Rugby in those early years, and as I first remember it a few years later, was a very different place from what it is now. The School-buildings, of a somewhat Puginesque Gothic, were well-proportioned and almost venerable. The incongruous and streaky additions and the flimsy gazebo known as the Chapel Tower were non-existent. The streets bore the appearance of those of a quiet country town. The station had not assumed the prominence that it now bears, and the tract of land between the town and the station had but a few respectable houses, instead of the new and uninteresting streets that now cover it. The country, the flatness of which Dr Arnold used to deplore, is pleasant pasture land, rich in wood and water, and great grass fields. My father used often to describe how delightful his work was. He had only the first lesson in school; he used to read most of the morning, and in the afternoon ride all over the country. He acquired at this time that extreme love for horses and riding, which never left him. In the evening he worked with individual pupils. The first year that he went in for his Fellowship, Lightfoot and Hort were elected, though he was second to Lightfoot in Classics, chiefly from a beautiful rendering into Greek Hexameters of a part of the Morte d'Arthur'. He was elected the following year. My father was very fond of talking about Rugby and his early days; he delighted to recall the guise in which it was thought proper to attend Chapel on Sundays. Before he was ordained he used to assume on Sundays light pearl grey trousers, a blue frock coat, collars which rose to the middle of the cheek, and an expansive silk tie tied in a hard knot and very much fluffed out at the ends with a wonderful ornamentation of “birds like toucans or bit-baskets 1 Life and Letters of Fenton J. A. Hort, vol. 1. p. 232. filled with flowers!"-a pair of lilac gloves, a silk Bachelor's gown and a cap completed the vision. But I think that he must have been always old-fashioned in the matter of dress, since, when Headmaster of Wellington, he used at first to wear a dress coat in the mornings and maintain that it was not only more proper but more economical. My father's colleagues at Rugby were certainly a distinguished body; rarely have there been collected at any public school so many men who made their mark in the world afterwards. Besides Dr Goulburn and Dr Temple, the Headmasters under whom he served, there were the Rev. C. T. Arnold (died 1878), the Rev. H. Highton, afterwards Principal of Cheltenham (died 1874), R. B. Mayor, late Rector of Frating and Canon of St Albans, G. G. Bradley, afterwards Headmaster of Marlborough and now Dean of Westminster, J. C. Shairp, afterwards Professor of Poetry at Oxford, and Principal of St Andrews, T. S. Evans, afterwards Canon of Durham and Professor of Greek in Durham University, Charles Evans, afterwards Headmaster of King Edward's School, Birmingham, and Canon of Worcester, Berdmore Compton, afterwards Vicar of All Saints, Margaret Street, and Prebendary of St Paul's, the Rev. P. Bowden Smith who died in 1894, T. W. Jex-Blake, afterwards Principal of Cheltenham, Headmaster of Rugby and now Dean of Wells, A. G. Butler, afterwards Headmaster of Haileybury and now Vice-provost of Oriel College, Oxford, and C. B. Hutchinson, now Canon of Canterbury. It is a remarkable list; and it is not to be wondered at that my father found the society of such colleagues stimulating and encouraging. My father wrote an interesting reminiscence of Principal Shairp in 1887 shortly after the death of the latter. In it he said: His exclusive love of Scotland was delicious....I remember well being one of a committee of four to settle a History subject for an examination in Dr Goulburn's study. One suggested one period and one another. But Shairp objected to a political period as full of the worst premature lessons for boys, and to the French Revolution as too horrible, and to the Great Rebellion as a good cause overthrown by its own badness, and to French periods generally as mad or selfish, and to the Conquest because nothing was known about it, and to others as dry or badly told-until we asked him to settle his own subject, when he said, so far as boys were concerned, the only real History was the History of Scotland-and the best and most feeling narrative was the Tales of a Grandfather. Similarly someone commended in his hearing a fellow-countryman of his own who spoke English so purely that there was not a trace of northern pronunciation or accent. Shairp said in the broadest yet most polished of Scotch tones, "I never knew the man who deliberately tried to be rid of his natural brogue, but there was something radically base in the man." My father kept a somewhat spasmodic diary at Rugby, summarising the events of months in a few lines: he writes in March 1853. I am so much in arrear with my diary that I shall never fill it up. A few happy days at Redland, a