the impudence to insist on our slitting all the letters, to let out the cholera. We stayed an hour, and then ' ' Stare' in the Remains, 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 85 started ; and sure enough, the storm came. The wind was north-west, and blew right across from the Gulf of Lyons, which I shall always think more formidable than the Bay of Biscay. The wind lasted till we got under the lee of Sardinia ; and what with the stink of the bilge-water, which was stirred up by the tossing, and the constant noise, and the difficulty of standing and sitting and eating and drinking, we were constantly wretched enough. My father spent the whole time in his berth ; [Newman] and I the greater part of ours. But ills have their end. The sea and the stink subsided, and we made the rest of our voyage to Malta stilly and quickly, arriving there on Monday morning after breakfast. [Newman] does not think his health perceptibly improved yet,^ but he has entirely got over sea-sickness, and has written an immense deal for the Lyra Apostolical He has written so many letters to his mother and sisters, that I need say no more about him. He will write to you soon. I know you will think this a very dull letter, as it is about places and not people ; but we have been so little on shore, that I have not been able to indulge your taste. Kindest remembrances to O.^ I will write to him soon. — Yours affectionately, R. H. F.' From Malta also, on Christmas night, a letter was despatched to Dartington, addressed, apparently, to John Spedding Froude, which carries on the record of the travellers. All the Froudes, like all the Hares, could draw. ' . , . There is so much that is picturesque and singular about this place, that I do not despair of occupation for all the ' Six weeks later, an English lady, Miss Frere, writes home from Malta of our three tourists, 'Archdeacon Froude, his son, and another clergyman' . . . 'all very agreeable.' She laments the ill-health of Mr. Newman, but adds that 'the son, on whose account they are travelling, is quite well.' Works of the Rt. Hon. John Hookham Frere, vol. i.. Memoir, by the Rt. Hon. Sir Bartle Frere. London : Pickering, 1874, p. 242. ^ Newman says, ' It was at Rome that we began the Lyra Apostolica ' {Apologia, 1890, p. 34) ; this letter antedates the arrival at Rome by some days. Newman dates the Lyra from Froude's choosing its motto from the Odyssey on the eve of magazine publication. 'The Rev. C. A. Ogilvie? or Frederick Oakeley? or the young Devonian Nut- combe Oxenham, who, like Isaac Williams, his tutor and lifelong friend, was a Scholar of Trinity? The associates of Mr. Williams were almost exclusively of Oriel. 86 HURRELL FROUDE [1832 fifteen days in drawing, if the weather is only tolerable. The boats, and the dresses, and the colours and forms of the buildings are all as good practice as anything I can fancy, and I shall not be sorry to have time on my hands for studying them at leisure. We shall be allowed to go about the harbour [in quarantine] as much as we like, and there are several places where we may land. This will have to start a day or two after our return, so you will not hear much more of Malta till the next packet. As yet I have made egregious failures in attempts to colour ; indeed, I have had no opportunity of doing any- thing from nature, and recollection supplies one too indistinctly. My father has made many very interesting coast drawings as we have come along, but he has done nothing in a finished way. "■ Corfu, Jan. i. — We got here the day before yesterday, after a most interesting voyage. The sea has been as still as a lake, and we have had a light breeze in our favour; but it must be owned that we have sailed away from the fine weather. Ever since we got here it has rained torrents, and is now blowing a violent gale, so that we thank our stars we are in harbour. On Friday morning we (as you would say) made Zante on our larboard bow, at a distance of about fifty miles. The high land of Cephalonia appeared at the same time, so they kept her away three-quarters of a point, and made for the passage between the islands. The south point of Cephalonia is a very high mountain ; it was covered with snow, which here and there appeared through the clouds. Zante is cliffy, and not so very unlike some of the Isle of Wight.^ We got to the town just after dark, and went ashore to make out what we could. We went to a billiard-room, a coffee-house, the head inn, and two or three shops. Everything was filthy to a degree, but there seemed to be some really handsome houses, such as Sir John Vanbrugh might have built. The shops are all open to the street, and one would think that the shopkeepers had never taken more than coppers in their lives; yet in a tobacco shop, on asking the price of a cherry-stick pipe, which I should have guessed at twelve shillings in England, they told me it was one hundred dollars, and a midshipman ' Froude had visited Samuel Wilberforce there, at Brighstone, 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 87 who was with us, and had lived a gi-eat deal in those parts, said that it was not at all dear at the money. The mouth- piece was amber inlaid with turquoise, and in that miserable- looking shop there must have been thirty or forty more pipes as costly : I wonder where they get customers ? We drank a bottle of Zante wine at the head inn, and very nice it was; on asking the price, the landlord most un- affectedly said there was nothing to pay, and when we gave him a shilling he seemed to think it was most munificent. ' . . . The town is now in possession of a Suliote chief, who has taken the castle into his own hands, and has quartered himself and his followers in all the best houses of the town, which is now newly building, and promises to be regular, and even elegant. The streets are quite straight, and cut one another at right angles, and the houses all have piazzas before them ; but everything is now at a standstill, and the streets themselves, unpaved, are more like the courses of rivulets than anything else. It was a night of rejoicing, this being the Day of St. Dionysius, and all the common people were assembled in the bazaar, a sort of shambles, and the gentlemen in a coffee-room, smoking and playing cards, in their best dresses : most of them were fine-looking fellows, very quiet and polite. We had coffee there, and very capital it was, but thick and almost like chocolate. I should like to know how they make it. The Greeks there were all dressed in their white linen petticoats, embroidered coats, and shaggy capotes, except one old fellow, who had on an English box-coat, and one other fellow, whom, from his vulgar impudent countenance, I conclude to have been an English blackguard. They all say the Morea is in a most wretched state, full of banditti and pirates, so that you cannot go anywhere without an escort. Next day we found ourselves just off Ithaca, at breakfast-time, and got breakfast over before we entered the strait between Ithaca and Cephalonia. This was the first day that I attempted what is called sketching, and I made a tolerable hand of it ; at least, I found out how to make memoranda that did to work upon afterwards. I can make no hand of colour, and think I shall hardly attempt it, till I have time to make 88 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 some finished studies from nature. You and W[illy] care so little about classics, that I need not trouble you about Ulysses' castle, Sappho's leap, etc. We got here on Sunday night, and the rain came soon after us, and has persecuted us incessantly ever since. We got ashore yesterday and walked about the town, which is very picturesque, and exactly like the panorama. . . . 'We were at a ball at Corfu on the anniversary of the installation of the Ionian Government, at which all the native population were expected ; but the day was so stormy that it made a poor show. I meant to have got you a real Albanian capote, but they were not to be had at Corfu, and the cherry - stick tobacco - pipes were too dear.' To the Rev. Isaac Williams, Jan. lo, 1833. ' We spent Christmas Day at Malta in an incessant row, taking in coals, while the bells of all the many Churches of Valetta told what was going on in that land of superstition ; — watched one poor fellow in quarantine all day, saying prayers to himself, and looking towards the Church nearest on the shore, opposite to the Lazaretto.^ The time is now drawing nigh when we shall spend fifteen long days in that abode of the unblessed. It is now the loth of January, and we are just in sight of Malta, on our return from the Ionian Islands. We have not seen them under the most favourable circumstances, as the weather has been wintry, i.e., either very stormy or very cold. I have been often longing for the bright hot Spanish sun which conducted us from the Bay of Biscay to Gibraltar. . . . Among other things, we spent half an hour in the coffee-house [at Zante] where the Greek merchants were assembled for the holiday evening: a little wretched dirty place, but the company were very 1 ' We are keeping the most wretched Christmas Day ... by bad fortune we are again taking in coals. . . . This morning we saw a poor fellow in the Lazaret, close to us, cut off from the ordinances of his Church, saying his prayers with his face to the house of God in his sight over the water ; and it is a confusion of face to me. . . . The bells are beautiful here . . . deep and sonorous, and they have been going all morning : to me very painfully.' Newman to his sister Harriett, Letters and Correspondence, i. , 274. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 89 polite to us, and we were surprised at the cleanness of their dresses, and a certain refinement in their appearance and manner. We were under the guidance of Major L[ongley] brother of L[ongley] of H[arrow] ^ who is Governor of Cythera, and knows something of the habits and language of the people. The company all rose to him, and sat down when he said Kadecre ; but they pronounce so queerly, that one can hardly ever make out a word, although their newspapers are quite intelligible, and differ but little from old Greek. I would give much to live among them for a bit, and get into their notions. As it is, we have seen nothing but the surface, and heard the notions of the resident English, which cannot be relied on. ... In Corfu, the breed is very mongrel, mixed up with Venetian and Italian blood ; so that, altogether, the sight was uninteresting, except that when one saw a splendid set of apartments, with magnificent English furniture, and brilliantly illuminated, with a band of music, etc., it contrasted itself oddly with the thought of old Thucydides and the Corcyrean sedition. The remains of the old town are very scanty, and one cannot make out anything satisfactory about to 'Hpaiov, etc. There is a rock that they call Ulysses' ship ; but I suspect the name of a Venetian origin. In one place there is the remains of an Ionic temple, on a very small scale, lately discovered ; but we had no time to go into antiquarian questions. We rode over most of the island, and saw several of the villages, all of which bear marks of having been tenanted by a rich population ; but everything is of a Venetian character. I cannot make out whether the people are religious or not; yet they seem, on the whole, to be an innocent civil set. Every small knot of families have their priest and their chapel, but no parishes that we could hear of. Their Churches are very small, but great numbers of them : two or three to a small village. [Newman] and my father went into one in an out-of-the-way village, in which there [were] fine silver lamps, a copy of Leonardo da Vinci's Last Supper, well ^ Major John Longley, afterwards Lieutenant-Governor of Dominica. Charles Thomas Longley, Head Master of Harrow School from 1829 to 1836, became Archbishop of Canterbury. Cythera is Cerigo. 90 HURRELL FROUDE ^ [issa executed, and several pictures of Saints, in the hard German style of the fifteenth century. I went twice into the Church which is the depository of the body of St. Spiridion ; ^ and people were praying there both times, one person apparently from the higher classes. In the chapel where the body lies, lamps are always kept dimly burning, and the people go in and kiss the shrine. The feet are stained with tears, and there are many splendid offerings there of precious stones. They keep all the Saints' days by going to Church, and playing cards afterwards ; and on the fast days they fast fairly. ... On our way back from Corfu, the curtain was drawn back which had before hung over the scenery, and the long ridges of the Acarnanian mountains appeared in full splendour ; among these many points in the range of Pindus were visible in the distance; and from Zante we certainly saw the summit of Parnassus, though partially intercepted with clouds. To look at. Mount St. Meri, in the north of Morea, is the most magnificent, but I do not know its classical name.^ And now I suppose I must bid farewell to these extraordinary places for the rest of my life; having only just seen enough of them to know how well worth seeing they are.' The fifteen days of detention were not quite so annoying or so monotonous as the travellers had feared. ' This Lazaret,' says Newman in the course of a long letter to his sister Jemima, 'was built by the Knights [of St. John at Malta] for the Turks. . . . We burn olive wood. I assure you we make ourselves very comfortable. We feed well from an hotel across the water. The Froudes draw and paint. I have hired a violin, and bad as it is, it sounds grand in such spacious halls. I write verses, and get up some Italian, and walk up and down the rooms about an hour and a half daily; and we have a boat, and are allowed to go about the harbour.' An incident on the quarantine island is responsible, in Newman's biography, for the ' Spiridion or Spiridon, patron of the island, Bishop of Tremithus near Salamis, present at the first General Council of Nice, and at the Council of Sardica. The Greeks keep his feast on the I2th, the Western Church on the 14th of December, 2 [Mount ScoUis in Elis.] 1832] HURRELL FROUDE 91 one and only tiff between himself and Froude.^ In reality, it was no tiff at all, as Froude was wholly innocent of offence. (Newman, it may be remarked in passing, had just written his David and Jonathan^ It seems that during the January nights in the Lazaretto, all three of the English travellers used to hear unaccountable footsteps, in the rooms and galleries, their own doors having been locked from the outside. On one occasion Newman thought he heard the noises in Archdeacon Froude's room. ' The fourth time it occurred, I hallooed out : " Who's there ? " and sat up in my bed ready to spring out. A deep silence followed, and I sat waiting a considerable time : and thus I caught my cold.' A week later, there is no clean bill of health to send Mrs. Newman, ' The weather has been unusually severe here. My cold caught in the Lazaret ripened the day I came out of it into the most wretched cough I ever recollect having, as hard as the stone walls, and far more tight than the windows.' In short, Newman was housebound, a close prisoner, and miserable enough, despite his successful completing of his ' Patriarchal Sonnets.' Archdeacon Froude forbade his going out to Church. The next day, Monday, he confides to the all-sympathetic bosom of his family : ' I am properly taken at my word. I have been sighing for rest and quidt. This is the sixth day since I left the Lazaret, and I have hardly seen or spoken to anyone. The Froudes dine out every day ; and are out all the morning, of course. Last night I put a blister on my chest ; and never having had one on before, you may fancy my awkwardness in taking it off and dressing the place of it this morning. I ought to have had four hands. Our servant was with the Froudes. . . . Well, I am set upon a solitary life, and therefore ought to have experience what it is ; nor do I repent. ... I have sent to the library, and got Marriage"^ to read. Don't smile — this juxtaposition is quite accidental ! You are continually in my thoughts. I know what kindness I should have at home.' He ends dismally, not without citing the Apostolic precedent ' Correspondence, i., 293-300, passim : and p. 332. The well-known novel by Susan Edmonstone Ferrier, published at first anony- mously in 1818. A beautiful edition, marking some revival of popularity, was issued in 1902. 