on chairs arranged in order. I remem- has of late been written about it. The ber yet how the fine old man next me latest volume is Mr. Andrew Lang's. shrank away as from pollution. Had It had to be bright and charming, comI been a canon, I should have done ing from that pen; but not every one

exactly the same. To him, after the training of his life, it was even as it would be to me if a Muggletonian, incapable of spelling, were set to preach in the parish church of St. Andrews. Which indeed may quite possibly be after I am gone. But as Stanley told me he once said to John Bright when the great tribune developed his views as to what was to come of the Church of England, - said with extreme rapidity, "I hope I may be dead and buried before that comes." The view

will quite take in how much vital, weighty, and important truth is given there in the liveliest fashion, on pages which sparkle and effervesce. But it is good both for places and for persons to meet the occasional taking-down. And St. Andrews is taken down in these volumes. No doubt we need it. A very friendly and able writer, essentially a Londoner, in a most kind review of the present writer, deemed it necessary to admonish him that the death of the greatly beloved Principal

developed was as to the actual method Tulloch did not eclipse the gaiety of of disestablishment. All the parish nations; and that the world got on churches were to be put up to auction, perfectly well without the sweet smile and sold to the highest bidder. Then of Principal Shairp. I knew it before; Stanley added, with a ghastly look, knew it perfectly; but those losses "Think of Westminster Abbey being made a terrible difference here. Now sold by auction!" Two suggestions Dean Stanley was so much to St. An

were made, neither of which pleased him. One, that the ancient Church would move heaven and earth to get it. Another, that it might be carried away stone by stone and set up again beyond the Atlantic. The serious conclusion was that a national building like the great abbey would never be sold, but might be mediatized; remain as a grand monument, attached to no reli

drews, "my own St. Andrews," that it is trying to find how very little St. Andrews was to him. The words come back, "our own University of St. Andrews; " and indeed he was lord rector when he said them: "I never can work so well as at St. Andrews; there is something here which is not at Westminster, which is not at Oxford." It is not that there was anything but abso

gious "body." As for the parish lute sincerity in such sayings, and churches, here for once Liddon felt many more: "I have got into St. even as did Stanley. I see the solemn Mary's College, and I am happy;" expression with which Liddon said, when housed under Tulloch's roof. It walking in the still October sunshine is that the intense sympathy which amid great trees yet green, "I don't made him at home here, made him

equally at home in fifty other places. We could not expect to keep to ourselves the man who knew so many historic cities, so many famous men. And the Kremlin, St. Petersburg,

see how the visible continuity of the Church of England could be maintained if she were stripped of the fabrics." And indeed whatever Communion possessed the cathedrals and the parish churches would be in the Rome, Avignon, Nuremberg, vulgar estimate the Church of England. more by far than our wind-swept ruins. I do not know whether or not a most It pleased him to sit in the General illustrious statesman is of the same Assembly; but it had pleased him inmind still concerning that proposed comparably more could he have been spoliation, as when he said to Liddon at Rome when the Conclave elected a

in the most fervid tones, "I would fight with my hands to prevent that!" Considering how small a place St. Andrews is, it is wonderful how much

were

pope. One never forgets "There's nothing in the world so interests me as an ecclesiastical curiosity." Some of us here he regarded as approaching to being ecclesiastical curiosities. And hear the voice, as he looked from the when he first preached in the parish "Ladies' Links" on the green waves

church here, a brilliant London periodical had the philosophy of the case ready. "Dean Stanley, being tired of the abbey, is rushing about seeking all sorts of queer pulpits to preach from." Or is it that the authors of these excellent volumes know little or nothing of Scotland; and care even less? I cannot but think that if Stanley had written his autobiography, Scotland would have bulked larger; if one may use a horrible church-court phrase, in which, and the like of which, Stanley delighted. He held them as wonderful instances of extreme degradation of the language; and having got a list of them from Shairp and myself (Tulloch cautioning us not to give it) he poured them out when presiding at the dinner of the Literary Fund. The biography is a piece of most faithful work; the man is truly represented here, even to foibles which we never thought foibles. We can remember nothing but good of him. All that is said in these two volumes is right, is fair, is laboriously accurate. But it must be said: The man does not live and move, hurry about and eagerly talk, start up from his breakfast and forget he has eaten

of the famous bay tumbling in on the sandy beach, "Ah, Westminster is very good, but there's nothing like this there!" And a Scot likes not to read of "the Rev. James Caird," as the great preacher of a preaching church and country for the last forty years. We call him the Very Rev. John Caird, D.D. LL.D., Principal of the great University of Glasgow. I see Stanley told that we heard much of Bishop Magee of Peterborough as a pulpit orator; reminded that he had listened to both Caird and Magee at their best; asked how he would place them. I hear the answer, given without hesitation and with extreme fervor : "Caird first; and the bishop second, longo intervallo." Then, preaching for Hugh Pearson in the charming church of Sonning, when the organ was under repair. Service over, H. P. regretted that the music was not so good as usual, there being no organ. Then the great dean, passing by the pipeless case, "Bless me! Neither there is. I had never remarked it." It was driving from Twyford to Sonning Vicarage that Stanley met what greatly pleased him. He was just married. Lady Augusta

nothing; quite as it used to be. I and her maid were inside the fly, and know what the dignity of such a biog- Stanley had climbed to the box beside raphy demands; I bow to the better the driver. "I see you have got Lady