few more with my sisters at Pennsylvania', two or three with Prince Frederic at Combe, my journey with him to Cambridge, Southampton, Winchester-all had their pleasures and distinct impressions. Then my seven happy weeks at Cambridge, my delightful summery rooms in the deep shade of the avenue, my first perusal of Chaucer with Mr Martin, strolling and sitting in the Roundabout when it was too hot to walk out; my most unexpected appointment to Rugby and visit of Eleanor and Em. with Mrs S., Miss Crofts and Minnie and Henry to Cambridge, closing all with a delightful week-the seal of my Cambridge life -all the scenes of this most happy year. The good-natured rallying of the masters on my youthful looks set me at ease with them, and Chas. Evans soon put me in the way of my work, and soon I was settled and busy--I had fifty-two private pupils at once, form work for a first lesson only, 1 A suburb of Exeter, where his uncle William Jackson was living. as I had to read for my fellowship and could not undertake more. I enjoyed the work thoroughly, and frequently had to take the Sixth form for Dr Goulburn, which was pleasant. How strange the first time to kneel down in Arnold's school with the Rugby Sixth and use Arnold's familiar Prayer before work. Could I have believed it? My visit to Cambridge for the fellowship examination, happy, and the result satisfactory. My ordination at Christmas by Bishop of Manchester at Bury January 9. The rest of my holidays spent at Redland. My second half year is gliding on as happily as the first, busy, full of energy and spirit. But I am doing very little work for myself, my health is so unsteady and Dr Barnard's language so strong that I dare not (do more). Two years he says I ought to give to recover a strong body, if I am to live and work heartily. I trust I am doing right—but it is fearful to see the year rolling on so fast and my books at a standstill. I am about to give up my first lesson entirely and confine myself to private pupil work with the exception of a Lecture on Composition with Studies therein to the Twenty, Fifth and Second Fifth-this latter being considered equivalent to my first lessons in amount of work. I trust I may be able to effect something-the composition of the school is at a low ebb, and its scholarship generally. Something seems to ail the place at present. Dr Goulburn has too low an estimate of innate goodness in boys. I am sure their tendency is not evil but good, thoroughly good, however often they fall. "Greater is He that is in them. than he that is in the world." In 1853 my father was elected a Fellow of Trinity, and he then took up more school work and at the same time threw himself with great energy into theological reading. He studied Hippolytus, the Greek Father, with a view to producing an edition: he alludes to this in his Cyprian as his "juvenile lucubrations'." 1 Two articles from his pen appeared in the Journal of Classical and Sacred Philology in March and November, 1854, respectively. One is on the "Martyrdom and Commemorations of St Hippolytus," the other on "The Fragments of a Hymn to Aesculapius preserved in the IVth Book of St Hippolytus." My father refused a boarding house, but cultivated intimate relations with his pupils: in the holidays he travelled assiduously, visiting Rome with Lightfoot, and working many hours a day at churches and galleries. He also visited most of the important French Cathedrals, and, to show the minute accuracy with which he threw himself into details, he identified and catalogued the Statues at Rheims, several hundred in number. He then began the patient accumulation of pictures, photographs and engravings, mostly of sacred subjects and ecclesiastical buildings, of which he procured a great number, neatly arranged in portfolios. When at Rome he was presented to the Pope, Pio Nono; and he and Lightfoot having come to the Vatican in frock coats, he used to describe how the services of a friendly Chamberlain were volunteered to pin the offending garments into the shape of dress-coats. I have heard him say how on that or some similar occasion an English clergyman and his wife attended the Pope's levée, and the clergyman, a pillar of the strictest orthodoxy, who had only been prevailed upon by his wife's insistence to attend, was standing by my father when the Pope entered, and all present knelt down. This gentleman, to the bystanders' intense amusement, muttered to his wife, "This is too ridiculous, I can't do this." "You must, dear-it is only proper-mere courtesy." "Well, it will have to be only one knee then." On the same visit my father had his hat crushed over his brows by an enthusiastic spectator, because, unconscious of the Pope's approach, he had not removed it in time. To Mary Sidgwick, then twelve years old. MY DEAREST MINNIE, Dec. 31, 1854. ......The Pope was there. He sat in a great canopy on one side, there were 40 or 50 Cardinals all in their scarlet and |