1913-1914
The object of the great gathering, in the summer of 1913, of
Benedictine abbots in Rome, whither they had been especially summoned
by the _Abbas Abbatum_, Pope Pius X., was not primarily devotional or
liturgical, like the assemblage just held at Monte Cassino. It was
first and foremost a business meeting, called for the purpose of
electing a coadjutor (with right of succession) to the first Abbot
Primate of the Order, Dom Hildebrand de Hemptinne, the distinguished
Belgian prelate, who, after a life entirely devoted to the interests of
the Church and of his brother-monks, had been compelled by impaired and
enfeebled health to retire from all active work. One of his most
notable achievements had been the planning and erection, at the
instance and with the generous help of Leo XIII., of the noble monastic
college on the Aventine, which that Pontiff declared would be the
greatest material monument of his fifteen years' tenure of the see of
Peter. It was pathetic that, although in residence at St. Anselm's
College (his own beloved foundation) when we assembled there for the
business in hand, Abbot de Hemptinne was quite unable to take any part
in it, or even personally to welcome us to Rome. He appeared only once
in public during our stay {247} there--a mere wreck of the active
personality which had been so long associated with the interests and
the progress of our Order in every part of Christendom. We at Fort
Augustus owed much to his wisdom and sympathetic kindness; and I was
touched to see, during the few minutes' conversation which I had with
him, how his face lightened up, and something of the old alertness
reawakened in his voice and bearing, as we spoke of new hopes and new
developments in connection with our Scottish abbey.[1]
There were at this time just a hundred _abbates regiminis_ (i.e. ruling
abbots, excluding those holding merely titular rank) of Black Monks in
the Christian world; and of these I ranked last--for we took precedence
according to the date of appointment, not according to the antiquity of
our respective abbeys. Seventy-five were actually present in Rome and
most of the absentees had sent proxies to represent them. Four (two
from U.S.A., one Brazilian, and one Australian) were of episcopal rank,
and six others, though not bishops, exercised episcopal jurisdiction.
There were ten Arch-abbots, or abbots-president, of various national
Congregations; the rank and file being "ruling abbots" from every
country in Christendom. Latin was, of course, the official language at
our meetings, and to some extent the medium also of private
intercourse, though the variations of pronunciation made this a matter
of some difficulty. The great hall of the abbey where our sessions
were held was bad acoustically; and the magnates at the table of honour
(some of them {248} prelates of great age) mumbled so inaudibly that
we, in our humble places at the end of the hall, raised a cry of
"Altius! loquimini altius! nihil audivimus!" and others of the fathers
took up the cry of "Nihil! nihil!" At the first scrutiny the abbot of
Einsiedeln, in Switzerland, got eighty-four out of the ninety-eight
votes, which seemed decisive, and would have been so had he not, "cum
magna gratitudine," but extremely emphatically, declared that nothing
would induce him to accept. The Pope, who was appealed to, expressed
his regret, but declined to put any pressure on the reluctant abbot:
two more scrutinies followed, and finally Abbot von Stotzingen, of
Maria-laach, was elected by seventy-five votes. _Causa finita est_.
Our work finished, I had a few days to renew old happy memories of
Rome, greatly changed (I suppose materially for the better) since my
first visit in 1875. I went the round of the great basilicas, and
explored the vast cemetery of S. Lorenzo in quest of the grave of my
uncle David,[2] laid to rest there fourty-four years before. I found
it in good repair, with flowering shrubs growing round it, and read
with interest the beautiful Latin epitaph, written by the scholarly pen
of Archbishop Manning, who had received him into the Church, and
afterwards officiated at his simple funeral.
I celebrated the Whitsuntide solemnities in our own church of St.
Anselm, much impressed by the virile and sonorous chant of the monastic
choir. {249} I left Rome a few days later, travelling by night to
Milan, where I said mass early in the duomo--more impressive than I had
ever yet seen it in the dull morning light, with the vast spaces in
deep shadow, and the great jewelled windows gleaming faintly through
the murk. From Milan a long and fatiguing journey brought me to
Maredsous, the famous Belgian abbey which I had seen only once since I
had spent four months there as a young monk thirty years before. The
vast pile of building, of dark slate-coloured stone in the severest
Gothic, seemed to have altered little since 1883 (there is something
singularly, almost appallingly, unchangeable about these great
monasteries); but of course the trees about it had grown, and there
were additions near by--one the interesting school of arts and crafts
directed by the monks, where I saw excellent goldsmiths' and enamel
work done by the pupils, as well as fine embroideries. Another new and
striking feature was the nuns' abbey, a quarter of a mile away, with a
large and beautiful church open to the public. I found here an English
portress, with the English name of Sister Winifred; and the abbess, a
sister of our good abbot-primate in Rome, spoke English well; but she
persuaded me (after cake and wine) into giving a _conference_ in French
to her community, about our doings at Monte Cassino and Rome.
It was interesting to pass straight, as I did, from a great modern
abbey in being to the impressive remains of our cathedral priory at
Canterbury, and to sleep in an Elizabethan bedroom constructed within
the ancient guest-hall of the monks. My kind host, Canon Moore,
devoted a day to showing {250} me the wonders of his cathedral; and a
party of cathedral dignitaries (and their wives) were asked to meet me
at dinner. I had some talk with a pleasant, though minor, canon,[3]
who had been for a time in charge of our choir at Magdalen. From
Canterbury I went on to Douai Abbey, to preside at their school
prize-giving, and then to keep St. Philip's _festa_ with the London
Oratorians, who had invited a Fort Augustus monk (Dom Maurus
Caruana[4]) to preach this year the panegyric of their patron saint. I
look back on these Oratory festivals as among the pleasantest of London
summer days--the marble altars in the great church aglow with roses and
lilies and orchids; music of the best from the unrivalled choir:[5]
sometimes a really eloquent sermon, and luncheon afterwards, in company
with all that was best in the Catholic society of the day, in the cool
spacious refectory, hung round with portraits of Faber and Dalgairns
and Knox and other eminent Oratorians. I sat on this occasion next a
kindly _litterateur_ and critic--so kindly a one that even when he does
attack you (as Russell Lowell put it)
"you doubt if the toes
That are trodden upon are your own or your foe's."