92 HURRELL FROUDE [isss of going not alone but two and two : ' I wonder how long I shall last without any friend about me ! ' One can imagine the anxiety and indignation of the devoted hearts at Ifflfey. Early in April their unfriended John Henry received his sister Jemima's answer, distinctly uncomplimentary to Hurrell Froude; whereupon Newman rushed into explanation : he could not have Froude blamed ; he had begged to be left alone (' you know I can be very earnest in entreating to be left alone ') : he had refused his repeated solicitations even to let him sit by him and read to him ; he had, in short, driven him away. Hurrell, indeed, was not cut out by Nature for a nurse. Be that as it may, would it be far wrong to surmise that it was influenza which had been playing its now-well-understood tricks on Newman? But he made up like a lover for his passing semi-accusation. Froude, as it happened, was singularly well at this time, though the reprieve from discomfort was to be but brief The three companions went from Malta to Messina, where, in wretched weather, they had divers small misadventures, shared with Rohan-Chabots. Hurrell kept, that week, a sort of journal of events ; and the pages describing the capture of lodgings at Palermo seem worth transcription, since they show the revered Vicar of S. Mary-the-Virgin defeated by female diplomacy, and in the unexpected r61e of a sprinter.^ ' We got to Palmero about eleven or twelve next morning [Feb. II, 1833]: the sea calm, the sun hot, and everything beautiful to a degree. Here we knew that there was to be a scramble for rooms ; so when we anchored, [Newman] and I made a rush for the ladder, and were first in the boat ; but unfortunately, when we were in it we found that we had mistaken the landing-place. Our boat was nearest the Quay ; and we had to clear out round all the others to make for the custom-house and town, which were a mile off; also, our boat had only one man. So we saw two other boats give us the go-by, in one of which was the wife of the Governor of Moldavia and Wallachia:^ they landed about four minutes ' He could jump well, too : 'a larking thing for a Don ! ' as he tells his mother. Letters and Correspondence, i., 159. ^ Provinces now merged in the kingdom of Roumania. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 93 before us, and we thought to make • up our way by running. I was soon left behind by [Newman] and the boatman. When they passed the Countess, I saw her tap a fellow on the shoulder, who ran off for a coach, in which she set off as hard as she could for the Albergo di Londra. We found afterward that she had secured Page's whole house by letter ; and not contented with this, she had two servants ahead, who, when [Newman] came up with them, raced him ; and being fresh, they contrived to keep ahead by a foot or two, so as just to bespeak Jaquerie's whole house before he could speak to the landlord. On this, we despaired, and put up with the first place we could find to hide our noses in : luckily, it had no fleas ! and that was more than we had bargained for." Newman, in his own letters, does not single out for praise the one negative charm of their temporary dwelling. " It is astonishing," he says from the depth of English decency, " how our standard falls in these parts ! " ' The Archdeacon, with his attendant spirits, was off at four in the morning for Egesta. They had a carriage to themselves, drawn by three mules with bells, and a boy and a guide, besides the driver ; much aesthetic rapture and next to nothing to eat, seems to have been their portion. But the culminating point, the complete satisfaction of the heart's desire, was Rome. ' All the cities I ever saw are but as dust, even dear Oxford inclusive, compared with its majesty and glory,' writes Newman to the Rose Hill auditory. This enthusiasm of his was not without its scruples and torments. He adds an occasional colophon of genuine self-comfort, being sure that ' our creed,' the while, is ' purer than the Roman ' : a matter which, apparently, Hurrell forgot to dwell upon. He never had to rid himself of the least taint of the Pharisee, although he had been scandalised enough at Naples. That alien city of all badness had given his notions of its nominal religion a rude shock. Frederick William Faber, passing through Cologne in 1839, got, unwillingly, the very same sort of painful disedification which Froude got at Naples.^ The ' Life and Letters of Frederick Willimn Faber, D.D., Priest of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri, by John Edward Bowden of the same Congregation. Richards, 1869, p. 78. 94 HURRELL FROUDE [isss sadness of the decay of an ideal, even though a misplaced and mistimed one, hangs over some of the letters sped towards holy Oxford. To the Rev. JOHN Keble, March i6, 1833. ' Rome. — . . . I should like to be back at the election much ; sedfata vetant. Being abroad is a most unsatisfactory thing, and the idleness of it deteriorating. I shall connect very few pleasing associations with this winter, and I don't think I shall come home much wiser than I went. The only fidOria-i'; on which I can put my hand, as having resulted from my travels is, that the whole Christian system all over Europe " tendtt visibiliter ad non esse'.' ^ The same process which is going on in England and France is taking its course everywhere else ; and the clergy in these Catholic countries seem as completely to have lost their influence, and to submit as tamely to the State, as ever we can do in England. . . . Egesta . . by good luck we have been able to see, though we were obliged to abandon the rest of our Sicilian expedition. It is the most strangely romantic place I ever saw or conceived.^ It is no use attempting to describe it, except that the ruins of the city stand on the top of a very high hill, precipitous on three sides, and very steep on the other, literally towering up to heaven, with scarcely a mule-track leading to it, and all round the appearance of an interminable solitude. After going some miles through a wild uninhabited country, you approach it by winding up a zigzag path cut in the face of what looks a perpendicular and inaccessible rock, and, till you have got some way up, it wears so little the appearance of a track, that without guides no one would venture on. At the top the old walls of the town can be distinctly traced, where one would think that mortal foot had never or rarely been, and numbers of tooled stones [are] scattered in all directions, evidently the remains of 1 A quaint phrase from the Oriel Statutes. They read : ' Quoniam omnia exis- tentia tendunt ad noti esse.' " ' I am drawn to [Sicily] as by a loadstone. The chief sight has been Egesta : its ruins with its Temple. O wonderful sight 1 full of the most strange pleasure. . . . It has been a day in my life to have seen Egesta. . . . really, my mind goes back to the recollection of last Monday and Tuesday, as one smells again and again at a sweet flower.' Newman to his sister Harriett, Letters and Correspondence, i., 302. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 95 well-finished buildings. Here and there is a broken arch which makes one fancy the remains to be Roman, and in the most conspicuous place a fine theatre, nearly perfect. When you come to the ascent on the opposite side, you all at once see the Temple, in what seems a plain at the bottom, with its pediments and all its columns perfect, and only differing from what it was at first in the deep rich colouring of the weather- stains. When we saw it there was a large encampment of shepherds in the front of it, with their wolf-dogs and wild Salvator-like dresses ; and, by-the-by, as we found afterwards, with no great objection to lead Salvator-like lives ; for when by some accident we were separated from one another, they got round [Newman] shouting " Date moneta ! " and, he thinks, would certainly have taken it by force, except for a man with a gun who is placed there by Government, as custode of the Temple, and who came up when the others were getting most troublesome. On getting close to the Temple, we found that it stands on the brink of a precipitous ravine 200 or 300 feet deep, which gives a grandeur to the whole scene even beyond what it gets from the mountains and the solitude. Compared with Egesta, Paestum is a poor concern, and so is Naples when compared with Palermo. ' But Rome is the place, after all, where there is most to astonish one, and [it is] of all ages, even the present. I don't know that I take much interest in the relics of the Empire, magnificent as they are, although there is something sentimental in seeing (as one literally may), the cows and oxen Romanoque foro et lautis mugire Carinis. But the thing which most takes possession of one's mind is the entire absorption of the old Roman splendour in an unthought-of system : to see their columns, and marbles, and bronzes, which had been brought together at such an immense cost, all diverted from their first objects, and taken up by Christianity : St. Peter and St, Paul standing at the top of Trajan's and Antonine's columns, and St. Peter buried in the Circus of Nero, with all the splendour of Rome concentrated ' in his mausoleum. The immense quantity of rare marbles, which are the chief ornament of the Churches here, could scarcely have been collected except by the centre of an universal Empire, 96 HURRELL FROUDE ti833 which had not only unlimited wealth at its command, but access to almost every country ; and now one sees all this dedicated to the Martyrs. Before I came here I had no idea of the effect of coloured stone in architecture ; but the use Michael Angelo has made of it in St. Peter's shows one at once how entirely that style is designed with reference to it, and how absurd it was in Sir C. Wren to copy the form when he could copy nothing more. The coloured part so completely disconnects itself from the rest, and forms such an elegant and decided relief to it, that the two seem like independent designs that do not interfere. The plain stone-work has all the simplicity of a Grecian temple, and the marbles set it off just as a fine scene or a glowing sky would. I observe that the awkwardness of mixing up arched and unarched architecture is thus entirely avoided, as all the arched work is coloured, and the lines of the uncoloured part are all either horizontal or perpendicular. So Michael Angelo adds his testimony to my theory about Gothic architecture. ' As to Raphael's pictures, I have not had time to study them with attention. The most celebrated of them, especially your friend Heliodorus, are so damaged or dirty that one can- not see them distinctly except close ; they say we should use an opera-glass. All that the painters say of Raphael tends to exalt him as a poet and a man of genius, but rather at the expense of his technical skill ; he and Michael Angelo seem, by what they say, to be counterparts. But I wish I could hope to form an opinion of my own about it. ' There is an English artist here, a Mr. S[evern],^ to whom [Newman] had an introduction, and who certainly is a very clever man, who gave us a most curious and interesting account of a German school of painters that is now growing up in Rome. He says that several of them are here, living on pensions from German Princes, particularly the King of Bavaria, and are studying Raphael in a very singular way : curious fellows, with a great deal of original enthusiasm (utterly unlike the ^avavaoi of England), who have got it into their heads that the way to study Raphael is not to copy him, but to study the works he studied, and to put their mind into the attitude in 'Joseph Severn, Keats' friend, 1793-1879. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 97 which he formed his conceptions. So they poke away at the old hard pictures of early Masters, with stiff drapery and gilt backgrounds, and are so intent on dissociating Christian and classical art, that they think grace and beauty bought too dear, if they tend to disturb the mind by pagan associations. One of these fellows,^ he said, had become intimate with him in a curious way. Mr. S[evern] has made colouring his principal study ; he seems to be a bit of an enthusiast himself, and has been aiming at combining the colouring of the Venetian school with the designs of the Roman. Well, this German, who is a shy, reserved man, having been one day in Mr. S[evern's] studio, returned the next day with ten or twelve of his German friends, and again, the day after, with as many more ; and so on, for some time. At last Mr. S[evern], who took it as a great compliment, asked him what it was that had attracted his notice. He said he had always gone on a notion that colour had nothing to do with the poetry of painting, but was merely sensual, and that a Madonna he had seen of Mr. S[evern's] made him alter his mind ; so he had been bringing friends to see if they felt the same about it. Since this time they have been very intimate ; but the man is so reserved, in general, that except for this accident he might have kept his notions to him- self. Mr. S[evern] says his designs are quite in the spirit of Raphael, and that his whole mind is so taken up with Catholic ^doi, that he has given up his Protestantism, and is a rigid conformer to all the ordinances of the Church. I have prosed about this because I was struck with it. I hope it is no mare's nest. ... I don't know whether I mentioned to you that [Newman] and [Williams] are going to indite verses for TAe British Magazine, under the title Lyra Apostolicat [Rose]^ would not take a sonnet that I made, because it was too fierce ; but says it may come by-and-by, I will write it out for your edification and criticism, ' Friedrich Overbeck, 1789-1869. He became a Catholic in 1814. ° Rev. Hugh James Rose, founder and editor : 1795-1838, M.A. of Cambridge University, Rector of Hadleigh, Suffolk ; Principal of King's College, London. 98 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 'HEPI TH2 MI2HTOY STASEOS.^ ' " The Powers that be are ordained of God." ' Yes, mark the words : deem not that Saints alone Are Heaven's true servants, and His laws fiilfil Who rules o'er just and wicked. He from ill Culls good ; He moulds the Egyptian's heart of stone To do Him honour, aiid e'en Nero's throne Claims as His ordinance ; before Him still Pride bows unconscious, and the rebel will Most does His bidding, following most its own. Then grieve not at their high and palmy state. Those proud bad men, whose unrelenting sway Hath shattered holiest things, and led astray Christ's little ones : they are but tools of fate, Duped rebels, doomed to serve a Power they hate, To earn a, traitor's guerdon, yet obey. ' I mean to do one on Lord Grey's interpretation of the Coronation Oath.^ Will you do some? A mixture, some fierce and some meek : the plan is to have none above twenty lines. . . . My cough is just the same as when I left England. The climate is worse than an English autumn, and sight-seeing does no good. I was almost well at Malta, and if I had stayed there should have been quite so now. I expect to see the original Epistolae S. Thomse in the Vatican Library.' Overbeck seems to have attracted Froude purely, or chiefly, on moral grounds, but he found at Rome an abiding object of enthusiasm in the lovely genius of Francesco Francia. One ' ' On The Hateful Party : probably the Liberal Party of 1833.' Lyra Apostolica, Beeching's edition, p. 140. But possibly the reference is to the English Reformers, and the poet's idea that they should be considered serviceable, in a way, to the very spirit of Catholicism which they did their best to destroy. However, the context of Froude's letter to Keble, going on to mention, as it does, a current political interest as inspiration (not forthcoming) for the next copy of verses, tends to bear out Mr. Beeching's theory. Lyra Apostolica began as a separate poetic section of The British Magazine in June, 1833. The poem above is an unconscious expansion of S. Augustine's Ne puttiis gratis esse malos in hoc mundo, et nihil boni de illis agere Deum. ^ Exactly what this interpretation was is not apparent from Lord Grey's bio- graphers, nor from his Letters. On this ground, he was suspect, after his significant remark in the House of Lords, on May 7, 1832 : ' I do not like, in this free country, to use the word Monarchy.' 