Augusta Bruce inside," said the friendly Jehu; "I used to be at Windsor, and knew about her there." Said the dean, "Not Lady Augusta Bruce now; Lady Augusta Stanley. She's my wife." To which the driver replied, with unsimulated heartiness, "Then, sir, I wish you joy. You have got about the best woman in the world." It may here be recorded that the pulpit whence Stanley had descended on that day without an organ, drew forth one austere remark from Bishop Blomfield of London. "So you have got a stone pulpit," he said

judgment of Mr. Prothero and Dean Bradley; no writer could be more competent than either; and the pen is always restrained by a good taste which never for a moment fails. But still, I look back; I see things through a mist of tears. I walk in these streets, on the Links, beside the weary, bent, slight little figure; Bishop Ryle of Liverpool is just the same age, and they entered Oxford the same day: Would that Stanley could have been given the like stalwart frame! I see him, just in from a four-miles round on the "green," having promised to lie down and rest before dinner where much to Pearson. " I don't like it. I prefer

talking must be, laid hold of by certain devout women, and feebly starting to go out a bit again, looking sadly bent and shaky; it was near the end. I

a wooden pulpit. In most cases, it is much liker the preacher."

I have seen many photographs of Stanley, but that at the beginning of

the biography is quite the worst I ever save only one, who was yet more hopesaw. It is singularly unfortunate. It less; being unable to grasp simple gives the idea of a much larger man. addition and multiplication. But while And it has a fixed, stony look which is Stanley remained unchanged to the far indeed from the mobile, ever-end, the other boy was to develop a changing face we knew. Of course, mastery of arithmetic altogether phethe features are there; but a stranger nomenal. He was to be the great would never guess how refined, how finance minister of after years, Mr. small they were. I have seen Stanley, Gladstone; the chancellor of the exfor a minute or two, look like that; chequer who could make a budget two or three times of the hundreds in speech enchaining. The future prewhich I have watched him intently. mier was a good deal Stanley's senior, Not in the pulpit of the Abbey did he but they met. The boy's judgment is, look so grave. Once, perhaps, sitting"He is so very good-natured, and I before a great fire in the vestry of the parish church before going to preach, I saw that look, and thought it strange. But even then, the face was half the size which is here suggested.

like him very much." Stanley had no ear for music; and no sense of smell. This latter implies the almost utter absence of the sense of taste. I see and hear him at Tulloch's dinner-table, when some mention was made (by one ignorant of the facts) of a great man who lacked power of smelling, vehemently tapping his nose, and exclaiming, "Here, here!" He told how once in his life, driving through a fragrant pine wood in the Alps after a shower, he had what he supposed must be the sense of smell for just half an hour: "It made the world like Paradise." And indeed, any one who were allowed to penetrate into retired nooks in the deanery in departed days, were well assured that its master had not that sense. If he had possessed it, the sanitary arrangements would have been seen to, and the dean would not have died when and how he did. It is terrible to think that the beautiful little face was not recognizable when it was hidden forever. Hugh Pearson was not allowed to see it. Not that it mattered. As Samuel Rutherford said, dying, "Glory dwelleth in Immanuel's land." And the old friends have long since met There.

"I should have been a dull, heavy, stupid son of a Cheshire squire, one of a sluggish race, but that my grandfather married a clever, lively Welshwoman; we have heard these words more than twice or thrice. When Arthur Penrhyn Stanley was born on December 13, 1815, his father, afterwards known as Bishop of Norwich, was rector of Alderley, son of Sir John Thomas Stanley, who in 1839 became the first Lord Stanley of Alderley. The biography tells us that the future dean was christened Arthur, "mainly, doubtless, in honor of the hero of Waterloo, whose name was at that time on all men's lips; partly, perhaps, like the first-born of the first Tudor king, in memory of his Welsh ancestry." But this is a bit of imaginative history; some here know better than that. In this house, I have heard him say to a little boy, "If I tell you I was born in the second half of 1815, can you tell me why I am called Arthur? There was but the one reason known to himself. In September, 1824, he was sent When at Seaforth the boy was taken to a preparatory school at Seaforth, a to a three hours' missionary meeting at quiet hamlet on the Mersey, taught Liverpool, hard by. At the end of it by Mr. Rawson, the parish clergyman. He was bright and clever; but he could not learn arithmetic. The biographer does not know, what I have heard Stanley say, that Mr. Rawson declared that Arthur was the stupidest boy at figures who ever came under his care,

"I felt rather sick, and had to go out." I thought of the day on which I went with him to hear a Privy Council judgment. We were in what he called "the dress circle;" but after an hour of Lord Chancellor Cairns: "I can't stand any more of this; come away."