{251} We spoke of printers' perennial errors; and he quoted two new to
me--one from the prospectus of a new company: "Six thousand _snares_ of
five pounds each"; and the other from a speech of Lord Carnarvon:
"Every clergyman is expected nowadays to have the intellect and wisdom
of a Jeremy Taylor"--the last two words being transformed by a reporter
into "journeyman tailor!" The word "clergyman" (in these days somewhat
discredited) suggested to my friend Tennyson's dictum: "The majority of
Englishmen think of God as an immeasurable clergyman in a white tie";
and to me a line from the same poet's "May Queen," which had always
seemed to me the _ne plus ultra_ of bathos:[6]
"And that good man, the clergyman, has spoken words of peace."
I stayed a night at Kelburn on my way north to congratulate my
brother-in-law, as it was not only his eightieth birthday, but his
fortieth wedding-anniversary also fell this year. I was glad to find
myself at home again after five weeks' absence; but it was only for a
few weeks, as I had to go to Yorkshire in June, for the quinquennial
General Chapter of our Order at Ampleforth, where our first business
was to re-elect and install Abbot Gasquet as our abbot-president.[7] I
attended, a few days later, {252} a dinner of our Catholic Etonian
Association. Shane Leslie and (Mgr.) Hugh Benson both made capital
speeches, and I had the honour of proposing _Floreat Etona_. George
Lane Fox (a _quondam_ captain of the boats) was our president; and it
was interesting to learn that among Catholic Etonians were three old
captains of oppidans, Lords Abingdon and North, and Sir Francis
Burnand. I stayed for this function with the kind Oratorians, who
always had one or two Etonians in their community.[8] Their spacious
house was delightfully quiet, and the verdant shady garden might have
been two miles, instead of a bare two hundred yards, from the bustle
and traffic of Brompton Road. I assisted next day in their church at
the marriage of another Etonian Catholic, Sir Joseph Tichborne, and
looked with interest on the smart young lifeguardsman, son of the baby
defendant in the famous lawsuit more than forty years before. It is
hard now to realize the _furore_ caused by the great "Tichborne Case,"
which sapped old friendships and engendered lasting animosities among
people who had no earthly connection with it[9]--for the old English
Catholic families, which _were_ {253} closely interested in the matter,
took it very quietly and never discussed it in public. I have never
known since any popular excitement in the least like it.
I was back at Fort Augustus before the end of June; and the summer and
autumn (both wonderfully fine this year) passed quickly and happily.
Long sunshiny days brought us, as always, many visitors, among the
first being the large contingent of Glasgow Catholics who came as
usual, during their "Fair Week," to spend some days at our abbey,
partly in pious exercises and partly in enjoyable excursions. Our most
notable guest this year was perhaps the young King of Uganda (I believe
his proper title was not King but "Kabaka"), who came to Fort Augustus
for a week-end with his dusky suite, and spent some hours with us--a
tall, graceful and agreeable, but very shy, youth in a lovely robe of
peacock blue (he had arrived at the inn the night before wearing a
dingy covert-coat over a sort of white cassock). One of his
fellow-chiefs, I think the only Catholic of the party, had a huge
rosary slung round his neck during the visit to our monastery. Another
distinguished visitor was Cardinal Bourne, whose clerical secretary had
been driving him (_incog._) all over the Highlands, and over all sorts
of roads, in a little two-seater motor. This had to go into hospital
on their arrival; but through the kindness of an American neighbour I
was able to escort our guests in a roomy "Fiat" to Glengarry (our most
notable beauty-spot), and to the famous little inn, embowered in woods
on the edge of the amber rushing Garry, where there were many notable
names in the visitors' book, though {254} not, I think, up till then
the signature of a Prince of the Roman Church. His Eminence's visit
synchronized with our Highland Games and annual concert, both of which
he honoured with his presence; and next day he and his faithful
monsignor trundled off westwards in their little car, much pleased (as
we all were also) with their brief sojourn in our abbey guest-house.
Apart from the normal duties incumbent on the head of a monastic
community, I had, from the time of first taking the reins, placed three
objects in the forefront of my hopes and aspirations, and had
endeavoured never to lose sight of them. These were, first, an
increase in our numbers by the admission of suitable aspirants to our
life; secondly, the renovation and utilization of the long derelict
buildings of the abbey-school, and the reopening of the school itself
as soon as feasible; and thirdly, the hastening of the long anticipated
day when work should be resumed on our abandoned church, and a part of
it, at least, completed and opened for Divine Service. Thanks to the
goodwill and support of my own brethren, and to the interested sympathy
of many friends outside, I had the happiness of seeing all these hopes
in a fair way to be realized within a twelvemonth of my receiving the
abbatial benediction. Four of our first year's batch of novices were
ultimately admitted to profession and to holy orders: they were joined
by two priests from the Scottish mission, both of whom took their vows
after due probation; while there were also affiliated to our community
two young English monks from a German monastery near Birmingham, as
well as a novice from the monastery of Caldey, in South {255} Wales,
almost all the members of which had, with their superior, made their
submission to the Catholic Church in the previous year.[10] We were
all agreed in the wish and hope that the eminently Benedictine work of
the education of youth within our own abbey walls, discontinued for
several years, should be resumed as soon as circumstances permitted.