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 99 of his letters to his second brother, from Leghorn, illustrates both his own passion for thoroughness, and the range and zest of his lifelong interest in arts and crafts. He was ' an ingeniose person,' and constantly invites the application of that favourite and comprehensive seventeenth-century word. To William Froude, April 12, 1833. ' . . . If you choose, you may easily find out in London what is the particular process by which the red colour of glass is pro- duced from gold, and also in what way they would go to work to give glass a vitrified coat of gold, retaining its own colour; and whether any accident in attempting the latter might effect the former. For it has always struck me as a puzzle how so recondite an idea as that of producing a ruby tint from a yellow metal should come into the heads of the early glass- painters ; and it has occurred to me that some such accident as I have guessed at above might be the key to the puzzle, for the practice of giving glass a vitrified coat of gold for the pur- pose of mosaic work was very common, long before the use of coloured glass in windows had been thought of, and specimens of it are to be seen in Rome of almost every age between [A.D.J 400 and [A.D.] 1000. Please not to forget this ques- tion, or be contented with vague answers. It will be likely to take some time and trouble to get at the truth, but it is curious, and there is no hurry, and you will at any rate have more opportunities than I shall. The best red colour that has been produced in modern times has been managed by a French chemist, and there is a wholesale house of his goods somewhere in Holborn. The Pope's mosaic manufactory in Rome is curious : there are eighteen thousand shades of colour in it, which can be looked out as in a directory. Some of the imitations of pictures which they have made are so perfect that you must look close before you can see joinings and transitions of colour; and they have the advantage over every kind of painting, being mellow from the first and brilliant to the last. In St. Peter's there are many very fine ones, copies of all the most famous pictures, and they are said to have cost 4500/. a piece. St. Peter's itself is the great attraction of Rome, worth all the classics put together. I think the dome is built with 100 HURRELL FROUDE [isss all the layers of stone horizontal, so that the principle of the arch applies not to the vertical section, but only to the hori- zontal. I am not sure of this, but I think so.' It does not appear, though Newman and Froude saw the Pope's mosaic manufactory, that they saw the Pope himself, Gregory XVI. They seem to have gained their chief vistas of Roman society through their acquaintance with the Prussian Chargd d'Affaires, Baron Bunsen,^ and his English wife, at whose house of all hospitality Sir Walter Scott, then near his end, had been the beloved guest less than a year before. Hurrell must have had his own impressions of the excellent Bunsen, with his pleasant Teutonic habit of holding up his finger and hushing the company, before he began to speak. There is no mention of our modest and all-observing pilgrims in the published correspondence^ either of Bunsen or of Joseph Severn, for 1 832-1 833. On April 13, 1833, Hurrell sends to the Rev. John Frederick Christie one of the most discussed letters in the first volume of the Remains, ' It would not become me to apologise for not having written before, since I much doubt my capacity ^ to produce anything worth the postage. Nevertheless, I have for some time been intending to write to you, and can't account for having let so much time slip through my fingers. My father and I are now on our way home, having left [Newman] to re- trace his steps to Sicily. ... I hope to be at Genoa to-morrow morning. . . . Between [Lyons] and Paris, I hope to visit and make drawings of some of the Abbeys, etc., which are connected with the history of St. Thomas of Cant. " Sixth and lastly," if the Fates allow, we shall cross from Havre to Southampton by the first steamer in May . . . soon after which you may expect to see me in Chapel. I congratulate you on having got over your first audit so prosperously ; ^ ... it is better occupation than ' Christian Carl Josias, Baron Bunsen, 1791-1860, Minister Plenipotentiary, and German Ambassador to England from 1841-1854. " Misread, and misprinted ' ability ' in the Remains. ' The first audit at Oriel, Mr. Christie being then, as Froude's successor, Junior Treasurer of the College. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 101 travelling, take my word for it. It is really melancholy to think how little one has got for one's time and money. The only thing I can put my hand on as an acquisition is having formed an acquaintance with a man of some influence at Rome, Monsignor [Wiseman] i the head of the [English] College, who has enlightened [Newman] and me on the subject of our relations to the Church of Rome. We got introduced td~ him to find out whether they would take us ^ in on any terms to which we could twist our consciences, and we found to our dismay that not one step could be gained without swallowing the Council of Trent as a whole ! We made our approaches to the subject as delicately as we could. Our first notion was that the terms of communion were, within certain limits, under the control of the Pope ... or, that in case he could not dispense solely, yet at any rate the acts of one Council might be rescinded by another ; indeed, that in Charles the First's time it had been intended to negociate a reconciliation on the terms on which things stood before the Council of Trent. But we found, to our horror, that the doctrine of the Infallibility of the Church made the acts of each successive Council obligatory for ever, that what had been once decided could never be meddled with again, in fact, that they were committed finally and irrevocably, and could not advance one step to meet us, even though the Church of England should again become what it was in Laud's time. . . . ' ... So much for the Council of Trent, for which Christen- dom has to thank Luther and the Reformers. [Newman] declares that ever since I heard this I have become a staunch Protestant, which is a most base calumny on his part, though I own it has altogether changed my notions of the Roman Catholics, and made me wish for a total overthrow of their system. I think that the only totto? now is "the ancient Church of England," and, as an explanation of what one means, " Charles the First " and " the Nonjurors." When I come home I mean to ' Afterwards Cardinal Archbishop of Westminster. ' [All this must not be taken literally, being a jesting way of stating to a friend what really was the fact, viz., that he and another availed themselves of the oppor- tunity of meetii^ a learned Romanist to ascertain the ultimate points at issue between the Churches.] Note, Remains, 1838, i., 306. 102 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 read and write all sorts of things ; for now that one is a Radical, there is no use in being nice ! ^ I wish you had sent a longer postscript to [Newman] about the position of things ; all I have heard, directly or indirectly, has made me long to be home again. You don't say whether you have done anything for the L[j/m] A[posto/tca]? ^ . . . Tell [Isaac Williams] that I think he has used me basely to send me a mere scribble of a few lines, prosing about some theory of poetry, when there were such a lot of atrocities going on on all sides, of which one can get no tolerable account through the papers. ' Genoa, April i S . — Here we are, as at Leghorn, detained a day beyond our time, though there is a perfect calm, because these absurd fellows are afraid of a swell which was got up by last night's wind. The more I have to do with these wretched Neapolitans, the more my first impressions about them are confirmed. I wonder how anyone can tolerate either them or their town, which is as nasty and uninteresting a place as I ever set foot in. As to this Genoa, I should not grumble at being detained here, if I were in plight for sight-seeing, for it is truly magnificent, both in itself and in its situation ; but, unfortunately, I was taken with a very severe feverish cold the morning we landed, i.e., the day before yesterday ; and that day and yesterday was confined to my bed, where I should probably be now but that I had to get up early, in hopes the vessel would keep its appointment. . . . Never advise a friend of yours to come abroad for his health ! It would be very well if one could have Fortunatus' cap, and wish one's self at Rome ; but travelling does more harm than change of climate does good. ' While we were at Rome [Newman] and I tried hard to get up the march-of-mind phraseology about pictures and statues, and we hoped we were making some little progress under the ' Newman writes to a friend then out of England, R. F. Wilson, Esq., on Sept. 8 following :' ... If we look into history, whether in the age of the Apostles, St. Ambrose's, or St. Becket's \sic\, still the people were the fulcrum of the Church's power. So they may be again. Therefore, expect on your return ... to see us all cautious, long-headed, unfeeling, unflinching Radicals.' Newman, Letters and Correspondence, i., 399. ^ The contributors to the Lyra numbered but six, in the end. Mr. Christie is not among them. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 103 auspices of a clever English artist, to whom we had an intro- duction : but, unfortunately for our peace of mind, just before our departure we became acquainted with [a Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge], who, though he had not been in Italy much longer than ourselves, had attained an eminence so far beyond what we could even in thought aspire to, that we gave the thing up in despair, and retire upon the totto?, that " we don't enter into [those] technicalities." Certainly those C[ambridge] men are wonderful fellows ; I know no one but [Head]^ that could compete with them at all. They know everything, examine everything, and dogmatise about every- thing ; they have paid particular attention to the geological structure of this place, and the botany of that, and the agricul- ture of another, and they are antiquaries, and artists, and scholars, and, above all, puff off one another with the assiduity of our friends the [W.]s. W[he well's] ^ book, and S[edg wick's] * Lectures, and T[hirlwall's] * research, and H[are's]^ taste, pop upon one at every turn. . . . We mean to make as much as we can out of our acquaintance with Monsignor [Wiseman], who (by the by), is really too nice a person to talk nonsense about. He desired me to apply to him, if on any future occasion I had to consult the Vatican Library : and a trans- action of that sort would sound well. . . .' The ' transaction would sound well ' : this, as if the writer's study were only to heighten others' opinion of him ! Newman was surely right in calling attention, years after, to this habit ' Sir Edmund Walker Head, Bart., 1805-1868, an accomplished Oriel man, Fellow of Merton, M.A., D.C.L., F.R.S., and K.C.B., Governor-General of Canada, author of a Handbook of the Spanish and French Schools of Painting, and of various philological and literary essays. Hurrell might have named also a young Mr. Gladstone, late of Christ Church, already eminent in the Oxford academic world and beyond it, who spent a good part of this year, 1832-1833, in Italy. ''William Whewell, 1794-1866: Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. The particular 'book' may be, judging from the context and the date, the Astronomy and General Physics, considered with Reference to Natural Theology. ' Adam Sedgwick, 1785-1873 : Woodwardian Professor of Geology in the Univer- sity of Cambridge. * Connop Thirlwall, 1797-1875 : historian and Bishop of S. David's. ° Julius Charles Hare, 1795-1855, of Trinity College, Cambridge, afterwards In- cumbent of Hurstmonceaux, and Archdeacon of Lewes. Like Thirlwall, he was a familiar friend of Baron Bunsen. For a passing instance of-the ' puffing ' contemned by Froude, see Memorials of a Quiet Life, 1876, iii,, 224. 104 HURRELL FROUDE ti833 of Froude's of depreciating, nay, belying, his own motives. It was not an affectation, but it was a little piece of sheer cruelty. The friends had parted at Rome, the Froudes very loath to leave Newman behind ; and he, on his part, roaming about the Janiculum after they had gone, in a silent passion of grief, reproaching himself for his wilful fancy to return, under a sort of romantic obsession, to Sicily alone. There he was all but destined to meet an untimely death. Hurrell finished his long letter to Mr. Christie as he moved homeward. ^Marseilles, April 22. — This France is certainly a most delicious place : we landed in Hy^res Bay, owing to a storm from the north-west, and found everything so warm and green that I could quite enter into John of Salisbury's^ feelings. The people, too, [are] so extremely civil that I cannot help hoping there may yet be the seven thousand in Israel, and that sometime or other we may be able to talk of la belle France with some kind of pleasure. I feel like a great fool here, from not being able to talk French. In Italy half the population kept me in countenance, but here it is a constant humiliation. And what is worst, I can't hope to make progress ; for having learned the little I know by writing and not [by] speaking, I annex wrong-shaped words to all the sounds. It is like talking Latin ^ to a foreigner.' Again, on May 23, to William Froude, is expressed further commendation of the French people, founded on the keenest instinctive understanding of them : an understanding even more unusual then than now. Newman, until later, was certainly far from sharing it, or wishing to learn to share it. The ordinary attitude of the contemporary Oxford mind was frankly, though playfully expressed, by the young W. R. Churton, some years before. He gallantly addresses France : ' What have I seen in thee that should make me long to see thee again ? Have I seen a gentleman from Calais to Beauvoisin ? ' John of Salisbury, afterwards Bishop of Chartres, the companion and biographer of S. Thomas k Becket, and ' for thirty years the central figure of English learning.' (Stubbs, Lectures, p. 139.) He was born circa a.d. 1118, and died in the year 1180. * Anglicised Latin, that is : Latin taught with the Continental pronunciation, or any approach to it, being unheard-of in the England of that time. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 105 Have I seen one gleam of poetry in the country or its in- habitants ?'i Hurrell Froude was 'un-English' enough to be arrested, but not repelled, while on the Continent, by the spectacle of extra-English human nature. We have heard him longing, at Zante, to 'live among them a bit, and get into their notions.' This beautiful and uncommon openness of mind stamps him an ideal traveller, despite his lack of opportunity ; at no single point of a hurried route, beset with difficulties, could he look far below the surface of things. But it is strikingly inaccurate to say of him, as Mr. Mozley does, that he lacked not only opportunity, but curiosity, ' to see the interior of either the political or the religious systems they came upon.' ^ 'What I have seen since my last letter ends, has been more interesting than anything else except Rome. We stopped about at many places in the central part of France, to see out- of-the-way things connected with Becket's history, and found some of them so very curious and striking in themselves, that they would have amply repaid us by their own merits. But what I was most interested with was, that the French seem to me to have been so grossly belied as a nation. I never saw a people that tempted me to like them so much, on a superficial observation. I declare, if I was called upon to make a defini- tion of their national character, I should say they were a primitive innocent people. The fact seems to be that France is governed by a small despotic oligarchy, the aristocracy of wealth, who by their agitating spirit have contrived to get the franchise so restricted as to secure to themselves a majority in the Chamber, and the command of the military, by which they keep France under such a strong hand. . , . There is now in France a High Church party who are Republicans,* and wish for universal suffrage, on the ground that in proportion as the franchise falls lower the influence of the Church makes itself more felt ; at present its limits about coincide with those of ^ Remains of William Ralph Churton (Private Impression), 1830, p. 162. ^ Reminiscences, etc., i., 294. 'Jioude means the Abbe de Lamennais, Lacordaire, Montalembert, and their friends, to whom he was strongly attracted. Lacordaire, newly withdrawn from L'Avenir, was at this time at N6tre Dame, not yet a Dominican. What a friend he would have been for R. H. F. ! 106 HURRELL FROUDE [I833 the infidel faction. Don't be surprised if one of these days you find us turning Radicals on similar grounds.' The next communication posted to Mr. Keble, on June 26, contained a nameless poem. The title and the motto here given belong to the version in Lyra Apostolica. ' Trembling Hope. " And the Spirit and the Bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely." ' O Lord, I hear : but can it be The gracious word was meant for me? O Lord, I thirst: but who shall tell The secret of that Living Well By whose waters I may rest, And slake this lip unblest? Lord, I will, but cannot do ! My heart is hard, my faith untrue. The Spirit and the Bride say. Come ; The eternal ever-blessed Home Oped its portals at my birth ; But I am chained to earth. The Golden Keys,^ each eve and morn, 1 see them with a heart forlorn : Lest they should iron prove to me. O set my heart at liberty ! May I seize what Thou dost give. Seize tremblingly ; and live.' ' Very flat, I know,' the author says, in his usual undecora- tive manner ; but he adds : ' I vi^rote it the night before you went; I wanted to show it you, that you might do one on " He that testifieth these things saith : Surely I come quickly " ; and then, after the verse, to finish with : " Even so, come, Lord Jesus." I think that so it might make a composition on which some people's thoughts would run.