you are of their set; and no doubt they
make themselves agreeable enough to
you, however high and mighty they may
be to us.
When Mary is your wife, she
will stand by the county folks too, I dare
swear," pinching her ear; "but you see,
I am a plain man, and if people will take
me as I am, I am neighborly; but if they
are too fine for anything but a nod, and a
'How are you?' as if I was their grocer
or their baker, and talk of nothing but the
weather when they come to the bank, and
won't visit me in my own house, nor know
my wife and daughters, why, I don't like
it, and I don't pretend to like it. And as
for this London miss

"But is she a London miss, Jem?" said Mary again.

"What she should trouble her head about our ball for, I cannot imagine," proceeded Mr. Tufnell, without a pause. "Can't she get balls enough in London without running after them down here, asking for invitations, and taking up other girls' partners? I suppose you will have to ask her "to Challoner - "as she is a lady you know; you will have to ask her once, but I should not put myself out of my way to do it twice. Let her take her chance; let her fare as the other girls do; why should we trouble ourselves about a stranger who has nothing to do with any of us? The Windlasses not even coming with her, and Jem here the only friend she has

Jem laughed; he could not help it. "Eh?" said the banker, amazed. "My acquaintance with Miss Appleby, sir, is so slight that it is not worth mentioning. I met her in the autumn at a house where I was pheasant-shooting. She is not likely to to

"To remember you?"

book my mood changed at once it was as if by the waving of an enchanter's wand a magic mirror before me had been filled with all the shapes of the past, of which past he once formed so prominent a part. I looked back through my whole life, with its hopes and disappointments, its successes and failures, its joys and sorrows; and my momentary wrath was soon followed by a profound self-contempt that I had suffered myself to be moved, for however short a time, by the idle utterances of those anonymous idiūrai. Not that the retrospect, as far as Hope is concerned, was without its own share of pain. I felt with renewed bitterness of regret how a wall of separation had gradually grown up between us, and how our once intimate friendship, though never extin guished, as I hope and believe, had gradually drifted into abeyance. In the mean time, having read the book, what awakens in me gratitude towards Mr. Ornsby is the admirable manner in which he has illustrated Hope-Scott's distinguishing characteristic - I mean his unquenchable, and if I may say so without irreverence, his Christ-like, benefi cence. I am not prepared, however, to concede to Mr. Ornsby that the Roman Church is to be credited with the birth and development of this beautiful quality, inasmuch as it was displayed in at least equal vigor before he joined that communion. Indeed, I can give an instance of how it was exercised on my own behalf whilst he was yet a fellow of Merton. Of course as we were still intimate, though even then less closely united than we had been, it does not amount to much, still many a sincere friend might have done less, with perfect self-satisfaction on his part, and complete acquiescence on mine.

"To care to remember me. She has My father, whose health had been long cut me dead twice in the street."

From Macmillan's Magazine. JAMES HOPE-SCOTT. WHILST I was reading, with more anger I confess than becomes my age, some ill-natured comments on my collected poems, by one of those infallible paragraph-mongers who dispose of your life's work in a single insolent sentence, the memoir of James Hope-Scott was sent to me. At the very touch and sight of the

Memoirs of James Hope-Scott, of Abbotsford. By Kobert Ornsby, M.A. London: John Murray.

declining, was seized with fatal symptoms at the end of November, 1839. Hope, who was warned of this at Merton, came over about nine o'clock to the common room at All Souls', where I then was, with a post-chaise he had already procured. He broke the sad news to me with the utmost tenderness; and then, during the inclement winter night that followed, insisted on accompanying me to town and soothing me, to the best of his power, during the dreary journey. On reading the book before me I feel now, even more than I did then, that this was a necessity of his nature, and that he would have done for other men under the same circumstances what he did for me, not so much from motives of friendship, as be