Carpenters and painters, plasterers and plumbers, were soon busily
engaged at the much-needed work of repair and restoration. The
buildings were practically ready for occupation in the summer of 1914;
but our hopes of reopening the school a few months later were
frustrated by the world-stirring events of July and August of that
year. It was a great satisfaction to all of us to be able, a little
later, to place our renovated college at the disposal of the Red Cross,
and to see it utilized as an Auxiliary Hospital, first for the wounded
soldiers of our gallant Belgian allies, and then for the wounded of our
own armies.[11]
The date of resuming the long suspended work on the fabric of our
greatly-needed church, which I had at least as much at heart as the two
other objects already mentioned, depended, of course, on the slow but
steady increase of our building-fund; and there were always willing
helpers, both within and without our community, toward the ingathering
of a sum without which it would have been {256} imprudent to recommence
operations. Some of our fathers showed most commendable zeal and
energy in the not very pleasant or grateful task of begging: they
planted and watered, and God certainly sent the increase. Among other
efforts, a great garden fete was organized at Terregles, near Dumfries,
the beautiful old seat of the Maxwell-Stuarts. I opened the
proceedings: the day was lovely and the grounds thronged, and a very
substantial sum was realized for our fund. It was a great joy to us
all when, thanks to the success of this and other schemes, we were at
length able to see our way (let me use the obnoxious phrase with
gratitude for once!) to approve of the new plans--a modification of, or
rather a complete departure from, Pugin's elaborate Gothic designs, and
to see our massive Norman choir gradually rising in its severe and
solid beauty. The actual commencement of the work was delayed by a
curious incident--the appearance on the far horizon of a supposed
benefactress, said to be prepared to provide funds to an untold amount
for the erection of our church, on a plan approved by herself. I had
actually to go to Harrogate to discuss this Utopian scheme--not with
the mysterious lady in person, but with a friend who was supposed to
represent her. I never even heard her name, but have every reason to
suppose that it was "Mrs. Harris!" Anyhow the next thing I heard was
that she had sailed (I think) for China, and we never saw, as the
saying goes, the "colour of her money." I do not think that we had
ever really expected to, so the disappointment was the less; and there
was no worse consequence than a little delay which we could very well
put up with after waiting for {257} so many years to get the builders
to work again.
The only event outside our own circle which I recall in the later
months of 1913 was the solemn blessing of the new abbot of Douai (an
old friend and fellow-novice of mine), at which I assisted in October.
The ceremony and subsequent luncheon lasted for nearly five solid
hours, and I began to think that I was getting too old for such
protracted functions! though I found the monks of the Berkshire abbey,
as always, most kind, considerate and hospitable. Staying at Keir on
my way home, I found a big shooting-party assembled--Tullibardines,
Elphinstones, Lovats, Shaw Stewarts and others. All day long they were
banging at pheasants (how remote those days of battues seem in 1922!)
and in the evening there were ghost-stories and music, Lady
Tullibardine's piano-playing and singing (of very high quality indeed)
giving especial pleasure to her hearers.
On our national festival of St. Andrew I had the pleasure of admitting
two novices to profession--the first ceremony of the kind since 1908.
We kept also this month the "silver jubilee" of two of our fathers, of
whom one had been born without an ear (in the musical sense), and had
never sung mass in his life, but on this unique occasion chanted the
Gospel as deacon. December brought wild and stormy weather, which did
not, however, interfere with our customary activities; and many of our
fathers were at this time out giving missions, or temporary assistance
to invalided or absent priests. One of my Boyle nephews--a flying-man
like his younger brother--was married this month {258} to the daughter
of an Australian judge:[12] I could not be present, but telegraphed to
him, "The best of luck to you on earth and in the air!" An unwelcome
December visitant was an epidemic of gastric influenza, which
prostrated some of our community for a week or two; but all were
recovered, and most of our wanderers returned, for the Christmas
festival--a real old-fashioned one as regarded the weather, with hard
frost and snow lying seven inches deep. This was a rather unusual
state of things at Fort Augustus, where the comparatively high
temperature of Loch Ness (never known to freeze even in the hardest
winters) seemed to affect the whole district.[13] Lochaber too, where
winter is as a rule wild and wet rather than cold, was this year
frostbound and snowed up; and our afternoon diversion, on a Sunday
which I spent there, was to trudge a mile or two through the snow and
see the red deer fed by hand--a pretty and unusual spectacle.
Among the domestic incidents of the New Year was the opening of our
village drill-hall, to be available to "all denominations" for
recreational purposes. Hitherto the "Churches" had run their {259} own
halls on more or less exclusive lines; but in the new one the
Protestant lion was to lie down, so to speak, with the Catholic lamb
(or _vice versa_!) and all was to be harmony and peace. I inaugurated
the new era by a lantern-lecture on "Unknown Brazil," which a kindly
newspaper report described as "brimful of information and sparkling
with anecdote and humour!" It was anyhow a successful start and the
hall proved a really valuable addition to our village assets. I was
unable to attend the next lecture--a most interesting illustrated
history of the old Fort--being called south to attend the funeral of
the Bishop of Galloway, an old and faithful friend of our house, with
whom I had been intimate for close on forty years. The funeral
procession, with crucifix and choir, vested clergy and mitred prelates,
passing through the streets of Dumfries thronged with silent mourners,
was one of the most remarkable spectacles I ever witnessed in Scotland.
Bishop Turner had long been on terms of close friendship with the Bute
family; but Bute and his brothers, being all abroad, were represented
by their brother-in-law Colin MacRae. I went south from Dumfries,
having some business with Cardinal Bourne, who talked, _inter alia_, of
the chapel (St. Andrew's) in his cathedral which was being adorned at
Bute's expense, and of the question whether the numerous texts should
be in Latin or English. I was all for Latin in the metropolitan
cathedral of the Empire, the resort of worshippers of every tongue and
every nation. His Eminence, however, favoured English, and I (like Mr.
Alfred Jingle) "did not presume to dictate."[14] I was elected this
{260} week a member of the Oxford and Cambridge Club, of which the big,
quiet, and well-furnished library was to me the chief attraction. The
Protestant drum had been, I was assured, if not beaten, at least
discreetly tapped, by a small clique of members in connection with my
candidature--a curious fact in what somebody describes as "the
so-called twentieth century"; but a gracefully-worded telegram from my
proposer and seconder[15] informed me that the plot (if there ever was
one, which I rather doubted) had failed. I went to Arundel for the
Lourdes festival, always kept solemnly there; found the kind Duke and
Duchess encircled, as usual, by a cloud of youthful Maxwells, and heard
Bernard Vaughan (just returned from the U.S.A.) preach eloquently on
"The claims of the Church" with a distinctly American accent, and,
later on, regale us in the smoking-room with a choice collection of
American chestnuts!