^ You may think all this ' The Absolutions, in the Book of Common Prayer. * [Here, and in many other places, it is the author's way to bring forward as motives of action for himself and others what were but secondary, and rather the reflec- tion of his mind upon its acts, and that as if with a view to avoid the profession of high and great things. Such, too, is the Scripture way : as where we are told to do good to our enemies, as if 'to heap coals of fire on their heads,' and to take the 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 107 bother ; but I cannot help fancying that this sort of arrange- ment is worth some little trouble.' Hurrell's poem stands collocated with Keble's ' Encouragement ' in the Lyra, with its opening ' Fear not ' : and its heartening beauty is almost a direct address to the burdened spirit who called it forth : ' Surely the time is short : Endless the task and art To brighten for the ethereal Court A soiled earth-drudging heart ! But He, the dread Proclaimer of that hour, Is pledged to thee in love, as to thy foes in power. Even the text from S. John, which Hurrell had suggested as colophon, stands under his separate ^ after Keble's poem, in every edition, as if by some solemn little rubrical observance. Both Keble and Newman were most careful, in all these delicate ways, to preserve their friend's least touch upon the early printed work of the Movement. It was his death which led to the revelation of the authorship of all the poems in Lyra Apostolica. They would else have remained strictly anony- mous. ' One of the writers in whom the work originated,' says Newman in his very brief preface, dated at Oxford on All Saints' Day of 1836, 'having been taken from his friends . . . it seemed desirable ... to record what belonged to him, while it was possible to do so ; and this has led to a general dis- crimination of the poems, by signatures at the end of each.' Two days after 'Trembling Hope,' on June 28, Hurrell sends to his old Tutor the most beautiful, and also the most characteristic of his verses. ' Daniel. — S. Matt. xix. 12.' ' Son of sorrow, doomed by fate To a lot most desolate, To joyless youth and childless age ; Last of thy father's lineage ; lowest place, in order to 'have worship in the presence' of spectators.] Note, Remains, 1838, i., 314. 'The motto appears first in The British Magazine, Dec, 1833, followed by: ' Compare Z^amV/ i. , 7-' 108 HURRELL FROUDE [less Blighted being ! wlience hast thou That lofty mien and cloudless brow ? Ask'st thou whence that cloudless brow? Bitter is the cup, I trow : A cup of weary well-spent years, A cup of sorrows, fasts, and tears ; That cup whose virtue can impart Such calmness to the troubled heart. Last of his father's lineage, he Many a night on bended knee. In hunger many a lifelong day. Hath striven to cast his slough away. Yea, and that long prayer is granted: Yea, his soul is disenchanted. O blest above the sons of men ! For thou, with more than Prophet's ken. Deep in the secrets of the tomb Hast read thine own, thine endless doom ; Thou by the hand of the Most High Art sealed for immortality. So may I read thy story right. And in my flesh so tame my spright. That when the Mighty Ones go forth. And from the east and from the north Unwilling ghosts shall gathered be, I, in my lot,' may stand with thee ! ' And immediately after, linked with a quotation from the beloved Eclogues : ' I send you some sawney verses. . . . Can these be doctored into anything available, or are they dotings ? ' 'Old Self and New Self.' NEW SELF. ' Why sittest thou on that sea-girt rock. With downward look and sadly-dreaming eye? Playest thou beneath with Proteus' flock. Or with the far-bound sea-bird wouldst thou fly ? ' Dan. xii., 13. ^ The reading here, slightly altered and bettered from the copy printed in the Remains, is from Lyra Apostolica, 1836. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 109 OLD SELF. I sit upon this sea-girt rock With downward loolc and dreaming eye ; But neither do I sport with Proteus' flock, Nor with the far-bound sea-bird would I fly. I list the splash, so clear and chill. Of yon old fisher's solitary oar ; I watch the waves, that rippling still, Chase one another o'er the marble shore. NEW SELF. Yet from the splash of yonder oar No dreary sound of sadness comes to me ; And the fresh waves that beat the shore. How merrily they splash, how merrily ! I mourn for the delicious days When those calm sounds fell on my childish ear, A stranger yet to the wild ways Of triumph and remorse, of hope and fear. NEW SELF. Mourn'st thou, poor soul? and wouldst thou yet Call back the things which shall not, can not be? Heaven must be won, not dreamed ; thy task is set : Peace was not made for earth, nor rest for thee.' Four other sacred poems which Hurrell wrote in 1833 may as well be given here. He and Newman burst into song together, though he with far more remote and infrequent music. Probably no lyrist ever had such a poor opinion of himself. But in the qualities of clearness, simplicity, orderly thought and noble severity, there is something very remarkable in Hurrell's few brief scattered verses. They have a strong singleness and sad transparency, the tone of them a little chilly, yet almost Virgilian, and arrestingly beautiful ; they, like himself, are impersonal, and full of character ; abstinent, concentrated, true. The unexpected grace is their cunning harmony, and the trick of that is neither derived nor deliberately invented. His every line instinctively sings and flies. He has nothing to match a certain refrain of Newman's, in what he calls his ' ecclesiastical carol,' — 'For scantness is still Heaven's might.' no HURRELL FROUDE [i833 It is a good instance of an always interesting literary anomaly that such a line, in its raucous sibilation, should have been produced by an accomplished musician, whereas unfailing melody belongs to Froude, who, loving naturally what he once called 'the bright and silent pleasures of poetry,' had small sense of music as an independent art. Yet Newman certainly was capable of a sustained grandeur, as in his verses on Greek models, which Froude did not attempt, and could not attain. ' Tyre. 'High on the stately wall The spear of Arvad hung ; Through corridor and hall Gemaddin's^ war-note rung. Where are they now ? The note is o'er : Yes ! for a thousand years, and more, Five fathom deep beneath the sea, Those halls have lain all silently, Nought listing save the mermaid's song, While rude sea-monsters roam the corridors along. Far from the wondering" East Tubal and Javan came ; And Araby the blest. And Kedar, mighty name. Now on that shore, a lonely guest, Some dripping fisherman may rest. Watching on rock or naked stone His dark net spread before the sun, Unconscious of the dooming lay That broods o'er that dull spot, and there shall brood for aye.' ' Sight against Faith. ' " And Lot went out, and spake unto his sons-in-law that married his daughters, and said : ' Up, get you out of this place ; for the Lord will destroy this city.' But he seemed as one that mocked, unto his sons-in-law." ' Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill Glorious as he was wont? The starry sky Spread o'er the earth in tranquil majesty, — Discern'st thou, in its clear deep, aught of ill ? ' Ezek. xxvii., ii. ' The text in 1833 has ' wandering.' The Rev. H. C. Beeching adopts it, with this Note : ' Perhaps the line should run : " Far-wandering from the East." ' 1833] HURRELL FROUDE ill Or in this lower world, so fair and still, Its palaces and temples towering high. Or where old Jordan, gliding calmly by, Pours o'er the misty plain his mantle chill? Dote not of fear, old man, where all is joy ! And Heaven and earth thy augury disown ; And Time's eternal course rolls smoothly on. Fraught with fresh blessings, as day follows day. The All-Bounteous hath not given to take away ; The All-Wise hath not created to destroy ! ' 'Farewell to Feudalism.i ( (( The grass withereth, the flower fadeth : but the word of our God shall stand for ever." "Tis sad to watch Time's desolating hand Doom noblest things to premature decay : The feudal court, the patriarchal sway Of Kings, the cheerful homage of a land Unskilled in treason, every social band That taught to rule with sweetness, and obey With dignity, — swept, one by one, away ! While proud empirics rule, in fell command. Yet, Christian ! faint not at the sickening sight. Nor vainly strive with that Supreme Decree. Thou hast a treasure and an armoury Locked to the spoiler yet ; thy shafts are bright. Faint not : Heaven's Keys are more than sceptred might. Their Guardians more than King or Sire, to thee.' 'Weakness of Nature. ' " Be strong, and He shall comfort thine heart.'' ' Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed. And sackcloth has my girdle been ; To ^urge my soul I have essayed With hunger blank and vigil keen. O God of mercy ! why am I Still haunted by the self I fly? ' In The British Magazine for May 1835 (vii., 518) this poem first appears, and there bears no motto, and has 'The Exchange' for title. The title in the Remains is ' Farewell to Toryism.' 112 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 Sackcloth is a girdle good : O bind it round thee still ! Fasting, it is Angels' food, And JESUS loved the night-air chill. Yet think not prayer and fast were given To make one step 'twixt earth and Heaven.' The following fragmentary lines are appended to the poem as given in the Remains, though they do not, of course, appear in Lyra Apostolica: 'As well might sun and rain contending Their sweet influence array On new-fallen seed descending. To raise a forest in a day. Think'st thou prayer and fast alone Can animate a heart of stone? It must be rooted in charity. Thinkest thou art fit for fasting at all yet? The food of Saints is not for thee ! ' From poetical ' dotings,' Hurrell, having reached England, throws himself gladly into the interests of the young scientist his brother, who was already at work on the unique experiments concerning the resistance and propulsion of ships, which now stand connected, all over the world, with his successful name. He was going forward to be, as Hurrell anxiously wished, no ' mere engineer,' no ' Liberal,' i.e., agnostic or materialist, ' at heart.' To William Froude, July ii, 1833. ' . . . I cannot understand how the dock-gates can make any further resistance to the water after the curvature has been squatted out of them, nor how, if the curvature is right, the pressure should have any tendency to alter it. Tell me if you succeed in getting a verdict against them ; also, how your resistance experiments succeed. I will never believe that a sail will do as much work if you split it in two ; but, if Roc area, you might have each cloth independent, and all would do as ' S. Paul, Eph. ii., 8. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 113 well. I never gave you an answer about the Book of Job, for I cannot get a distinct idea of its argument. It is said to be a discussion on the moral government of God ; but my view of it is not more distinct than what ladies get of Butler's Analogy! Honest Hurrell and his baffled Willy were looking for the sort of intellectual company which misery is said to love, and found it in ' ladies.' These, as yet, were certainly busier with worsted samplers than with the problems of the educated. On July 14, the day of the storming of the feudal Bastille, came the formal start of another revolution which had a quieter, but no less ominous foot. Mr. Keble mounted the pulpit stair of S. Mary-the-Virgin's at Oxford, and preached his memorable Assize Sermon, which went to press under its title of National Apostasy. It served as a bugle to let men know that the work of recapturing Faith for England had begun, and that ' things have come to the pretty pass ' (in Lord Melbourne's celebrated expression), ' that religion is to invade the sphere of private life ! ' There had been long preliminary agitation, and much personal consciousness, especially on Newman's part and on Froude's, of ' a work to do in England.' Secular authority was on the eve of abolishing in Ireland ten Bishoprics, which, in that country at least, it is not pre- tended that it had not created. But there could be no guarantee whatever that secular authority, so gorged, would be sated ; and operations in England being only too likely, it was time for the objectors to rise. Besides, the general change effected during 1832—3, in the relations of Church and State, was the most disheartening or enraging thing in the world to the sentinels at Oxford, according to individual mood. Up to then, ' spiritual cases were referred by the Sovereign to the Court of Delegates, which contained a majority of spiritual persons. But in those years, the final appeal was transferred, by Act of Parliament, from the Court of Delegates to, first, the Privy Council, and then a Committee formed from it.'^ In that bond- age, a worthy legacy from the ' unidea'd ' reign of William IV., 1 The Anglican Revival, by J. H, Overton, D.D. London: Blackie, 1897, p, 206. 8 114 HUKRELL FROUDE [i833 the Church of England stood, and stands. Things had been bad enough before. Already Hurrell had cried out in private : ' The Church can never right itself without a blow-up.' This was more sanguine than Dr. Arnold's simultaneous jeremiad, and quite as loyal. ' The Church as it now stands,' he said, ' no human power can save.' But now Froude's song is : 'If the State would but kick us off! ' caught from Lamennais and the great democrat-Ultramontane agitation in France. The wish is translated into the weighty and telling pages of the long essay which stands first in his Remains, and which he wrote in 1833. More suo, he uses in it all the original documents which he can lay his hands on, and furthers his argument by italicisation and capitalisation of leading words and phrases. Ambrose Phillipps de Lisle once remarked that the step of throwing off the supremacy of the State had been dreamed of, in England, only by the Nonjurors, and 'the first authors of the Tracts for the Times! Has it not been dreamed of ever since? The deification of a Privy Council was the occasion, not the cause, of the High Anglican onset, itself but one movement of several against the intrenchments of British materialism, but distinct from them all, inasmuch as Scott and Coleridge, riding just before, with the armed protest of Carlyle, of Ruskin, and of Emerson to follow, bore no known emblems of a Christian Crusade. The hour of latent dissatisfaction had crept up to flood-water mark. As we are well aware, no great movement springs full-armed from the brain of any local Jupiter; and this one was a birth, and only a birth, of 1833. For years previously, semi-active agitation, fed by the feeling all over the country, was quite patent and open. There was much popular stir and screaming, all making, no doubt, for righteousness and right ideas. The thinkers, the Universities, were far clearer as to what they did not mean, or wish, than as to what they did. ' Newman and I are both so consequen- tial,' Froude writes in a leave-taking letter of 1832, 'that we fear all sorts of things going wrong while we are away.' It is perfectly true that these men did not create, but evoke, the religious spirit of their time. The Chinese narcissus bourgeons at a miraculous rate from a bulb a year old. The Platonic theory of individual knowledge should be extended to meet 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 115 the case of nations : they, too, remember, and have rhythms which antedate the conscious life, and recur throughout it. We are always forgetting the commonplace that a spirit rather than intelligent persons with a polity, a law rather than its visible agencies, is the true operative force. Well-meaning students of the Movement have looked upon one name or another as the generating cause, whereas the real leader is ever nameless, like Odysseus in the cave of his baffled giant. There was ' an unseen agitator,' as Newman knew. His earliest friend of undergraduate days, whom he called, afterwards, Princeps Apostolicorum, was, for one, independently aware of it, as soon as events began. ' . . . What a wonderful drama is going on,' Mr. Bowden ^ writes, ' if we could but trace it as a whole, and know the multiplied bearings of each varied scene upon our nation and our Church ! However, we can see our own parts, and that must for the present suffice us.' Newman confessed the same wide vision, writing later in that year to Froude : ' I do verily believe a spirit is abroad at present, and we are but blind tools, not knowing whither we are going. I mean, a flame seems arising in so many places as to show no mortal incendiary is at work, though this man or that may have more influence in shaping the course, or modifying the nature of the flame.' 