cause the warmth of his benevolence | ciety either at Eton or Oxford. This always led him to give up his time, his explains why his acquaintance with Mr. sympathy, and his money, to any one in Gladstone at that time was so compara. distress. This I must acknowledge is tively slight. Mr. Ornsby says he was the one feature of the book in which I given to punning, and I recollect the puntake a real interest, Bishop Gobat and ning reason he gave for refusing to join the Ecclesiastical Titles Bill being not our discussions at Oxford. He said the much to my taste; and as for the Apos- place was only fitted for "des bêtes; "howtolical Succession, I must frankly own, ever, as the first speech that he made was though I know it will be considered a pes- almost as great a success as Erskine's, tilent heresy, that to me the successors of practice beforehand would not probably the apostles are those who inherit most have been of much use. Mr. Coleridge, his nearly their gifts, graces, and powers, and tutor, in a letter (pp. 13, 14), complains of not a set of men, good, bad, and indiffer- his insufficient scholarship. If this is ent, who come after the other under a true he probably lost some at Eton, besort of celestial deed of entail. This no- cause, as he got a double remove into the tion, in my judgment, belongs to a very fifth form shortly after he came there, Mr. technical, if not to a somewhat unspirit- Polehampton must have sent him up very ual, creed. However, let us leave these well prepared. The fact is that, though general reflections and begin at the be- Eton was a good school of its kind, it was ginning. not one of the orthodox kind - its merits, I must start by correcting an unimpor- as I have said elsewhere, were quite differtant mistake of Mr. Ornsby's. He says: ent from those of Shrewsbury and Win"In 1824 James was removed to the Rev. chester. A boy who learnt quickly by Edward Polehampton's preparatory school heart, and acquired the power of putting for Eton, at Greenford Rectory; among the Virgil and Ovid which he had learnt his companions there were Lord Selkirk by heart into tolerable verses, was not and the present Sir Francis Doyle." In obliged to do anything else. This sub1824 I was already at Eton, and so far jected us to great disadvantages at the from having been at Mr. Polehampton's university; we had no more chance with Hope, I never heard him mention against the Shrewsbury boys of winning the reverend gentleman's name. My first the university scholarship than a halfacquaintance with Hope was in 1825, trained horse has of carrying off the when he came to the house of Mrs. Holt, Derby; and it took us our whole three our dame. He was about two years years to acquire a sufficiently accurate younger than I was. I gave him my ad- knowledge of Greek to go into the schools vice for what it was worth, about his with any hope of success. This, perhaps, verses, private business, and the like. was one of the reasons why Hope would He was wonderfully handsome and agree not attempt honors. Mr. Ornsby quotes able-looking, with very charming manners. some Latin verses of his from a copy We associated with each other, however, which was sent up for good at Eton. I mostly in the house, I naturally taking am rather amused at one of the expresmy exercise and amusements with boys sions, because it is borrowed from a line nearer my own part of the school, who which I recollect showing him some fiftywere friends already made. For some seven years ago, and certainly have never reason or other, perhaps from indolence thought of since. In an old Eton prize an indolence which Mr. Ornsby attrib- poem (there were no prize poems in our utes to the effects of a severe typhus time, more's the pity), was to be found a fever that attacked him when in Italy very graceful passage about the Thames he was not particularly keen about school distinctions of any sort. I was driven to literature and verse-making because I was as blind as a bat, and somewhat lame from an early accident; but there was no apparent reason why he should not have fig. ured conspicuously in the playing fields, or rowed in the boats. But to the best of my recollection, he didn't do any great things in that line; nor, on the other hand, did he show much zeal for Greek and Latin; nor again, what I always regretted, would he join the debating so

Rodit arundineas facili sinuamine ripas, etc.