I got back to our abbey just in time to give the last blessing to our
good old brother Nathalan, who died at the age of ninety-nine, the
patriarch of the Benedictine Order in these islands and possibly in
Christendom. A native of Glengairn, he spoke the Aberdeenshire idiom
of his mother-Gaelic with remarkable purity and fluency; and he could
talk for hours about beasts and birds, old smuggling adventures, second
sight, and cognate subjects. His grandfather had fought for Prince
Charlie at Culloden; and he knew the name and history of {261} every
Glengairn man who had taken part in that historic battle. A man of
robust faith and deep practical piety, he was content and happy in the
monastery, which he had only entered when well over seventy. He was
totally blind (though otherwise in good health) for some time before
his death; and morning after morning his bowed and venerable figure,
supported by a younger brother, might be seen wending its way to the
chapel where he daily heard mass and received Holy Communion. I was
glad to be at home for the closing hours of the life of the good simple
old man, whose death made a felt blank in the family circle of our
community.
The early months of the eventful year 1914 passed quickly and quietly
enough at our Highland abbey. We resolved soon after Easter to accept
the contract for the building of the choir of our church--a venture of
faith, for the necessary sum was not yet all in hand; but we felt that
we were justified in making a start. A few days later came the
interesting and gratifying news that the elevation of Abbot Gasquet to
the Cardinalate--often rumoured in recent years--was actually decided
on. This entailed an "extraordinary" meeting of Chapter in connection
with the Abbot-president's resignation of that office; and going south
to attend it, I took the occasion of accepting an invitation to
officiate at the Corpus Christi procession at Arundel. It was a
curiously impressive function in that old-world English town: the long
_cortege_ of clergy and choristers and people, with the tall Venetian
lanterns, scarlet and gold, waving above their heads as they passed
slowly, to the sounds of sacred psalmody, under the grey walls of the
castle and back into the great church of {262} St. Philip. I went on
from Arundel to Oxford, to stay with Father Maturin, the acting
Catholic chaplain there (his undergraduate flock now numbered nearly a
hundred), and was delighted to see the good work he was doing. One was
always sure of a good story from him; and _a propos_ of his wish to
introduce hymn-singing at his Sunday services, he told me of the
Sunday-school superintendent who, dissatisfied with the children's
dead-alive singing of the well-known temperance hymn, "Little Drops of
Water," himself repeated the first line, adding, "Now, please, put a
little spirit into it!" My old tale of the don who objected to men
coming to church in slippers reminded him, he said, of a college dean
he had heard of in his Cowley days, who, to an undergraduate asking
leave to go down to attend his great-aunt's funeral, replied after some
hesitation, "Well, you may go; but I must say I do wish it had been for
a nearer relation!"[16]
The June of 1914 was exceptionally hot, and I found the long journey to
the Highlands so intolerably tedious and dusty that I could not resist
jumping out of the train at the head of Loch Lomond, and staying the
night there. I wrote on a picture postcard to an editorial friend in
London--"not for publication," but just to tantalize him in his stuffy
sanctum in Fleet Street:
{263}
Delightful little Highland inn. Just dined--_puree aux pois_, a Loch
Lomond trout (pink and flaky), an excellent mutton chop, and gooseberry
pie. Here is a view of Loch Lomond from my window, but the Ben has its
lace nightcap on. The colours are simply exquisite.[17]
Later in the summer I attended a great gathering at Downside (fifteen
bishops and ten abbots were guests of the abbey) for the solemn
reception of Cardinal Gasquet at his mother-house. There were imposing
church functions, of course, concerts, speeches galore, and on the
closing day of the festivities a luncheon-party of six hundred, after
which we (Cardinal, bishops, and abbots) motored off in clouds of dust
for Bristol and Cardiff, for the opening of the Eucharistic Congress
there. I stayed for the week at the castle, where were also Cardinals
Bourne and Gasquet, the Gainsboroughs, and others; the Butes gave a
banquet one evening, followed by a great reception, in honour of the
assembled dignitaries, who were also entertained by the Lord Mayor in
the splendid town hall. Just a fortnight after the closing of the
Congress, Germany declared war on Russia and France; and three days
later, on the midnight which ushered in the feast-day of Saint Oswald,
the English soldier-saint and martyr, Britain took up arms against
Germany. _Jacta est alea_!
The reverberations of the Great War were not unfelt even in our quiet
home among the Highland hills; and our life, like the life of every
class of the community in those years of storm and stress, was affected
profoundly, and in many ways, by the {264} struggle which for four long
years was rending the civilized world. A detailed record of those
years of war, even so far as we were touched by it, would be out of
place in this chronicle of peaceful days. Many of our former pupils,
and some who had worn our habit and shared our life in the cloister,
fought, and more than one died, for king and country: a band of devoted
priests--few indeed, yet a large proportion of our total number--worked
throughout the war, at home and abroad, as chaplains in the army and
the navy, two of them being severely wounded, and two decorated by the
King for their good service; and, finally, we who perforce remained at
home had the consolation and satisfaction of receiving into our
provisional hospital a long succession of wounded soldiers, Belgian and
British, and of co-operating with the good people of our village and
neighbourhood in the work of tending and succouring them. So,
according to our measure, we "did our bit" like the rest, and could
feel, when the day of peace at length dawned, that we had tried to
render service to our country at a time when she had a right to the
service of all her sons.
* * * * *
I write down these closing memories in our monastery under the Southern
Cross, in the great South American city where my brethren in Saint
Benedict, active and devoted men, but far too few for the ever-growing
work that lies ready to their hands, are leading the same life of
prayer and liturgy, untiring, pastoral labour, and the education of the
young in religion and letters, which has been the mission of our Order
all through the Christian centuries. It is high noon on this Brazilian
summer's {265} day, and the fierce sun beats down from a cloudless sky
on the luxuriant tropical garden which glows beneath the window of my
quiet cell. At the foot of the last page I inscribe the same words as
the monastic annalist inscribed of old beneath the laboriously-written
manuscript which had been the work of his life:
Explicit chronicon lx. annorum
Deus misericordie miserere miseri scriptoris.