'This man or that' was not lacking, and there was work for him : work for ' the bright, vivacious, and singularly lovable figures with whom the eyes of Oriel men were then familiarised.' 2 Mr. Charles Kingsley thought them, as it ' would appear, not ' virile ' : a necessary opinion for any ' virile ' Kingsley to hold. So much depends upon definition ! It was a passing conversational remark made by Hurrell Froude concerning the great Churchmen of the Middle Ages, that their portraits had 'a curious expression as of neither man nor woman, a. kind of feminine sternness.' A very similar remark was made at almost the same moment by the prince of English metaphysical critics. Of the coincidence Froude was 1 James William Bowden, 1798-1844, the most zealous lay participant in the early Movement. ' Reminiscences, Mozley, i., 580. 116 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 not aware ; but his Editors, in a footnote, fail not to refer to it. ' [Wordsworth's] face is almost the only exception I know,' said Coleridge, ' to the observation that something feminine, (not effeminate, mind !) is discoverable in the countenances of all men of genius.' ^ This angelic or epicene aspect is, indica- tively, the most terrible force in the world. It is certain that the Tractarians lacked the girth, the gait, the entire and triumphant visibility of John Bull going out with his gun. They lived with abstract ideas, and came to look like them. ' Mr. Froude, if anyone,' wrote Newman anonymously in The British Critic of April, 1839, 'gained his views from his own mind.' But indeed, as is implied, none of us ever gain our views from our own minds : views coming with an unde- rived spontaneous air are born of a man's superior attentive- ness to the working Mind of things. Hurrell, pacing Trinity Gardens, his hand on Williams' shoulder, with the off-hand edict : ' Isaac, we must make a Row in the world ! ' recalls to us another agitator of whimsical disinterestedness, Camille Desmoulins. Or he is speaking a too free translation of the message of high and urgent poetry which La Pucelle once poured into the ears of Durand Laxart at Domremy. (It is always of French genius that his genius reminds us.) In all the polemics of the day his voice is the .^olian one, fitful and laconic, unexpected and alarming, yet oddly sweet. He is very busy chastising and correcting himself; but that other strife going on is far more interesting: he is a soldier of fortune, he must fight, he must interfere. When the outriders of the whole sea of returning Catholicism charge at first singly and silently, then with uproar, along the levels of the sleeping Protestant kingdom, the Hurrell Froude who loved duty and hard work, and abhorred display and conspicuosity, rises, ' specimens of the Table-Talk of the late Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Murray, 1835, ii., 26. The curious inference may be made, in regard to Froude's Editors, that they did not light upon Coleridge's passage at first-hand, but that somebody brought it to their attention : they, on their part, had accomplished, by chance, the extraordinary feat of ignoring Coleridge. ' In extreme old age Newman wrote to a friend : "I never read a word of Kant. I never read a. word of Coleridge. . . . I could say the same of Hurrell Froude, and also of Pusey and Keble." ' Newman, by William Barry. Literary Lives Series. Hodder & Stoughton, 1904, p. 30. The inclusion of the name of Dr. Pusey, Germanic by temperament and by his line of study, is remarkable. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 117 despite himself, a little dominant, a little spectacular. He is inevitably marked, to ear and eye, as the legendary ninth wave, the foamiest green breaker of the line, ever re-forming and breaking, so long as he is visible, brighter, taller, and farther in-shore than the rest. With the year 1833 he comes into public play, and vanishes almost as soon. To J. F. Christie, Esq., July 23, 1833. ' ... By the bye, I write [" Newman "] as if you knew he was returned. He came back last Tuesday week.^ . . . He has been delayed by what one can now look back on without uneasiness, as he has not suffered eventually ; but the fact is, he has had a very narrow escape of his life, owing to a severe epidemic fever which he caught in Sicily, and in a place where he could get access to no kind of medical aid. At the place where he was seized he was laid up for three days, unable to move, and at the end of that time strangely took it into his head that he was well. In consequence, he set out on his journey, and after having gone about seven miles, was carried almost lifeless into a cabin, just at a moment when, by a strange accident, a medical man was passing. This person relieved him sufficiently to enable his attendants to remove him to a town some way farther on, in which a doctor resided : Enna, or Castro Giovanni. Here he was eleven days before the crisis of his fever arrived, and it was long thought he had no chance of recovering. . . . He was afterwards delayed at Palermo by the stupid vessel, which did not sail for three weeks after it had promised, and thus lost all the advantages of a good wind. However, he is back safe at last, and really looks well, though his hair is all coming off", and his strength is not yet thoroughly restored. Do something for the [Magazine] and the Lyra. Wherefore stand ye all the day idle? I am going to [Hadleigh] in an hour or two to concert measures.' Hadleigh Rectory, in Suffolk, was the scene of the little four-days' congress called together on July 25, by the independent Cambridge forerunner of the Movement, the Rev. ' This was July 9, 1833. The Froudes had never had word by post since he had parted from them, and they knew something had gone wrong. 118 HURRELL FROUDE [isss Hugh James Rose ; ' the most eminent person of his generation as a divine,' Dean Church calls him. It is interesting to recall that the young Richard Chevenix Trench was Curate of Hadleigh at this time. Neither Keble nor Newman was able to attend. It was the first rally of those willing to fight ' for the doctrine of Apostolical Succession, and for the integrity of the Prayer-Book ' ; and means were about to be taken to found a powerful Association of Friends of the Church. Froude, impatient of talk and of preliminaries, distrustful of the need of organisations, cherishing a preference such as Newman was to express long after, writing to Pusey, for ' generating an ^Ooi rather than a system,' went down from Oxford somewhat grumblingly. The subjects brought forward at Hadleigh were chiefly disciplinary. The complicated relationship of Church and State, the call for Lay Synods, and the ever- burning topic of the manner of the Appointment of Bishops in the Church of England, seem to have engrossed the four men present, Froude then as always, in his extreme abstract way, pushing on to conclusions the others were not ripe for. He found Rose, disinterested as he knew him to be, ' con- servative ' ; he lamented that Rose and Palmer of Worcester clung to what he calls the ' gentleman heresy,' to ' the old prejudices about the expediency of having the clergy gentle- men, i.e., fit to mix in good society ; and about " prizes " to tempt men into the Church, and the whole train of stuff. . . . What I have learned,' he adds, generalising, ' is not to be sanguine, not to expect to bring other people into my views in a shorter time than I have been in coming to them myself And again to Newman, with candour : ' You seem to think I am iloored, and in fact, I partly am so ; at least the predominant impression left on my mind is that I am a poor hand at entering into other people's thoughts.' There follows a descrip- tion of a fellow-guest, which must have made both Newman and Keble smile, as being possibly applicable to another and more fiery spirit who, as Mr. Rose their host said afterwards, with his delicate Gallic justness of criticism, was ' not afraid of inferences.' It can hardly be proved that Hurrell appreciated Mr. Rose, who was a sort of precursor in Pusey's spiritual dynasty, as Hurrell himself was in Newman's. But he over- 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 119 rated Mr. Perceval. Newman was given to understand, at the close of the session, on the thirtieth day of July, some of Mr Perceval's excellences and moral dangers. ' Perceval,' 1 Hurrell writes, ' is a very delightful fellow in 97^09, a regular thorough-going Apostolical ; but I think Keble should warn him about putting himself in the way of excitement. Some of the things he says and does make me feel rather odd. I am sure he should be set to work on something dull that would keep his thoughts from present interests. I never saw a fellow who seemed more entirely absorbed, heart and soul, in the cause of the Church, and without the remotest approach to self-sufficiency.' ' Both Rose and Palmer,' wrote Newman on the other hand, after he had heard from those allies, ' think Froude and Perceval very deficient in learning, and therefore rash.' Considerable time had been spent in revising the Church- man's Manual, by Mr. Perceval. Books, committees, by- laws, and such tangible machinery, seemed important to Mr. Rose, who was intelligently planning a great local campaign, to improve the position of his disadvantaged party. Froude, ahead of Newman or Keble, seems from the first to have outrun anything of this sort. To these three, the very existence of religion, whether expressed in the public worship and formularies, or in the conduct and belief of Englishmen, was at stake. He alone lacked a just conception of minor needs, what was the nature of these, or how far they should be satisfied : he felt only the need of supernaturalism in a society again grown godless since Wesley's time. He did not, therefore, march forward in order, but by a long leap threw himself half-blindly upon ' incomprehensibles, and thoughts of things which thoughts do but tenderly touch.' Certainly, cohesion, as not being the note of the Church of England, was not the note of the conference at Hadleigh. Froude especially, with his terrible consistency, his capacity for getting all there was to get out of the mere innuendoes and half- lights of circumstance, his passion (to employ a serviceable > Arthur Philip Perceval, 1799-1853, of Oriel, brother of Lord Arden, and Vicar of East Horsley ; afterwards Royal chaplain, and expounder of High Church prin- ciples, on one celebrated occasion, before Queen Victoria. 120 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 expression of Locke's) ' to bottom everything,' must have obstructed unconsciously the deliberations of a great Hturgio- logist and a true ecclesiastical statesman, both born to move with caution, and to end in the deltas of compromise or sheer weariness. Froude felt then, as afterwards, what he calls his ' stigma of ultraism ' ; what really worried him more than that, was the slow foot of reform, toiling behind his own. He wished nothing less, as we have seen, than a ' blow-up,' and recon- struction. His poetic foresight made him implacable; con- sequences, not processes, were in his foreground. He had the individual vision. Galahad-like, he saw, while wise men were spurring up and down upon the quest. Mr. Palmer's adjec- tives were well chosen : Hurrell was not ' learned,' ^ and he was ' rash.' But it is also true that learning will call any- thing rashness which travels towards a given goal by a shorter route than its own. An extremely fine definition of Froude's might be wrested from its context, and applied to his dis- comfiture at Hadleigh, and his position in general. ' The understanding,' he says, ' pursues something which it does not know by means which it does ; while genius endeavours to effect what it has a previous idea of, by means of which it has to ascertain the use.' ^ The ' bold rider across country ' would perhaps look unnatural as a mounted collaborator in a procession. It is to be feared that the Rev. Richard Hurrell Froude was a difficult factor, a Montagnard, in the debates of nascent Anglo-Catholicism. In the strife of ideas, during the summer, there were not lacking pastoral interludes. To the Rev. JOHN Keble, August, 1833. ' . . . You can't think what delicious weather we have had here [at Dartington]. It is like May back again. ... I saw the other night what I can hardly convince myself not to have ' Nobody but Dean Hook calls him ' learned, ' and the concession may have been thrown in to balance the depreciatory context. ' With a kind heart and glowing sensibilities, Mr. Froude united a mind of wonderful power, saturated with learning, and from its very luxuriance productive of weeds, together with many flowers.' A Call to Union on the Principles of the English Reformation, 2nd ed., 1838, p. 167. ^ Remains of R. H. F., part i., ii., 307, On the Causes of the Superior Excel- lence of the Poetry of Rude Ages. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 121 been a supernatural fire. I and one of the [Champernownes ?] and two other boys, and a labourer, were coming up the river in a boat when it was dark, and we all saw as distinctly as possible under a tree, close by the water, what we took for a wood fire : hot embers, which did not blaze, but gave off sparks ; the boys thought a wasp's nest must have been burned out there, and landed to stir up the embers and examine ; in landing we lost sight of the fire for a minute behind the bush, and in going to the place found nothing ; no smell of burning, no ashes, no marks of fire on the leaves or grass : in fact, there certainly could not have been any fire there ! The labourer was really frightened, and I cannot account for my not having been so ; but somehow the thing has made an impression on my imagination. I never dream of it, nor think of it in the dark, or anything : yet I am absolutely certain of the facts, and wholly unable to account for them. Some- times I look on it as a half-miracle, of which the counterpart is in store for us. The return of rough times may revive energies that have been dormant " in the land of peace wherein we trusted." Is this nonsense ? . . . I am very well, all but my cough, which is exactly what it was, and is likely to continue. . . .' This touch of mysticism, gracing a phosphoric phenomenon, reminds one keenly of what Newman thought and expressed about the whole Movement, if not of the men who seem to us now ' of unearthly radiance.' ' No mortal incendiary,' he said, in one of his splendid phrases already cited, ' is at work.' To Newman, during ttiis August, Hurrell pours out his mind, with his usual forecasting irrelevance. 'Aug: 22. — I have written a sermon on the duty of con- templating a time when the law of the land shall cease to be the law of the Church ; and I hope to get it preached by a friend of mine at the Bishop's Visitation. My father thinks it most temperate and satisfactory.^ If I had strong lungs I should go about the country, holding forth. ' This is not among his published Sermons, but may have gone to make up the mosaic of State Interference papers in the Remains, part ii., i., 184- 269. 