Witness. I noticed that she had a went up to him and said, "I say,

black eye.

Lord Coleridge.

don't quite follow you. What was the color of her other eye?

Witness. I mean her husband had my life. blacked her eye.

Lord Coleridge. What an extraordinary thing to do! Did he use paint or burnt cork or soot, or what?

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Lord Coleridge.

– And yet you knew his christian name and addressed him by it in its most familiar form.

Counsel. A policeman is frequently called a bobby, my lord.

Lord Coleridge. - Dear me ! I was not aware of it, I never heard the expression before.

Counsel. - Great Scott!

Counsel (to witness). — And you gave her in charge?

Witness. Yes; but the policeman

Witness. She went out, and said, he said, "What's your game?" "I'll be back in half a jiffy."

Lord Coleridge. - I don't know what kind of conveyance that is, but why didn't she come back in a whole one? Witness. It isn't a conveyance, my lord.

You'd better stand down till I can get a sworn interpreter.

Dear me! How It's not my business.

Lord Coleridge. very confusing! Go on. Witness. She gave me a bob. Lord Coleridge. - Dropped you a sey, you mean, eh?

Witness.No. A shilling.

Ourselves. At the time our report left Lord Coleridge was asking a witcurt-ness, who said he had told the lady to go to Bath, what the lady was suffering from to make him recommend that

Lord Coleridge. I never heard a well-known health resort. shilling called a bob before. Go on.

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From Longman's Magazine. DEAN STANLEY OF WESTMINSTER.1

BY A. K. H. B.

tradicted by divers cautious and subservient souls; who would contradict it precisely because they knew it true to the letter and the spirit; not to add the fact.

"You could not make Stanley a bishop; he writes such an abominable hand." And, indeed, when in de- I am not to begin my account of parted years the not infrequent letter Dean Stanley's life, and of his biogcame from him, one could but go over raphy, by any attempt at an estimate of it repeatedly and write above each his character, and of the actual work word what perhaps it meant. Then he did in this world. Many have algradually the sense appeared. Little ready essayed to do all this; and, so far things, we know, may keep a great as concerns the facts, I do not much man back from what he would like; disagree with what I have seen said and in the latter years Stanley would by anybody. Stanley's character was have liked to be a bishop. Doubtless easily read; its lines were very marked; that illegible manuscript came nearer and the man was transparent sincerity. to the question of his fitness for the You might like him and approve him great office than his incapacity to put or not; it was easy to understand him. on his clothes, the way he cut him- He awakened the keenest possible self in shaving, the unconsciousness likes and dislikes. You might think whether he had taken his necessary his work in the main a good work; you food, and the awful confusion in which might think it mischievous and soulhe kept his bedroom. But there were destroying. Thirty years since, when other reasons, as everybody could see. I had said something in his praise, a Outsiders naturally think that the very stupid and illiterate Scotch parson greatest men in the Anglican Church said to me, "Dean Stanley! He's a should fill its highest places; forget- pickpocket. He gets his stipend under ting that these are places of special and false pretences." A very hidebound very exceptional work, for which men and narrow soul once refused to meet so illustrious as Dean Church, as Stan-him in this house, because he was "a ley, as Liddon, are far less fitted than Latitudinarian." The religious paper others who must be placed a thousand called Christian Charity stated that miles below them.

Stanley's teaching led directly to INFII heard the words; they were said DELITY; so was the word printed, for only to myself. I looked at the stern emphasis sake. Keble and Pusey, face, which was gazing right on. We saintly and sincere, refused to preach were walking, pretty fast, round and in Westminster Abbey when he was round the cloister of St. George's there; thus 66 coming out and being Chapel in Windsor Castle; for an hour separate." The lovable Liddon deexactly, on that day of drenching rain. clined at first; but thought better of it The speaker was the great duke's and did preach; of course admirably. nephew, Dean Wellesley of Windsor; The well-meaning Lord Shaftesbury who knew very many strange things, was "alarmed" when Bishop Tait and (now and then) spoke out with a made Stanley one of his chaplains : startling freedom. If I durst but record what I have heard that remarkable man say, how these pages would be read! Yes, and how fiercely what might be written here would be con

1 The Life and Correspondence of Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, D.D., late Dean of Westminster. By Rowland E. Prothero, M.A., Barrister-at-law, late Fellow of All Souls' College, Oxford. With the co-operation and sanction of the Very Rev. G. G.