And then, as, my task completed, I lay down my weary pen, there come
into my mind some other words--those of a great thinker and a great
writer of our own time: "Our life is planted on the surface of a
whirling sphere: our prayer is to find its tranquil centre, and revolve
no more."
So may it be!
[1] The good old abbot died three months later, on August 13, 1913.
[2] Colonel David Hunter-Blair of the Scots Fusilier Guards, whose
conversion to Catholicism, when I was a boy at Eton, had made a great
impression on me. He died of consumption at Rome on March 31, 1869.
[3] "We implore Thy protection also," petitioned a certain Dean at
family prayers, "for the minor canons of this cathedral; for even they,
O Lord, are Thy creatures."
[4] Appointed Archbishop-bishop of Malta in 1914.
[5] I liked to hear once-a-year (not oftener) the prolonged musical
masses which were the "festival use" at the Oratory. Once, arriving
rather late at the church, I found an old friend (a Gregorian-lover
like myself) waiting in the porch, and asked him how far the service
had progressed. "Thank God!" said old W---- P---- devoutly, "_the
worst is over_--they have just finished the _Gloria_!"
[6] It can be matched, I think, by two lines from a university prize
poem--not, of course, by a poet laureate!--on the "Sailing of the
Pilgrim Fathers":
"Thus, ever guided by the hand of God,
They sailed along until they reached Cape Cod!"
[7] Nine months later he was elevated to the Cardinalate, when he had,
of course, to resign his presidency of the English Benedictine
Congregation.
[8] At one time there were as many as eight; and I remember one of them
(who had himself been "in the Boats" at Eton), saying that they wanted
only a ninth to complete the crew!
[9] I recall one engagement broken off in consequence; and also a rift
between two lifelong friends which still remained unhealed long after
the "unhappy nobleman languishing in prison" (as his most notorious
supporter used to call him) had been consigned to the limbo of penal
servitude. The cost of the two trials was said to be at least
L200,000, and seriously crippled the valuable Tichborne estates for a
whole generation. My father prohibited the public discussion of the
case at Blairquhan, either in dining-room or smoking-room, or even at a
shooting-luncheon in the open air!
[10] The Caldey novice, and one of the affiliated brothers from
Erdington Abbey, both left us, after the outbreak of the Great War, and
joined the army; and the former was killed on active service.
[11] The school was finally reopened under my successor, in 1920.
[12] And an heiress--at least so a brother wrote to me. The lady's
name was Hodges; and he added (but I think this was mere banter) that
the question was, if Jack had to assume his wife's name, whether they
would be known as "Boyle-Hodges" or "Hodges-Boyle"!
[13] Our first prior, Dom Jerome Vaughan, used to be at much pains to
convince his incredulous friends in the south of the mildness of the
Fort Augustus winter. I remember his writing to the prior of Belmont,
when I was a novice there, enclosing daisies picked on Christmas Day.
Unluckily the same post brought another letter from Fort Augustus,
mentioning that the frost was so severe that all the beer was frozen in
the cellar!
[14] They were, as a matter of fact, inscribed in English, as were also
the names of the Scottish saints on the pictured walls. The chapel was
opened on St. Andrew's Day, 1915.
[15] "Many congratulations both to you and to the club," it ran.
[16] It was a don of this type who was reported to have written, in a
letter of condolence to the father of an undergraduate who had been
drowned in Sandford Lasher: "As your son had unfortunately failed to
satisfy the examiners in Responsions, he would have had to go down in
any case!" Poor Father Maturin! his love of a joke and other good
qualities were extinguished (in this life) by the sinking of
_Lusitania_ eleven months later.
[17] My friend did print it in his paper, adding, "To read this makes
one hungry for Highland air and Highland fare."
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Appendix
I. PAGE 86.
NOVISSIMA VERBA
(LAST WORDS OF FORTY FAMOUS MEN)
Adam, Alexander (the famous schoolmaster) ... "It grows dark, boys: you
may go."
Addison, Joseph ... "See how a Christian can die!"
Albert Prince Consort ... "Liebes gutes Frauchen!"
Augustus (Emperor) ... "Plaudite!"
Bede (The Venerable) ... "Consummatum est."
Bossuet, Benigne ... "Fiat Voluntas Tua!"
Bronte, Charlotte (to her husband) ... "I am not going to die, am I?
He will not separate us, we have been so happy."
Byron (Lord) ... "I think I will go to sleep."
Charles II. (King) ... "Don't let poor Nellie starve."
Charles V. (Emperor) ... "Ay, Jesus!"
Chesterfield (Lord) ... "Give Dayrolles a chair."
Cicero ... "Causa causarum, miserere mei!"
Darwin, Charles B. ... "I am not in the least afraid to die."
Devonshire (8th Duke of) ... "Well, the game is over, and I am not
sorry."
Disraeli, Benjamin ... "I am overwhelmed!"
"Eliot, George" ... "Tell the doctors that I have great pain in the
left side."
Etty, William (painter) ... "Wonderful--wonderful! this death."
Frederick the Great ... "La montagne est passee; nous irons mieux."
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George IV. (King) ... "Watty, what is this? It is death, my boy: they
have deceived me."
Gladstone, W. E. ... "Prions--commencons--Our Father."
Goethe, W. von ... "Draw back the curtains, and let in more light."
Goldsmith, Oliver (to the question, "Is your mind at ease?" in a
melancholy voice) ... "No, it is not."
Haydn, Joseph ... "God preserve the Emperor!"
Hood, Thomas (in a tone of relief) ... "Dying--dying."
Humboldt, A. von ... "Wie herrlich diese Strahlen! sie schienen die
Erde zum Himmel zu rufen."
Jerrold, Douglas, asked how he felt, said "he felt like one who was
waiting and was waited for."
Johnson, Samuel ... "God bless you!"