122 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 'Aug. 31. — . . . It has lately come into my head that the present state of things in England makes an opening for reviving the monastic system. I think of putting the view forward under the title of " Project for Reviving Religion in Great Towns." Certainly colleges of unmarried priests (who might, of course, retire to a living, when they could and liked) would be the cheapest possible way of providing effectively for the spiritual wants of a large population. ... I must go about the country to look for the stray sheep of the true fold : there are many about, I am sure ; only that odious Protestant- ism sticks in people's gizzard. I see Hammond takes that view of the Infallibility of the Church which P[almer] says was the old one. We must revive it. Surely the promise, " I am with you always," means something ? ' It is extraordinary how Hurrell's talk runs not so much on existing outer problems as on notions which ' have lately come into my head.' The others were content to face emergencies the moment they arose. He knew not how to wait till things turned up : he went forward to turn them up. His vocation was less to lead than to prompt the men born to be leaders. The hard necessity of his lot, the denial to so vigorous a spirit of the physical fuel to keep it alight, imposed this upon him : to be what Emerson calls ' the seeing eye, not the helping hand.' Yet his enforced contemplative life kept those active brother lives together ; he riveted their armour, mounted their banners, and re-tipped their spears. It was his destiny to give very much more than they could use, so highly congested and quintessential were his ideas, and the verbal hints born of them : ' Such sounds as make deep silence in the heart, For Thought to do her part.' He is the vision of a pilgrim entering from the Middle Ages, barely laying down his staff and wallet before turning road- wards again, yet managing to blurt out, irrespective of the tavern conversation, fragments of his own correlated thought, immemorial things which he, at least, seems never to have forgotten. He is no opportunist, and chooses neither the audience nor the hour. ' What to assume and what to prove,' 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 123 as he says, do not sort themselves in his mind. He is only oracular. He instructs Newman, in relation to no particular topic whatever, but on a mere salutary general principle : ' Do keep writing to Keble, and stirring his rage. He is my fire, but I may be his poker.' His influence over Keble's fearless intelligence, felt from the first, was ultimately very great. His influence over Newman will hardly bear analysis, for Newman and he were one : the gnomon and the disk of a dial, or the arrow and the bow of some busy archer. We have all seen just such influence as Froude, invalided, had upon the Movement, privately exercised by Ministers of State, or by wives with a ripe understanding of their husbands' practical concerns. It is the uncatalogued and intangible power, almost a plaything to its possessor, least known among the powers which move human society ; and, therefore, perhaps it is the grimmest reality of all. On September 9, Newman burst forth with the famous first sentence of his famous first Tract : ' I am but one of yourselves, a Presbyter.' Hurrell wrote no comment on the move ; he was intimately aware of it from the beginning, and the earliest and hungriest reader. By the 1 6th, he is deep in study ; there is a new historical theory to start, opening with an ironic reference to Mr. Kebhs!s ' friends ' : ' . . . I have been reading a good deal lately about your friends the Puritans in Queen Elizabeth's time ; and really I like poor Penry very much. I think of writing An Apology for the Early Puritans, whose case I think to be this. The Church of England had relinquished its claim to the jus divinum, and considered Ordination to emanate Ultimately from the Queen. These poor fellows, i.e., Penry and Co. (not Beza and Co., nor Knox and Co.), detested so abominable a notion : but what could they do ? They had been bred up in a horror of trusting history in matters of religion, so they could look for a divine institution and a priesthood nowhere except in the Bible. Here, then, they looked, assuming as an axiom that they must find ; and finding nothing more reason- able than the platform, they caught at this. In the mean- time our people, and the smug ^ fellows on the Continent, were ' ' Snug ' in Remains. 124 HURRELL FROUDE [isss going on with their civilities to one another, and servilities to their respective Governments, and left these poor men to fight for 2L.JUS divinum, though not the true one. It seems to me that Saravia and Bancroft are the revivers of orthodoxy in England, and that the Puritans shielded them from martyrdom. Had it not been for their pertinacity in claiming SlJus divinum, that tyrant ^ would certainly have smothered the true one. Such are my crude speculations, on a rough survey : if you think me hopelessly wrong, floor me at once, and save me from wasting my time. How do you like my " Appointment of the Bishops ? " ^ I have sent one on " State Interference in Matters Spiritual," very dry and matter-of-fact, and mean to have a touch at the King's supremacy, which I think Hooker would not justify under present circumstances. I think, if we manage well, we may make the idea of a Lay Synod popular. Its members should be elected by universal suffrage among the communicants, more primitivo. I find this view most effective in conversation. I am very well, and don't think of going abroad this winter, though you seem to say I must. Time and money are two good things, and I don't like wasting more of them. I have done enough in that line already. ... I am quite surprised to see how much less of a conservative [Rose ?] is than he was six months since. I do believe the progress of events is converting every one, and that we shall not have much longer to encounter the stigma of ultraism.' Froude supplied, at most, but four of what George Eliot called The Tracts Against the Times, if we are to count as his only what he wrote out with his own hand. Of these, the earliest, briefest, and most comprehensive is No. 8, The Gospel a Law of Liberty, the authorship of which was, and is, fre- quently assigned to Newman.^ It somewhat complicates matters that in Newman's printed correspondence are various remarks addressed to him as responsible for No. 8, which bear no • The Queen. ' The British Magazine for July, 1 833, vol. iii., The Appointment of Bishops by the State. Correspondence under the same title opens in the September number, v., 290 et seq., signed ' F.' ^ Newman figures as responsible for it in the valuable Appendix to the third volume of the Life of Dr. Pusey. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 125 disclaimer in any note or parenthesis supplied by himself. It is also noticeable that he writes to Hurrell on November 1 3, 1833: ' Evangelicals, as I anticipated, are struck with The Law of Liberty, and The Sin of the Church. The subject of Discipline, too, I cannot doubt, will take them. Surely my game lies among them.' ^ He might have said ' our game,' but he does not. Nor does The Gospel a Law of Liberty appear in Froude's Remains. Dean Burgon, however, prints in the Appendix to his Twelve Good Men an extract from a letter of the Rev. Charles Marriott to the Rev. A. Burn of Chichester, Jan. 29, 1840. 'You ought to know,' says that gentle and unimpeachable authority, 'that Froude was the author of the Tract, The Gospel a Law of Liberty, which is the subject of No. 8.' Froude and Newman may well have devised this No. 8 in concert. So far as the wording goes, Newman's light galloping touch is certainly upon it. In idea it is intensely Froude-like in its concentrated sugges- tiveness : in it we see the very pupa, as it were, of the wide-winged theory of Dogmatic Development, broached at Littlemore so long after. No. 8, with its staccato marcato form, is perhaps the most typical of the early Tracts, and most expressive of the spirit in which they were conceived. These shared in common (in the opinion of Dr. Pusey's conjoint biographers, men who usually see things as they are) a ' start- ling and peremptory language.' ' First rouse,' ran Hurrell's business-like programme, ' then modify.' Newman certainly, in his office of rouser, availed to set gentle and simple by the ears. Briefly, pungently, he did his inimitable work. Dr. Pusey, with his serious grasp, his moral weight, his immense learning, by contributing to the series his great signed Tract on Baptism, changed the fashion as we know. To ' modify ' began with him, and progressed with him. He had the genius of explicit statement. It might even be said that his whole influence and care, especially from 1845 on, were on the side of expounding and applying, as Newman's and Froude's had been preponderately on that of naked present- ment, full of novelty, excitement, and ' danger.' The little guided Israel which had followed the pillar of fire by night, 1 Correspondence, i., 421. 126 HURRELL FROUDE [isss found it well, in due course, to follow the pillar of cloud by day. Froude's other contributions to the Tracts were No. 9, On Shortening the Church Services ; No. 5 9, Church and State (incorporated in the Remains as the concluding section of State Interference in Matters Spiritual) ; and No. 63, on The Antiquity of Existing Liturgies. The last-named was intended to display the novel features of the Communion Service in the Book of Common Prayer, as contrasted with those Uses having inter-resemblance and an unbroken Apostolic derivation. It is shown that every Ordo except the English contains a memento of the dead ; a sacrificial oblation ; and a prayer ' that God may make the bread and wine the Body and Blood of Christ.' The method adopted by Froude in printing the Forms of Consecration is that of the parallel column : an early instance of the employment of that practical and sometimes deadly modern device. He calls the Tract, elsewhere, ' my analysis of Palmer,' and it was certainly fitted to concentrate fresh attention on Mr. Palmer's Origines Liturgica, as well as on the norm of the matter it deals with. Hurrell's hands were full of writing in 1833; and being so busied with larger matters, he ceased to compose and preach sermons. Two very fine sombre ones, on S. John Baptist, and Riches a Temptation, date from June of this year ; but they were his last. His true work lay in a less trodden field. The strong essays signed ' F.' in The British Magazine are in a happier vein than any of the sermons, and far more spontane- ously worded. Like Dr. Johnson, Hurrell had a writing language, and a talking language which made faces at it. The only papers of his which approach in animation the un- conventional utterances of his living voice and of all his letters, are just those upon historic-ecclesiastical, not secular subjects. There he sends up rockets too, though with a certain resigned decorum, and would have filled the sky had he not been curbed, as time went on, both by Rose and by Newman. He came up to Oriel on October 5. Newman, now in the thick of affairs, and overjoyed to have him close at hand, writes privately to Keble, whom it ' grieved to the heart ' : ' I 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 127 fear that Calvert,^ whom you may recollect here, and a physician now, has pronounced about Froude (not to him) a judgment so unfavourable that I cannot bear to dwell upon it, or to tell it Pray exert your influence to get him sent to the West Indies. I know he has a great prejudice against it ; but, still, what other place is hopeful ? They say Madeira is not. He might take a cargo of books with him. N.B. — Could you not manage to send Isaac Williams too?' On Oct. 26, Hurrell left Oxford for home, Keble going with him as far as Bath. He sailed away on his second long voyage a month later. During the interval, he takes up his tireless pen. To the Rev. J. H. Newman, Oct. 29, 1833. ' Thank I[saac Williams] for a Thomas ^ Kempis he sent me, and tell him to know more about the other Sanctus Thomas before he draws invidious comparisons. I have got here with- out increasing my cough at all. . . . We will have a vocabu- larium apostolicum, and I will start it with four words: " pampered aristocrat," " resident gentlemen," " smug parsons," " pauperes Christi." ^ I shall use the first on all occasions : it seems to me just to hit the thing. . . . Love to C[hristie] the prefect, and all the sub-Apostolicals. I am like the man ' ' John Mitchinson Calvert of Crosthwaite, Cumberland, and of Oriel, M.A., M.D., who knew Froude well, and was his own age. ' S. Thomas i Backet's word for the poor. ° The ' man ' is Jean Bon de St. Andre, Deputy to the Convention for the Depart- ment of Lot during the Reign of Terror ; he was preferred by Napoleon, and died in 1813. He was present when Earl Howe defeated the French fleet on June i, 1794, and distinguished himself after the fashion commemorated in the Elegy which appeared in the Anti-Jacobin Review and Magazine on May 14, 1 798, and was the joint production of Canning, Gifford, and Frere : ' Poor John was a gallant captain In battles much delighting ; He fled full soon, On the first of June, But he bade the rest keep fighting.' The stave appears again, of course, in Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin, Edited with Explanatory notes by Charles Edmonds, 3rd edition, London, Sampson Low, etc., 1890, p. 187. The New Anti-Jacobin, a brilliant monthly advocating high Tory principles, sprang into life for April and May, 1833, and died. Froude must have been deeply interested in it. Nothing we know of him is more engaging than this very gallant applying to himself of such a quotation at such a time, and for such a reason. 128 HURRELL FROUDE [X833 who " fled full soon on the first of June, but bade the rest keep fighting." . . . Mind and write me all the news as it comes to hand ; else I shall go to sleep at Barbados entirely. . . . Tony Buller ^ was here yesterday. He is a capital fellow, and is anxious to assist us with trouble and money in any way he can. I told him it was better not to say anything about money yet, till we had given people a longer trial of us. It is no use to form expectations of people, but I am willing to hope that he is a most zealous fellow, and will not start aside like some other broken bows.' By early November the address of the clergy to the Arch- bishop (Howley) of Canterbury, which covered much ground, took many revisions, and ultimately was so well received, was afoot. Hurrell was ready, with his own uncompromising diction, to help it into being, leaving it to others to 'supply the etiquette about " the undersigned clergy, etc." ' Rhetorical drapery was hardly in his line. He sends to Newman some pithy sentences about ' the misapplication to which some of the Services [of the Church of England] are exposed by the practical disuse of the Rubrics prefixed to them, and the inefficiency of attempting to act on these Rubrics without first completing the ecclesiastical system they presuppose.' Also, he would have the reformers declare their conviction that ' measures such as these, affecting the spiritual welfare of the Church, ought to originate only with its spiritual rulers, and that in such matters they deprecate every kind of extra- ecclesiastical interference.' ' Satis hcec lusisse' he breaks off. ' I am very well indeed ; — not had so little cough as to-day and yesterday, since the Lazaretto at Malta.' So on Nov. 4 ; and on the 1 4th, some affectionate abuse : ' ' A'^eiwv 6^ dpiare. Have you not been a spoon to allow the Petition to have nothing about " the system presupposed in the Rubrics," and to leave out your key-words " completing " and " extra-ecclesiastical " ? The last word I would introduce thus : " They take this opportunity of expressing their conviction that the powers with which God has entrusted the spiritual ' Rev. Anthony Buller, 1809-1881, afterwards Rector of Mary Tavy ; ordained at Exeter on Oct, 27 of this year. 1833] HURRELL FROUDE 129 rulers of the Church are sufficient for its spiritual government, and that all extra-ecclesiastical interference in its spiritual concerns is both unnecessary and presumptuous." My father is annoyed at its being such milk-and-water. Do make a row about it. I see already that I shall find in your book '• sentences which I am sure stood, when they were first written, after some other sentence than that which affects to introduce them now, and seem conscious of being in the neighbourhood of a stranger : " buts " where there should have been " ands," etc., of which I shall make a catalogue, and pay you off for all the workings you have given me before now. However, it looks very pretty ; and when I puff it, and people turn over the pages, they have a very imposing effect. People say, " Ah ! I dare say, a very interesting work." . . . Love and luck to all the Aposto- licals. Why do you say " yours usque ad cineres "? If I am wrecked on Ash- Wednesday you will be the cause of it. . . .' ' My father ' was usually the bridle, not the spur, to his young high-pacing ' Apostolical.' ' I have often told Hurrell he was going too fast,' the Archdeacon writes a little later to Newman. ' He alarms people by his speculations, and is incautious in talking to persons who cannot enter into the purity of his motives. I dare say he laid himself completely open on his visit to Archdeacon Lyall.' ^ Hurrell could not but enjoy his too quickly-ended months at the Parsonage. However, he was never, even in full health, very social, because having tested society, he feared the effect of it upon himself Much of it, he thought, would wake in him pettiness of various sorts, and lead him to be ' flash and insincere,' and tempt him also to value those who thought him clever and charming, and to form 'wild schemes about becoming popular.' But he ' made himself agreeable,' as it is called, to please his father. He even rode to hounds, though on principle he objected to hunting; and he put up generally, ' TAe Arians of the Fourth Century. ^ Mr. Rose's friend, William Rowe Lyall, 1788-1857, then Archdeacon of Colchester, afterwards Dean of Canterbury. Owing to Mr. Rose's failing health, the two exchanged livings this year, and Archdeacon Lyall remained at Hadleigh till 1841, Mr. Rose having died in Italy. 