THE LIFE OF

EDWARD WHITE BENSON

SOMETIME ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY

BY HIS SON

ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON

OF ETON COLLEGE

“Not only to believe on Him, but also to suffer for His sake, having
the same conflict which ye saw in me, and now hear to be in me.”

IN TWO VOLUMES

VOL. I.

London
MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED

NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN COMPANY

1899

[All Rights reserved]

To My Mother.

To her who loved him best, whom he loved best;

To her, who gave her life to guard, to tend,

To comfort; loving wife, deep-hearted friend, True comrade, to the threshold of his rest :Not with unreasoning worship softly drest

To please his mood, but subtly wise to blend

Large love with tender counsel, to unbend The anxious brow, and cheer the labouring breast.

Therefore, because to-day the sacred fires
Of Love and Loss burn gently, fragrantly,

I who have drawn his likeness, drawn with tears, Proud tears, and infinite longings, great desires,

The loving labour of laborious years In love, in hope, I consecrate to thee.