Keats, John ... "I feel the flowers growing over me."
Knox, John ... "about 11 of the clock gave a deep sigh, exclaimed, 'Now
it is come,' and presently expired."
Lacordaire, Henri ... "Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! ouvrez-moi, ouvrez-moi."
Mackintosh, Sir James ... "Happy!"
Mary Queen of Scots ... "In Te, Domine, speravi."
Mathews, Charles ... "I am ready."
Mezzofanti (Cardinal) ... "Andiamo, andiamo presto in Paradiso!"
Mirabeau, Victor ... "Let me die to the sounds of delicious music."
Napoleon Bonaparte ... "Tete d'armee."
Pope, Alexander ... "There is nothing meritorious but virtue and
friendship; and indeed friendship itself is but a part of virtue."
Rabelais ... "Je vais querir le grand peut-etre."
Scott, Walter ... "God bless you!"
Tasso, Torquato ... "In manus Tuas, Domine."
Wordsworth, William ... "God bless you!"
Ximenes, Cardinal ... "In Te, Domine, speravi."
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II. PAGE 136.
DARWIN'S CREDO
"Science and Christ have nothing to do with each other, except in as
far as the habit of scientific investigation makes a man cautious about
accepting any proofs. _As far as I am concerned, I do not believe that
any revelation has ever been made_. With regard to a future life,
every one must draw his own conclusions from vague and contradictory
probabilities."--(Letter to a Jena student, dated June 5th, 1879.)
"Mr. Darwin was much less reticent to myself than in his letter to
Jena. He distinctly stated that, in his opinion, a vital or somatic
principle, apart from the somatic energy, had no more _locus standi_ in
the human than in any other races of the animal kingdom--a conclusion
that seems a mere corollary of, and indeed a position tantamount with,
his essential doctrine of human and bestial identity of nature and
genesis."--(Dr. Robert Lewins, in the _Journal of Science_.)
It may be instructive to subjoin to the above _Credo_ of Darwin those
of three other eminent Victorians, whom the present generation would
probably pronounce it unkind and ill-mannered to brand as atheistical
or un-Christian. Let them speak for themselves:--
_Stuart Mill_: "This world is a bungled business, in which no
clear-sighted man can see any signs either of wisdom or of God."
_Huxley_: "Scepticism is the highest of duties: blind faith the one
unpardonable sin."
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_Matthew Arnold_: "The existence of God is an unverifiable hypothesis."
Dr. Liddon, preaching in St. Paul's Cathedral on the Sunday after
Darwin's death, devoted his matchless oratory to a eulogy in which
there was not the remotest reference to the fact that the subject of it
was a man who had formally repudiated not only Christianity but
revealed religion. Here are the eloquent canon's opening words:--
"These reflections may naturally lead us to think of the eminent man,
whose death during the past week is an event of European importance;
since he is the author of nothing less than a revolution in the modern
way of treating a large district of thought, while his works have shed
high distinction on English science."
Dr. Laing, of Cambridge University, on the other hand, expressed with
refreshing candour his objections to the proposed interment of Darwin
in Westminster Abbey:--
"They urged his claim to Abbey honours on the very ground of his having
been the chief promoter of the atheistic mock-doctrines of evolution of
species and the ape-descent of man. It is, therefore, as the high
priest of dirt-worship that the English nation has assigned to him the
privilege of being interred in a temple dedicated to the service of his
Creator."
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INDEX
Abbotsford, 52, 54, 74
Aberdeen, Bishop (Chisholm) of, 73, 124, 139, 149
Abingdon, 7th Earl of, 34, 252
Abruzzi, Duca dei, 82
Aix-les-bains, visit to, 228
Amelie of Portugal, Queen, 226
Ampleforth Abbey, 120, 138, 153, 201, 217; jubilee of, 230, 251
Anderson, Mary (Mme. Navarro), 153
Angus, Rev. George, 19 _note_, 122; death of, 124 _note_, 138, 196,
224, 238
Anson, Sir William, M.P., 138
_Aragon_, R.M.S.P., 155
Argyll and the Isles, Bishop (Smith) of, 240
Arthur of Connaught, Prince, 92; Princess, 225
Arundel Castle, 3, 8, 13, 42, 51, 65, 105, 108, 109, 223, 260, 261
Asquith, Mrs., 198
Athole, Duke of, 64 _note_
Bailey, "Abe," 151
Balfour of Burleigh, Lord, 176
Balfour, Arthur, 59 _note_, 62
Ball, Provost, 102
Balston, Dr. Edward, 171
Bath and Wells, Bishop (Kennion) of, 100
Battenberg, Prince and Princess Henry of, 237 _note_