130 HURRELL FROUDE [i833 without visible grimaces, with the customs, viands, amusements and conversation of his class. He hated eccentricity, most of all in himself, and very likely from his native fastidiousness, as well as from the supernatural motive. Conscious idiosyn- crasy is so cheap ! a deliberate escape from the vulgar being essential vulgarity. ' Any eccentric pleasure we have a fancy for, particularly if we think it a proof of genius,' had small chances with Froude. His very difficult ideal, borrowed un- consciously from S. Benedict and S. Bernard, was moderation, the mean of things, the spiritual adornment of the ordinary. He would attain to the ' humdrum.' ' Whatever is disagree- able,' he formulates to himself at twenty-three, ' whatever, at the same time, makes us like other people, is an opportunity for self-denial,' and through self-denial he meant, if possible, to remodel Hurrell Froude. That was his fine art and his religion. To ' make a few saints,' as he told his friend Rickards, was the way for each man to build up Christianity again for all. ' I have heard from dear Froude, who is certainly down- cast,' Newman confides to Keble towards the middle of this month of November, in an undated letter. ' He left home to- day, and was to be with Canon Rogers till Saturday, when the packet sails. He is full of disappointment at the address ; but then, say I, it effects two things : first, it addresses the Archbishop as the head of the anti-innovators, and it addresses him, and not the King or Parliament : which has a doctrinal meaning, and is a good precedent. However, Froude calls me names, and bids me stir you up into a fury, if I can.' Newman's thoughts continued to play pensively about his friend ' ordered South.' He reverts to him, without naming him, on the 2 2nd, when he writes to Mr. Rickards, in reply to a letter of censure : ' Nor can I wish anyone a happier lot than to be himself unfortunate, yet to urge on a triumphant cause : like Laud and Ken in their day, who left a name which after ages censure or pity, but whose works do follow them. Let it be the lot of those I love to live in the heart of one or two in each succeeding generation, or to be altogether forgotten, while they have helped forward the Truth.' Hurrell put to sea, again from Falmouth, this time without 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 131 Newman or his father. ' Blowing a full gale . . . and I to start to-morrow morning ! ' And, by way of hygienic consolation : ' A sailing vessel is as nearly the cleanest thing in the world as a steamer is the dirtiest.' Mr. Keble, who may have chiefly influenced his decision to go to Barbados, would be intimately interested, for a dozen reasons, to hear of Hurrell's welfare in a field where he himself might once have found his lifework. As long before as 1824, he had been offered the Archdeaconry of Barbados (worth ;^2000 a year), and declined his only ecclesiastical dignity, as he declined or accepted pretty much everything, for a pious domestic reason: his father was too infirm. To the Rev. John Keble, Jan. 9, 1834. Barbados. ' With hands bitten sore by mosquitoes, I set to, upon a sheet of paper which will witness many fresh bites before I get through it. The wretches are flitting about me on all sides, and every moment I am forced to put down my pen and hit at them. People soon cease to care for them : that is my only consolation. The weather here is most delicious, the thermometer averaging eighty-three degrees, and showers flying in all directions. When it rains here, they say : " What a fine day ! " . . . The room I am in has seven windows and four doors, with a thorough draught every way ; everything is contrived for getting up thorough draughts : long passages open at both ends, for the everlasting east wind to blow through, and windows on every side of a room where it is possible, or immense doors opposite them, where it is not, I suppose before the hurricane^ this must have been a house fit for a resident gentleman of high pretensions ; now it con- sists only of twg rooms, and a number of sheds erected round them against the walls that remain standing. . . . The sum which was set aside by Government to repair the injury done here is not allowed to go to the repair of Churches, even though 24,0,00/. of it is still in hand, which they do not know how to dispose of, and seven Churches are in complete ruins. . . . ' I have heard some facts which seem to show a good spirit among the clergy. . . . Mr. , about whom you may re- iQf 1831, 132 HURRELL FROUDE [i834 member the great row that took place some years since for admitting a black to the Communion in' company with whites, has now so completely broken down that feeling, that last Sunday, when I received the Sacrament at his Church, at which near two hundred people were present, all colours were mixed indiscriminately. In the Roman Catholic islands this was always insisted on, and carried with a high hand. . , . This island is very green, and its plants very exotic-looking, but there is a total want of beauty. For all I have yet seen, the coasts of the Mediterranean are the places " mortalibus agris munere concessce Divom." Also, the negro features are so horridly ugly, at least the generality of them : now and then indeed one sees finely-chiselled Egyptian features, and among the others one can distinctly trace the difference of caste in all shades from man to monkey. . , . You will be shocked at my avowal, that I am every day becoming a less and less loyal son of the Reformation. It appears to me plain that in all matters that seem to us indifferent or even doubtful, we should conform our practices to those of the Church which has preserved its traditionary practices unbroken. We cannot know about any seemingly indifferent practice of the Church of Rome that it is not a development of the Apostolic ^^o? ; and it is to no purpose to say that we can find no proof of it in the writings of the six first centuries ; they must find a dis^rooi if they would do anything. ... I have been reading the con- troversy between Law and Hoadly for the first time. Law's brilliance quite astonished me: I think it the most striking specimen of writing I ever saw. Yet I own now and then he seems rather wild. Surely one could get such splendid com- positions into circulation by puffing them? It was a noble end of Convocation to be put down for censuring Hoadly, and the censure looks well as the last record in Wilkins's Concilia. The sun that set so bright must have a rising ! . . . I have translated all the Becket correspondence, and should go [on] at once to Anselm, if I was not on the point of starting with the Bishop ^ on his Visitation. All I hear makes me wish to go ^ William Hart Coleridge, 1789-1849, brother to George, Master ofOtteryFree School ; first Bishop of Barbados and the Leeward Islands, 1824, and reorganiser of Codrington College. He resigned in 1841, when the diocese was divided. 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 133 to America, though I do not conceive the views of the clergy in general there to be very high. Preaching goes for every- thing, and a person that cannot fill his Church gets dismissed. I think that in the present state of religion preaching should be quite disconnected from the Services, and looked on as an address to the unconverted.^ . . . We ought to employ itinerant talkers in England ; I am sure I could stir up people very much in Devonshire and Cornwall in that way.' To the Rev. J. H. Newman, Jan. 25, 1834. ' . . . I have a very poor account to give you of my studies. I have been here near a month, and have not set to work regularly on anything. Although I have not done anything like regular work, I have picked up a good deal. I have been looking about, here and there. . . . Does not the Archbishop of Canterbury claim patriarchal authority {qualem qualem) over as large a portion of the globe as ever the Bishop of Rome did ? and are not the Colonial Bishops just as much exonerated from their oath of canonical obedience, by proving that there is no universal Bishop recognised in Scripture, as ever Cranmer was ? . . . I have been much surprised to find that the first Latitudinarians were Tories : e.g., Hales, Chillingworth, and that set. How Whiggery has by degrees taken up all the filth that has been secreted in the fermentation of human thought ! Puritanism, Latitudinarianism, Popery, Infidelity ; they have it all now, and good luck to them.^ I see the reason Convoca- tion was put down in 1 7 1 7 was the remonstrance of the Lower House against the Upper, to make them censure Hoadly's Preservative. The Upper House had a very little while before taken part with the Socinianising Bishops against the Lower. Also, what a curious thing it is to see the popularity of High Churchism among the lower orders at the time of Sacheverell's trial ! These matters have opened to my weak mind a field of thought and inquiry which I have no great chance of follow- ' ' Unconnected ' in the text of the Remains, but corrected in the little list of errata. ^ This, of course, is one of the passages upon which the Editors of the Remains rely to prove negatively their contention that Froude's Anglicanism was immutably fixed. The 'Popery' in this passage is not in its 'grammatical sense,' but plainly refers to furtherance of O'Connell's measures. 134 HURRELL FROUDE [1834 ing up. If I had 5000/., I would pay all the clever fellows I could find to analyse the pamphlets, etc., of that time, and make a good History of Protestantism. A continuation of Collier ^ would just take in all I desiderate, and if done well, most curious and amusing it would be. . . . The most sensible people here seem to think it certain, that, after the emancipation of the slaves, no estate will be profitable enough to pay for a manager, so that all English proprietors who from age or habit, etc., are not able to come out and reside on their own property, must sell at a reduced price ; also that since this climate, state of society, etc., suits the coloured people better than the whites, it will answer to them to buy at a higher rate than others, so that the islands will by degrees become what they call " brown " islands, and relapse into a semi-savage state by the gradual withdrawal of those who now keep up the tone of acquirement, etc. ; that this will happen without any bloodshed, but will destroy the commercial value of the islands, for that not more than one-fifth of the sugar will be grown, and the rest of the land employed in growing sustenance for the idle population.' To the Ven. Archdeacon Froude, Feb. 6, 1834. ' . . . The weather has been very boisterous since I have been here : people say that they should have called the night of Friday 17th [January] a hurricane, if it had been in August or September. ... I don't know whether I may lay any blame on the weather, but certainly my cough has made no progress for the better since I landed. I don't mean that I am worse, for I certainly have gained flesh, but my cough is exactly where it was when I first got into the warm latitudes : an improve- ment on what it was in England, but no more. The tempera- ture of the air is quite delightful, but there is nothing to interest one out-of-doors: horridly ugly faces, most uninteresting scenery, an extremely shabby town, the population of which may, in point of morals, be called almost the sink of humanity ; and then the vulgar names of all the places (I forget them as fast as I hear them), and money-making associations, which intrude into everything one sees and hears, offer a sad con- ^ Jeremy Collier's Ecclesiastical History of Great Britain, first published in two volumes folio in 1708, 17 14. 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 135 trast to last winter's work. But I don't mention this out of grumbling, only as a reason why I am not more out-of-doors : the fact is, I spend my time in-doors very agreeably indeed. The Bishop stands very high in my estimation as a man of imperturbable equanimity among great trials to his temper, and the footing on which all his clergy are with him is a model. , . . The Bishop's library is capital— ^much better than I ex- pected ; and as the daily expectation of setting off on the Visitation has kept me from going to work on anything regular, I have been dipping about, to my great amusement. . , . They say that if the growth of sugar were discontinued the island would produce sustenance enough for a very much larger population, almost without any cultivation. The vegetation is really wonderful. The guinea corn grows near fifteen feet high : and in the sugar crop there seems to be a mass of solid vegetable matter thrown up, as much as there is in a copse of ten years' growth. It is an impenetrable thicket of rank iris : the cane part is just like the knotty root of an iris straightened out, and rising six or seven feet out of the ground ; its colour is the richest yellow-green that can be conceived. ^ Feb. 6. — At anchor off Nevis, — between it and St. Christopher's, which the Protestants have vulgarised into St. Kitt's. The Bishop is ashore confirming, and I have stayed to fetch up leeway. Since Monday, Jan. 26, when we started on our voyage, I have been in quite a new state of things. , . , I have a very uncomfortable hot, dark berth, which I could go into amusing details about, if it was worth the trouble ; but " beggars must not be choosers," as they say, so I may think myself well off to have any berth at all. The first place we got to was Antigua. About seven in the morning I came on deck, and found we were close to it : quite unlike Barbados ; it put me in mind of Ithaca, or bits of the Sicilian coast: very beautiful, but on a small scale. While we stood off and on before what seemed an iron-bound coast, a pilot-boat emerged from one- could-not-say -where ; and when the pilot was on board, we tacked, and sailed straight against a rock. As we got quite close, it began to appear that the shore was not a continuous 136 HURRELL FROUDE [1834 line, but that one rock overlapped another, and between these there turned out to be an entrance about a gun-shot wide, which took us into a beautiful little lake, where there was just room to anchor. You will find it in the map, under the name English Harbour. And now I will not go on bothering with descriptions. We landed at the dockyard, where a file of soldiers were drawn up in compliment to the Bishop, and as he stepped out of the boat the batteries saluted. That part of Antigua is exquisitely beautiful; very deep bays 'and rocks, and pasture and wood and mountains, put the sugar and the niggers quite out of one's head. The people seem a superior set to what you have elsewhere. I liked some of the clergy much, and the resident proprietors are said to be, with some exceptions, intelligent gentlemen. , . . We were at Antigua six days ; since that we have been at Montserrat and Nevis, both mountainous on a large scale, and generally lost in cloud. Nevis is not unlike Pantelaria. Yesterday we dined at the President's,^ and had turtle for the first time. To the Rev. John Keble, Feb. 8, 1834. ' Here I am with the Bishop on his Visitation, so that I have the advantage of a good long sea-voyage and some variety of scenery, both [of] which are good for me, though I cannot say they have as yet produced any perceptible effect. I seem to be just as well and no better than I was last summer ; in fact, this is nothing else than a protracted summer, and it is unreasonable to expect more from climate here than from the same climate in England. You will see in my letter to [Newman] how I have employed my time in Barbados, and the length that I am being pulled on in anti- Protestantism. Would not Hammond, and Fell, and the rest of those holy humble men of God have altered the Articles ? ^ ' Lieutenant-Colonel J. Lyons Nixon, L.G. " [If they had had the w&ok body of the English Church in agreement with them. The sort and amount of alteration which the writer probably contemplated may be seen in Tracts for the Times, Via Media.] Note, Remains, i., 348. So sure was Newman of R. H. F.'s posthumous approbation. 