Hope, in the verses cited by Mr. Ornsby, borrows the words facili sinuamine, making a very harmonious cadence; but I own to a doubt whether sinuamen belongs to the Augustan era, and to that we were as closely confined in general as a pet squirrel is to his cage.As, however, Keats and Coleridge passed it over fifty-seven years ago, this is not of much importance now. Either I catch, or I imagine that I catch, a faint sigh of regret

coming from Mr. Ornsby, when he recalls | cardinal). Manning, whom I had known those Eton and early Oxford days, and fairly well at Oxford, once called upon me, does not find in them a stronger religious if I recollect rightly, three times in one element. I should rather have expected week, and on the last occasion asked me this regret from a Baptist than a Roman to take a walk with him in the park at Catholic. Hope, of course, might have some future time, to which I gladly conbeen one of those early pietists enriching sented; but when the day came his zeal a tract (I do not mean one of Dr. New for it had somehow evaporated, and the man's tracts, quite the reverse), and dying proposed expedition never came off. Duryoung in the odor of sanctity. To me, ing one of our conversations I expressed confess an Eton boy who looks upon the my deep regret that Hope and I had bedevil as his special adversary, instead of come estranged, adding that as I was sure "that awful left-handed Harrow bowler," the estrangement was altogether a reliand whose meditations are how to save gious, and not a personal, one, I had never his soul from the assaults of sin, instead felt the smallest resentment. Manning of his wicket from the impulse of a leg confidently asserted in return that Hope shooter, is no object of admiration. More- still cherished for me the strongest regard, over, if Hope had been all that ultra- and went on to say that his position Calvinists desire, instead of a brilliant, towards Gladstone was exactly the same handsome lad, full of spirit and promise, as mine towards Hope; then putting on beloved by all about him, and showing his wonderfully insinuating manner, which signs of real talent to those who rightly knew what he was, Mr. Ornsby should reflect that all tractarians of that kind die in their teens, and die Protestants -so that the "fisherman's net" would have failed to secure one of its most valuable captives. At Oxford our friendship was even closer than at Eton, as we lived together both in doors and out. Our principal relaxation was riding on Oxford hacks, whose absolute duty it was always to gal lop, so that they had almost forgotten the arts of trotting and walking. We read a good deal together in our rooms, principally Plato, and used to discuss him afterwards according to our lights. This still interests me as connected with almost the last flashing up of our half-extinguished friendship. A poem of mine, "The Vision of Er, the Pamphylian," founded upon a legend in the "Republic" of Plato, was privately printed before I gave it to the world. I sent it to him- this was after his conversion with a letter to this effect:

MY DEAR HOPE, - Circumstances have caused us to drift asunder, but I do not see that there is anything in that to prevent me from forwarding to you these verses, in memory of the books we read and the thoughts we interchanged whilst friends at Christ Church.

I received in return an affectionate reply, accompanied by an invitation to Abbotsford. This invitation I was unfortunately obliged to decline, so that I never saw him in his own house after he became a Roman Catholic. Yet, as I have said before, I hope the old feelings still lived with him as with me. Indeed I was assured as much as this by Manning (since

would have conquered me at once if I had been a woman and not a man, he continued thus: "Oh, how I wish we could get up a religious Grillon's, don't you?" Of course I did, and I told him so, fancying nevertheless that his endeavor to impress me that he was likely to aim at establishing such an institution was a compliment addressed to my heart rather than to my understanding. On considering the matter afterwards I have no doubt that the feeling which dictated this somewhat anomalous wish was perfectly sincere; still, if grace before and after meat be an act of devotion in which all at table join, it would have been not a little difficult to manage even this slender rite at the Barmecide feasts of his imaginary club.

And now to return to Oxford and to my friend Hope. We rode and we walked; we read and talked and dined together; we confided to each other our hopes and longings, and never, I suppose, were two men on more confidential terms than he and I, until the rift in the lute began to show itself. The gloom that fell upon him after his first year at Christ Church, and turned him from the most brilliant youth of his day into something like a hermit, made no difference as far as I was concerned, although it grieved me much. I can read now between the lines of my letter (pp. 72, 73) what it was I feared; still, if there was any danger of this, which I do not assert, it was entirely averted by his giving up the idea of taking orders, and entering upon a career of great and continuous activity. When I made my recommendation that, if he went into the Church, he should occupy himself with some important ecclesiastical or philo.