Beaufort Castle, 61, 81, 99, 106, 119, 132, 151, 195, 220, 227
Beauly, Scouts' monument at, 61
Beethoven's Grand Mars, 217
Bellairs, Lieut. Carlyon, M.P., 143
Bellingham of Castlebellingham, 47, 67 _note_
Belloc, Hilaire, 143
Belmont Priory, 7, 147
Benedictine life and work in Brazil, 159-185
Benn, Sir John, M.P., 186
Benson, Robert Hugh, 93, 129
Bertouche, Baron de, 11
Birrell, Augustine, 69 _note_
Bismarck, William II and, 24
Blairquhan, 119, 149
Blair's College, 124
Blenheim Palace, 20, 44, 65
Bodley's Librarian, 103, 104
Boulogne-sur-mer, 125, 126
Booth, "General," 92
Boothby, Sir Brooke, 153
Bourne, Archbishop, 4 _note_, 43, 75; Cardinal, 223, 231, 240, 253,
259, 263
Bowlby, Eleanor, 141
Bowyer, Sir George, 46 _note_
Boyle, Hon. Alan, 189, 196
Boyle, Dean George, 53 _note_
Boyle, James (consul), 187
Boyle, Hon. John, 257
Bradfield College, Greek plays at, 20, 92
Bramham Park, 96
Brazil, Dr. Vidal, 174
Broughton, Rhoda, 113
Buckie, 220
Buoncompagni-Ludovisi, Don Andrea, 77
Burges, William, 58
Burgon, Dean, 104, 136
Bury St. Edmunds, pageant at, 91, 92
Butcher, Professor, M.P., 138
Bute, 4th Marquis of, 1, 35, 40, 47, 54, 56, 62, 118, 146, 222, 240, 259
Bute, Dowager Marchioness of, 10, 54, 101, 152
Butler, Abbot, 84, 245
Caerphilly Castle, 147
Caldey Abbey, 255
Caledonian Club, 222
Caloen, Bishop Gerard van, 245
Cambridge, 141, 199
Campbell of Skerrington, 124
Campbell-Bannerman, Sir H., 43, 59 _note_
Campden, Viscount, 69
Canterbury, 8, 9, 249
Cardiff Castle, 59, 141, 263
Caruana, D. Maurus, 250
Castlebellingham, 47, 48
Cecil, Lord Hugh, 45, 49, 138, 143
Cecil, Lord William, 225
Chamberlain, Joseph, 59
Chambery, Cardinal Archbishop of, 229
Cheadle, church at, 231
Choate, 69
Churchill, Winston, 47, 171
Clumber, chapel at, 57 _note_
Corehouse, 21
_Corpus Christi_ at S. Paulo, 181; at Arundel, 261
Craigmillar Castle, 152
Cranbrook, Earls of, 193, 194
Crianlarich, 206
Crichton-Stuart, Lord Colum, 79
Crichton-Stuart, Lord Ninian, 10, 67, 129, 130, 176, 203
Cuddesdon College, 128
Cumbrae, Isle of, 69 _note_, 101, 152
Curzon of Kedleston, Lord, 84, 89, 100, 102
Dalrymple, Sir Charles, 62, 141, 240, 241 _note_
Dalrymple, Hon. North, 176
Darwin, Charles, 137, 267, 268
Day, Sir John, 37
De Moleyns, Captain, 112
Derwent Hall, 3
Dillon, 17th Viscount, 12
Dolan, Dom Gilbert, 57 _note_
Dorchester Abbey, 128
Dorrien-Smith, "King of Scilly," 141
Douai Abbey, 137, 200, 221, 250, 257
Doune Castle, 218, 240
Downside Abbey, 42, 56, 84, 129, 263
Dumfries, convent-school at, 21, 49, 94, 117; asylum at, 49
Dumfries House, 54
Dunblane, cathedral at, 205; Queen Victoria's School at, 230
Dunedin, Lord, 81
Dunskey, 9, 48, 118, 149
Eastbourne, 87
Edmonstoune-Cranstouns, 21
Edward VII, King, 83, 127, 155; death of, 179
Ellice, Mrs., of Invergarry, 204
Ellis, Professor Robinson, 86, 87
Elwes, Lady Winifride, 212
Encombe, Viscountess, 109, 139; John Viscount, 139
Eton College, 50, 129, 147, 225
Eugenie, Empress, 99 _note_, 242
Everingham Park, 12, 96
"Evil Eye," the, 77
Exton Park, 51
Faber, Rev. F. W., 145, 250
Fanshawe, Admiral Sir Arthur, 120
Farnborough, Benedictine Abbey at, 11, 241
Farrer, Sir William, death of, 215, 218
Fairlie of Myers, 123
Fergusson, Sir James, 62; death of, 83
Fife, Colonel Sir Aubone, 237
Fitzgerald, Percy, 12
Fort Augustus Abbey: reunited with English Benedictines, 176; railway
at, 202; election of abbot at, 239
Franquetot, Marquis de, 125
Franqueville, Comtesse de, 125
Fraser, Hon. Alastair, 215, 221
Gainsborough, 3rd Earl of, 39, 51, 69, 263
Galloway, Bishop (Turner) of, 259
Garrett-Fawcett, Mrs., 128
Gasquet, Abbot, 19, 37, 240, 251; Cardinal, 261, 263
Giustiniani-Bandini, Prince, 16
Gladstone, W. E., at Eton, 170 _note_
Glasgow, George, 6th Earl of, 101
Glasgow, David, 7th Earl of, 149, 203
Gleann Mhor Gathering, 149, 254
Glencarron, 99
Gordon, Brig.-Gen. Alister, 106 _note_
Goring-on-Thames, 147
Gormanston, 15th Visct., 67
Gorwood, D. Paulinus, 98
Goschen, Viscount, 5, 83, 84
Gower, Lord Ronald, 35 _note_
Greene, Wilfrid, 7
Grissell, Captain Frank, 111, 209
Grissell, Hartwell, 11; death of, 86, 111, 206
Guernsey, visit to, 68
Hadow, 142
Haggard, Sir William, 158
Hallam, Arthur, at Eton, 170 _note_
Hamel, Gustave, 211
Hamilton of Dalzell, 2nd Lord, 81
Hampton Court, 147
Harcourt, Sir William, death of, 28
Hautecombe, Abbey of, 229
Hawkesyard Priory, 23
Hay, Bishop George, centenary of, 215, 216
Hay, Malcolm, 124
Hedley, Bishop, 105, 130, 195, 236
Hemptinne, Abbot Hildebrand de, 246
Hemsted Park, 193
Herbert of Lea, Lady, death of, 218
Herries, 11th Lord, 1, 95, 109
Hexham and Newcastle, Bishop (Wilkinson) of, 23; death of, 140