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 137 ' . . . [Rose ?] seems to think anything better than an open rupture with the State, as sure to entail loss of caste on the clergy. Few men can receive the saying that the clergy have no need to be gentlemen. . . . ' . . . We have just left St. Christopher's ; it is the most beautiful of any of the islands I have yet seen. Mount Miserere is quite fine ; a precipitous granite crag, quite bare, and of a very great height, rising out of the rich woods with which the mountain is clothed up to the top, and stooping over a very deep hollow, which has once been the crater of a volcano. I should have liked much to get up there, but had not time, and besides, they say it is very difficult. The people here seem to have very little curiosity : in fact, few tastes except acquisitiveness. ... I see the papers have begun to talk ; addresses to the Archbishop are said to be pouring in. I wish I could get my lungs right again to make preachments, and give the Yanks a talking over. We shall be back at Barbados the second week in March, and about then the weather in New York brightens up. I think I have made up my mind not to be in England till the latter end of May, whatever news we have, so I shall certainly have time on my hands, and if I can't preach I can prose; so I may as well go at any rate. Do ply the people with Tracts on the " safest course " principle : the more I think of it, the more important it seems as the intellectual basis of Church authority. . . . We have now got a north-west wind, which a few years since would have been almost a miracle in these latitudes. It is generally said that the trade-winds are becoming yearly more irregular, and have been for this last fifty years. It will make a curious change if they cease altogether; certainly nothing can be more irregular than we have had them, both in quantity and direction ; it goes from a storm to a calm in no time, and the other night went all round the compass. This puts me in mind of an adventure we had the other evening at Nevis. There is no harbour there, but only a beach to land on, and sometimes a heavy surf. We landed in the morning, in still weather. In the course of the day it came to blow on shore, and we had to embark in the dark. 138 HURRELL FROUDE [i834 in a very heavy sea breaking on the sands most furiously. The Bishop slept on shore, but the Commodore, the Captain, the Chaplain, and myself were carried on men's shoulders to the boat, which was lying as near the shore as it could, in the midst of the breakers. I was put in second, and was only wetted by the water in the bottom of the boat, but the two last were fairly soused. ... I am sure this stuff is not worth sending across the Atlantic' To William Froude, Feb. 12, 1834. ' . . . I will try to scrape together stuff for a letter to you. We are becalmed with Saba off our starboard quarter, in the Forte frigate, forty-six guns, Commodore P. . . . Somehow, this frigate is beyond my comprehension. I am not up to taking an interest in its movements; it is 11 50 tons and the sails are so large, and the masts so high, and such an immense lot of ropes, that I see no hope of learning anything about it. When they get up the anchor they have 100 men at the capstan, and if they want to tack quickly they put 300 men to work at once. They do their work to the sound of two fiddles and a fife, instead of the gibber that one is accustomed to in the Ranger and elsewhere; so, as the [Provost ?] would say, " I don'fc.comprehend the style of things." The day before yesterday we had two adventures, (i) A man was to be flogged, and as I knew that he would be let off out of compliment to the Bishop, I went on deck to see the preliminary ceremony. The whole ship's crew were mustered, while the fellow stood under guard ; then a grating was lashed to the gangway, and his wrists and ankles made fast to it, his jacket having been stripped off in readiness ; the officers stood in full dress on one side of him, and the boatswain's mates on the other ; and the Commodore read over the articles of war. I watched the fellow's countenance closely. At first he seemed very un- concerned, but the ceremony seemed by degrees to work on his imagination, and just before his pardon was announced he seemed in considerable dismay. The thing has stuck in my mind deeper than I expected, and I feel rather sick at thinking of it. The officers say that letting him off did 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 139 a great deal of harm. Last night ever such a lot were drunk, and I suppose they will catch it in a day or two ! Twenty-four hours must elapse between the offence and the punishment. (2) The other adventure was falling in with a man-of-war by night, so that we could not distinguish each other's colours. On nearing them we heard them pipe to quarters, and on coming up we found them, contrary to etiquette, with their main-deck lighted up, their guns and figging manned, and with every demonstration of readiness for action ; so we had to make similar preparations with all speed : powder was got up, and both sides loaded and shotted, exactly as if we intended to fight. On passing them the Commodore asked what they were, and they would not tell, and nothing more came of it : a beautiful mare's nest. The officers say it was a Dutch frigate, and that since our ill behaviour to them they have made a point of showing our ships disrespect ; however, if a gun had gone off by accident, which might easily have been, as they all have flint and steel locks, it would have ended in a fight, most likely. . . . From St. Thomas's we go to Santa Cruz, and from thence to La Guayra, so I shall have a fine cruise altogether; yet somehow I take no interest in the places I see : there is something so unromantic among the English, and so unpleasing about the niggers, that they spoil the scenery altogether. The thing that strikes me as most remarkable in the cut of these niggers is excessive im- modesty; a forward, stupid familiarity, intended for civility, which prejudices me against them worse even than Buxton's ^ cant did. ... I want much to hear about your steam- engine. ... I begin to think that the Nonjurors were the last of English divines, and that those since are twaddlers. The more I read, the more I am reconciled to the present state of things in England, and prospects of the Church. It seems to be only the fermentation of filth which has long been in existence, and could not be got rid of otherwise. . . . And now my ideas run slow, and take more trouble writ- ^ Thomas Fowell Buxton, 1786-184S, M.P., knighted in 1840, prison reformer (brother-in-law of Mrs. Fry), and William Wilberforce's successor as head of the Anti-slavery party in England. 140 HURRELL FROUDE [i834 ing than they are worth reading; so, with best love to J[ack].' 1 To the Ven. Archdeacon Froude, April 2, 1834. ' . . . We left the island [Santa Cruz] at four o'clock on Thursday, the Bishop having been conveyed to Fredericstadt in the Governor's carriage and four, escorted by an aide-de- camp, and embarking under a salute. We were under weigh in about an hour, with a breeze east-north-east. On Saturday evening we saw, like a pale blue mist rising above the clouds, the outline of the South American mountains. The next morning, when I came on deck, we were within nine miles of the coast, and the gigantic features of the scenery produced the same effect that we observed between Salerno and Amalfi, viz., of making distant objects seem so near each other. The mountains rose boldly out of the sea, as far as the eye could reach before us and behind us, as we sailed along the coast. Their height varies from 5000 to 9000 feet. One of them (the highest) is a perpendicular precipice for 8000 feet : Humboldt describes it as the most remarkable precipice in the world. However, the effect, as a whole, cannot be compared to that of the Italian or Sicilian coast. The mountains are richly covered with wood from the very bottom to the top, except the peaks of the very highest, which are naked granite, but so high that the rocky features, when diminished by the great distance and rendered indistinct by the haze of the hot air, lose all their raciness ; so that there is no variety of colour, but a mass of uniform green, or rather gray, more or less pale according to the distance. We coasted along about twelve miles almost under the shadow of the rocks, yet near nine miles from them. Early in the morning they were visible from top to bottom, but indistinct from the dazzle of the sun, which was behind them. About ten o'clock a line of little misty dots formed at a uniform height above the sea, perhaps 3000 feet. This became denser and denser, till it became one impenetrable cloud, above which we could see nothing. About twelve we anchored at La Guayra, which Humboldt says is the hottest place in the world. The thermometer in the cabin window ' John Spedding Froude, 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 141 was ninety degrees. The Bishop and Commodore disembarked that evening and rode over the mountains to Caraccas ; I and some of the oiificers were to follow before daylight. Accord- ingtyi having ordered mules over-night, we got up at half-past three, breakfasted on board, and set out for the shore, two boat-loads. There was a very heavy rolling swell, and the landing-place is a wooden stage upon piles, which does not keep off the sea at all. We lay by anxiously waiting for a lull, and all of us in the first boat succeeded in landing dry on the stage, and running off before a wave had time to reach us ; but when the second boat was lying on its oars, in hopes of a lull like ours, a wave far above the size of the rest broke just ahead of them ; and really, I never saw such a nervous sight ! The boat, in which were ten rowers and several officers, seemed to stand quite upright on its stern, so as to leave us doubtful which way it would fall. The whole was hid for a moment in a mass of spray, except that we could see the blades of the oars sticking out, all in confusion, as the water took them. When the wave passed and the boat righted, they say it was full up to the thwarts. On seeing this Captain H. ordered them to pull off, and sent a shore boat for them, i.e., two niggers in a canoe, which took them out one or two at a time. The last load consisted of the Commodore's steward, an old Italian for whom I have an affection, and a midshipman. As they were alongside the stage a wave broke outside them ; the mid was lucky enough to catch hold in time, but the poor Italian, canoe, niggers, and all, totally disappeared, and were seen again about thirty yards off progressing with the crest of the wave towards the beach, on which all were deposited safe, after a dive of near 600 yards. N.B. — The niggers and Spaniards, when landing themselves, never think of going to the stage, but sitting very steadily in their canoes, wait where the waves begin to break, and only taking care to keep the boat straight, and paddling a little to assist it in getting way at first, they are shot in without any effort, on the crest of the wave, with wonderful velocity, keeping on the downhill side of it all the time, and at last are deposited high and dry. When I saw this first, I could hardly believe my eyes. ' I shall stay here a fortnight longer at least, and then set 142 HURRELL FROUDE [i834 off for New York. I am very grateful for your long letters, which come by every packet.' There follows a letter on April 8, 1834, conjointly addressed : ' Joannibus Keble et Newman : fratres ignavissimi, ut quid fecisti nobis sic ? as St. Thomas says to the Bishop of Poictiers. . . . The Bishop [of Barbados] is a thorough Z ; ^ and I can make no impression on him, though I think I have frightened him. If he had not been as kind to me as one man can be to another, I should be terribly provoked with him sometimes. . . . You may like to know of my health : I really think I am getting well. I left England in the impression that I was iJ,ivvv6aZi,o<;, as you may see in a scratched-out passage in one of my letters ; since I have conceived hopes, I have become much more careful. I should not wonder, if I stayed here, till ^ I get quite rid of my cough. The Bishop's library is a great piece of luck. I don't think I am wasting my time here, independent of my health. I don't ask how anyone is, for I shall certainly be gone before I can have an answer; and when I shall go to Yankland I do not know. . . . Valete, et confortamini in Domino^ The Rev. J. Keble to the Rev. J. H. Newman, April, 1834. ' ... As to Froude, I know, of course, no more than the letters have told us both, and the first was so flattering that I was disappointed at the other ; yet, on consideration, I see no additional reason for alarm. It seems much as it used to be, and we cannot be wrong in hoping the best. Anyone who remembers him three or four years ago must acknowledge that to have him now is much more than we could have been sure about. I wish him strong enough, please God, to take duty and wait on some flock. I think he would get more calm and less young in his notions, or rather in his way of putting them, which makes people who do not know him think him ' A 'Z' stood, in Tractarian, for an 'Establishment man.' ^ Thus in the Remains, but 'if,' by a misprint, in The Newman Correspondence, ii.. 33. 1834] HURRELL FROUDE 143 not a practical man. What a wise old ^ letter ! Well, good- bye.' On May 2, Hurrell makes to Mr. Keble the frank confes- sion that he is not well enough to return to England, or to travel at all. He never saw the United States. He adds, referring to clauses in the Oriel Statutes, which he seems to have known by heart, ' Try to satisfy the College that though my cegritudo is diutina, it may not be incurabilis! And he goes on to say that a mathematical instructor is wanted at Codrington College,^ ' so I mean to offer myself, on con- dition of having a room given me, .and being allowed to battel.* Mind, this is mere castle-building as yet, but it is ten to one it will be realised. In fact, unless I get suddenly and decidedly well before the end of this month, I see no chance against it; so will your worships have the goodness to get together a few sets of the [Oxford] Tracts ; also three or four copies of a work * which I see much praised in The British Magazine, as coming from the pen of " a scholar, a man of refined taste, and above all, a Christian " ; also a copy of an anonymous work called The Christian Year, which I forgot to bring with me; also the parts Autumnalis and Hyemalis of my Breviary; also any newspapers or reviews, or anything else which will throw light on your worships' proceedings ; and send the package to [my father] : let it be a good big one ; and mind to send lots of Tracts, for I shall try hard to poison the minds of the natives out here. . , . There is a most com- ' Keble was eleven years older than Froude, nine years older than Newman. ^Founded by a bequest to the S.P.G. of Christopher Codrington, 1668-1710, the munificent Fellow of All Souls, Oxford ; licensed by Queen Anne ; opened as a Grammar School in 1742 ; but not a Collegiate institution for West Indian clergy, as originally intended, until 1830. ' To ' battel ' is a verb purely Oxonian by origin. Battels are a man's College accounts for supplies from kitchen and buttery, or else all College accounts, inclusive of board, lodging, tuition, rates, and sundries. ^ TheArians of the Fourth Century ; their Doctrine, Temper, and Conduct, chiefly as Exhibited in the Councils of the Church between A.D. 323 and A.D. 384, by John Henry Newman, M.A., Fellow of Oriel College. London : Rivingtons, 1833. The book is dedicated to Keble. The review is in The British Magazine for January, 1834, v., 67. Mr. T. Mozley thinks that The Arians is the landmark of Newman's progress' from Low Church to High Church, 144 HURRELL FROUDE [i834 mendable production in the supplemental December number, signed C.^ Whose is it? he should be cultivated. I should like to see a good one on clergy praying with their faces to the Altar and backs to the congregation. In a Protestant Church the parson seems either to be preaching the prayers or worshipping the congregation. . . . The climate out here is certainly delicious, though it alters one's metaphors a little: e.g., the shady side of the hedge would be the cheerful one. The only nuisance is that everything is so inelegant : money and luxury are the people's sole objects, and their luxuries are only of the kind that can be enjoyed on the instant : no one counts on living here, so there are no porticos, no fountains, no avenues, nothing that makes the south of Europe such a fairyland. Windmills and boiling-houses, treeless fields and gardenless houses, are the only things one sees ; except at my dreamed-of residence, Codrington College, where there is a grand avenue of gigantic palms,^ a delicious spring of the freshest (nothing is cold here) clearest water, and a very tolerably nice flower-garden with mowed turf, and roses that smell, and almost complete seclusion. If I go there I shall turn sentimental, and sit irapa 6lva 6aXdaa-ri