relations, and though, even before that time, their friendship was not quite the friendship of old, as might have been expected, it particularly affected Mr. Gladstone. I quote one or two passages from his letter to Miss Hope-Scott. “Regarding (forgive me) the adoption of the Roman religion by members of the Church of England as nearly the greatest calamity that could befall Christian faith in this country, I rapidly became alarmed when these changes began. . . On June 18, 1851, he wrote to me the beautiful letter No. 95. It was the epitaph of our friendship, which continued to live, but only, or almost only, as it lives between those who inhabit different worlds."

friendship began, to continue without does not seem to me of much importance abatement till Hope became a Roman to dwell upon the gradual steps by which Catholic. For ten years or so they were Hope's change of religion was brought associated in promoting worthy objects, about. The appointment of Bishop Gobat and in trying to elevate our Erastianized to the Anglo-Prussian see at Jerusalem, establishment to that position which, as a the Gorham controversy, and Lord John true branch of the catholic Church, they Russell's Ecclesiastical Titles Bill, shook conceived she was bound to occupy. his confidence in the Church of England, How these hopes and aspirations grad- and he became a Romanist before Easter ually failed the book will tell those who in 1851. His conversion was the cause care to know, but Glen Almond College, of much sorrow among his friends and in Perthshire, still remains as a memorial of their joint labors. In the mean time Hope was drifting gradually to Rome, and the following passage in a letter dated 1841, "Ah, S., there may be abuses and scandals at Rome, but there are higher regions and wider views in the governing part," would have shown to anybody who considered the matter what the end would probably be. Still some may think that his conversion might never have taken place but for Cardinal Newman. That great man's ardent zeal and extraordinary genius drew all those within his sphere, like a magnet, to attach themselves to him and his doctrines. Nay, before he himself became a Romanist, his mesmeric influence, as it were, acted not only upon the Tractarians, but even in some degree upon outsiders like myself. Whenever I was at Oxford I used regularly to go and listen to his sermon at St. Mary's in the afternoon, and have never heard such a preacher since. I do not know whether it is a mere fancy of mine, or whether those who know him better will accept and endorse my belief, that one element of his wonderful power developed itself after this fashion. He always began as if he had determined to set forth his idea of the truth in the plainest and simplest language-language, as men say, intelligible to the meanest understanding; but his burning zeal and his fine poetical imag. ination were not thus to be controlled. As I hung upon his words I thought I could trace behind his will, and pressing against it, a rush of thoughts and images which he ever struggled to keep back; but in the end they were generally too strong for him, and poured themselves out in a torrent of eloquence all the more impetuous for having been so long rethink this is no unfit place to quote some pressed.

The effect of these outbursts was irresistible, and carried his hearers beyond themselves at once. Even when his efforts at self-restraint were more successful than usual, that very effort gave a life and color to his style which riveted the attention of all within reach of his voice. It

Of the three events which shook Hope's faith in the Church of England, the first, viz., the Anglo-Prussian bishopric, was the only one about which Hope ever said a word to me. He was, I know from himself, extremely angry at certain unnamed differences between the English and German documents, purporting to be identi cal, which were issued for the regulation of the see. He accused some person or persons of intentionally deceiving both nations, and strongly opposed the measure on that ground, though the Erastian character of the arrangement would have been quite sufficient to secure his hostility at any rate. I believe the experiment ended in a complete failure.

The only other time I ever heard it alluded to was when a friend of mine came back from Jerusalem, and informed me that he had attended divine service once, but as the bishop would persist in saying "Let us bray," he had declined to enroll himself in such a congregation. In taking leave of Hope as a Protestant, I

remarks of Lord Blachford, which seem to me absolutely perfect in their skilful and delicate analysis of his character: "Of course he [Mr. Hope-Scott] had many noble characteristics in common with oth ers. But what was unequalled, or at least unsurpassed, in him was his power of charming and persuading everybody he