"The bishop knows not the gulf he is opening for himself." When Temple was made Bishop of Exeter, Dr. Pusey averred that he had "participated in the ruin of countless souls." It may be hoped that the good man was mistaken. Who now has a word to say against the decorous and excellent Bishop Temple of London? All this

Bradley, D.D., Dean of Westminster. In two vol- is merely the way in which theologians

umes, London: John Murray, 1893.

express themselves. It was even as

my dear old professor of divinity, Dr. it after a moment's hesitation. It is Hill of Glasgow, lecturing to his stu- not from these volumes that the living, dents, briefly made an end of a great eager Stanley looks out; but from one's movement by saying, "those pestilent own remembrance of words and looks, publications, the Tracts for the Times." greatening and brightening upon one And it mattered just as much when the since I took up the pen. One's eyes saintly Dr. Muir of Edinburgh declared are dimmed; thinking of the little, in my hearing at least fifteen times, vanished hand; thinking of the pleasthat to kneel at prayers and stand at ant voice that is still; seeing the beaupraise in the kirk was of the instigation tiful, refined face; discerning, plainly of the Devil. Long ago, when John as when present, the worn little figure Knox in this city spoke of "the standing in front of that fire, turning Trewth," he meant his own opinions. from side to side, and pouring out a And when he spoke of the popish dev- stream of speech which was entrancing; ils, he meant people who did not agree and sometimes quite incisive enough. with him. All these things are out- Stanley was a lovable saint; but there grown. Had we lived then, and held was nothing of the sheepish about him. strong convictions, we should have He could defend himself. And he spoken even so. could stand up bravely for any one whom he held to be oppressed and persecuted.

just one sharp sentence in a long discourse which pierced somebody to the quick, which reached him where he felt most keenly. It was so in that farewell sermon, when he left Oxford for Westminster. It was in Christchurch Cathedral; he chose the place. He had long been silenced as a preacher in Oxford so far as that might

In this room where I write, when I look up from my table I see the eager little figure with the sweet, refined, One remembered Froude's saying, earnest face standing before the bright sometimes that Stanley could be trefire which to him was life, and visibly mendously provoking. Provoking in expanding in its warmth. When I the same way in which Newman was; close my eyes, I hear the voice flowing on and on, a very torrent of eager speech; uttered where he was sure of sympathy, if not of entire agreement. Tulloch's grand presence is by, and his silent attention. The lovable Hugh Pearson sits in that chair which I can touch; it was always Arthur and Hugh. In writing, it was H. P. I look at these shelves, still here as when he be. And now he quoted to divers of saw them; I behold Stanley eagerly going along one side of the chamber, and saying with great rapidity, "I could begin at one end of these shelves and read on to the other." Till of a sudden, "No; I stop here; I could not read this." It was a volume of sermons by Guthrie ; to whom, strange to say, he never did justice. And indeed on a September Sunday in Edinburgh in 1862, he "heard" two preachers, one Guthrie and the other not; and strongly expressed his preference of the one who in popularity was pretty nearly nowhere in the general estimation. Hugh Pearson was with him all that day; it was that evening that Stanley, in absence of mind, seized up a piece of buttered toast in his fingers and handed it to Pearson, who received

these outstanding men who ruled the great university the words of Chalmers concerning it: "You have the finest machinery in the world, and you don't know how to use it." It was distinctly presumptuous in Chalmers to say so; an outsider, speaking in great ignorance.

It was extremely irritating when Stanley repeated it. I vividly recall another occasion, over many years. Dr. Lees of St. Giles' at Edinburgh and I had dined at the deanery on a Sunday, before a great evening service in the nave at which Stanley was to preach. The long procession entered in all due state: the choir first, then many clergy; and amid that surpliced train, walked side by side, unvested, the two ministers of the Scottish kirk. We sat in the line with divers canons,