It was pleasant going from the deanery | there is only needed, that there only to Downing Street, to see all the cab- should be, one: viz., I believe that

talents, and his entire amiability, se- things is probably about as near to

When after reciting his beautiful prize poem, "Charles Martel," he returned from Arnold's chair so loaded with prize books that he could hardly Gypsies." Soon beginning to chafe at carry them, his face radiant, yet so subscription; specially dreading the exquisitely modest, and free from all damnatory clauses of the Athanasian conceit, that we outsiders all rejoiced at "little Stanley's successes."

could at Rugby, but had already gained consecration in the Abbey. "It is inhigh honor for the school at the uni- teresting to remember that this excelversity. Soon after going to Oxford, lent person, not holding the Double the future Broad Churchman appears Procession of the Holy Ghost, accordin an earnest letter to his confidant ing to the Athanasian Creed, without C. J. Vaughan; whom it is enough to

"Alas that a Church that has so divine a service should keep its long list of Articles ! I am strengthened Roman Catholics may become memmore and more in my opinion, that bers of the Church and universities of England, which I for one cannot been in another person." Somehow, deplore."

He was ordained by the Bishop of Oxford, after some hesitation on his own part. In 1846, after he had become his father's chaplain, he writes of an ordination in which he had taken part in Norwich Cathedral :

"A heart-rending sight, half prose, half poetry, half Protestant, half Catholic; an impressive ceremony with its meaning torn away; a profession, really of some importance, and claiming to be of the highest, dislocated from its place in society."

I have heard him tell the story of his first sermon, in a village church near Norwich. Two old women, after service. The first, "Well, I do feel empty-like." The other, "And so do I. That young man did not give us much to feed on." Assuredly he did not preach "a rich Gospel."

One does not mind about Stanley being known by at least four pet names. But it startles, to find the serious Tait, after his historic condemnation

one would not like to be defended in that particular way. On a Sunday evening in 1847 Stanley preached in the college chapel, with the unfortunate drawback of having a glove on his head; being quite unaware of the fact. Very like the inaccurate genius who would date a letter the wrong month of the wrong year.

In the autumn of 1849 Stanley's father died; curiously at Brahan Castle, near Dingwall. Dean Hinds of Carlisle was appointed Bishop of Norwich, and Stanley was offered the deanery of Carlisle. He was not yet thirtyfour. Had he accepted, it would have changed the course of another life. Tait was glad to leave Rugby for Carlisle. Had Stanley been there, it is quite certain that Tait's five children could not have died from the poisonous drains of the deanery; in which case Tait would not have been thought of for the bishopric of London, and the history of the Church of England might have been different. "The real

of Tract 90, addressed as Belvedere attraction" of the Canterbury canonry, and my dear Greis. An unlucky as- in 1851, was that it made a home for sociation brings back Goldsmith's "I his mother and sister. "Sinai and am known as their agreeable Rattle. Palestine" appeared in March, 1856. Rattle is not my real name, but one I'm known by." It is to be confessed that, after he was archbishop, I have heard him called Potato. But that was by a very High Churchman, who held him as little better than a Presbyterian.

Nothing need be said of Arnold's death, in June, 1842, nor of the famous life. "I have written just two books, which really made an impression," one

"Nothing I have ever written has so much interested and instructed me in the writing." The success was instant and immense. But the saintly Keble felt called to testify. Yet Stanley testified in favor of the "Christian Year," when a "rabid Protestant" declared it was of "very improper tendency." "I confess my blood boils at such fiendish folly and stupidity." In August, 1856, he was at Dumfries, and

has heard him say. The other, of visited the beautiful churchyard of course, was "Sinai and Palestine." Kirkpatrick-Irongray, where Jeanie When Tait was elected Arnold's Deans lies under a monument erected successor, Stanley was in deep de- by Sir Walter. It is a Covenanting spondency as to the sufficiency of his region, and Stanley was greatly interscholarship. During the Hampden ested. In those days the writer was controversy, Stanley wrote to his sister incumbent of that parish; but he did in defence of Bishop Wilberforce's ac- not meet Stanley till 1862. At this tion. Stanley did not think it wise, time it was put about that Stanley was but he thought it sincere. And the to be Bishop of London; but every significant words occur, "any act of one knows that in September, 1856, undoubted sincerity in him is worth Tait was appointed. It was a curious ten times as much as it would have sight to see men in the New Club at