Hicks-Beach, Sir Michael, 5
Hornby, Provost, death of, 170
Horsley, Sir Victor, 43, 191
Howard, Lady Katherine, 223
Howard, Lady Mary, 1
Howard of Glossop, Winifred Lady, 101
Huegel, Baron Anatole von, 107
Hyde, Lord, 51
Italian cavalry officers, at Olympia, 115
Jarvis, Captain and Mrs. Cracroft, 66
Jerningham, Sir Hubert, 72, 80, 95, 151
Keir, 205, 212, 218, 230, 236, 237, 239, 257
Kelburn, Viscount, R.N., 46, 65, 192
Kennard, Mgr. Canon, 19, 20, 23, 43, 80, 112, 121, 127, 135, 197, 208
Kennard, Colonel Hegan, 128, 145
Kerr, Philip, 29, 121
Kerr, General Lord Ralph, 1, 73 _note_, 76, 121, 153, 203; Admiral Lord
Walter, 153
Kinharvie, 1
Kipling, Rudyard, at Oxford, 91
Kneller Court, 109, 126, 154
Knill, Sir John, 129
Kruse, Abbot Miguel, 159, 176, 216, 245
Ladycross School, Seaford, 153
Lane Fox, George, 74, 96, 148, 233, 252
Lang, Andrew, 53, 132
Langdon Park, 116
Lansdowne, 5th Marquis of, 5
Law, Bonar, 81
Lee, Dr. Frederick George, 136
Legge, the Ladies, 66 _note_
Leicester, 1st and 2nd Earls of, 35 _note_
Leinster, 6th Duke of, 65
Leo XIII, Pope, 246
Lepicier, Pere, 232
Lichfield, Augustus, Bishop of, 66; Choristers' House at, 105
Liddell, Dean, 31
Linlithgow, 2nd Marquis of, married, 210
Lister, Hon. Laura, 191, 194; married, 198
Littleton Church, regimental colours in, 115
Longridge Towers, 72, 95, 153
Loudoun, 11th Earl of, 48, 49, 121, 133
Louvain University, Jubilee of, 137
Lovat, 14th Lord, 61, 99, 106, 148, 191; married, 198, 208, 214, 220,
240
Lovat, Alice Lady, 73, 132, 191, 211, 235
Lowndes, Selby, 119
Lucerne, visit to, 41
Lucius of Chur, St., 213, 214 _note_
Lyttelton, Hon. Alfred, 45
Lyttelton, Hon. Edward, 51
MacCall, Rev. A. N. L., 14, 242
Macdonald, Andrew, death of, 240
Macdonald, General Hector, lines on, 13 _note_
Macdonell, D. Andrew, 211
Mackintosh, The, 61
MacRae, Colin, 259
Madeira, visit to, 187
Mallock, W. H., 80, 135
Man, Isle of, 49 _note_, 118
Manderston, 100
Manning, Archbishop, 248
Maple, Lady, 146
Maredsons, Abbey of, 249
Marie Louise, Princess, 154
Maryborough, 9th Duke of, 20, 44; Consuelo Duchess of, 20, 44
Martindale, Cyril, S.J., 7, 79
Maturin, Father, 106, 140, 217, 262
Maxwell, Sir Herbert, 154
Maxwell-Scott, Hon. Joseph and Mrs., 53 _note_
Melrose Abbey, 74
Merry del Val, Cardinal, 15, 240
Merthyr Tydvil, 57
Metternich, Prince, 25
Milan, visits to, 18, 64, 249
Milner, Lord, 65, 68
Mitchinson, Bishop, 33, 60, 200
Monte Carlo, 63, 64
Monte Cassino, 17, 243-245
Montrose, Duke and Duchess of, 230
Moore, Canon Edward, 8, 249
Moray, 16th Earl of, 153, 219, 240
Morin, D. Germain, O.S.B., 45
Mountstuart, 1, 35, 72, 118
Munich, festival at, 23
Myres Castle, 123
Naples, visit to, 40
Nathalan, Brother, 209; death of, 260, 261
Neville, Rev. William, 217 _note_
Newburgh, Scoto-Italian of, 16 _note_
Newhailes, 100
Nice, visit to, 63
Niddrie-Marischal, 101, 152
Norfolk, 15th Duke of, 1, 2, 8; married, 12, 69, 76, 139, 144, 202,
219, 240
Norfolk, Flora Duchess of, 203 _note_, 209
Norfolk, Gwendolen Duchess of, 14, 65
Norham Castle, 72
Norwich, St. John's Church at, 202
Nuneham Park, 39
Oakamoor College, 145, 212, 231
Odo, Father, O.S.B., 233, 234
Olinda (Brazil), 153, 155, 157, 187
Oman, Professor, 90, 201
Oratory (Birmingham), 75, 121, 144
Oratory (London), 198, 250
Orr-Ewing, Charles, M.P., 8
Osterley Park, 21
O'Sullivan Beare, The, 154 _note_
Oxford, Benedictine Hall at, 4; chancellor of, 5; floods at, 10;
portraits at, 34; boy-prodigies at, 38; pageant at, 89-91
Oxford and Cambridge Club, 260
Pageant at Warwick, 70; Oxford, 89; Bury St. Edmunds, 91; Cardiff, 146
Paris, pictures at, 230
Parker, D. Anselm, 127
Patterson, Bishop, 21
Pelham, Professor, death of, 83
Penha Longa, Condessa de, 227
Pernambuco (Brazil), 156, 187
Phillimore, Professor J. S., 55
Pius X, Pope, 15, 17, 205, 246
Plowden, Alfred, 29
Ponsonby, Sir Frederick, 128, 153
Portugal, murder of King of, 107
Portugal, Ex-king Manoel of, 201
Prado, Dona Veridiana, 180
Pugin, A. W., 57, 145, 226, 231
Radley College, 47, 78
Rampolla, Cardinal, 15
Ramsgate, St. Augustine's Abbey at, 225
Ranguia, New Zealand chieftain, 120
Reid, Mrs. Whitelaw, 92
Restabrig, St. Triduana's well at, 153
Rhodes Scholars at Oxford, 29-31, 200
Rickmansworth, 139
Rio de Janeiro, 157, 182, 202
Ripon, 1st Marquis of, 6 _note_
Roberts, Earl, 59
Rome, Gregorian centenary at, 15; assembly of Abbots at, 246 _et seq._
Rosebery, 5th Earl of, 5, 33, 84
Ruskin, John, on music, 14 _note_; in Abbotsford, 53
Rutland, 7th Duke of, 21
St. Andrews, 27, 122, 196
St. Andrews, Archbishop (Smith) of, 124
St. Anselm's College, Rome, 246-8
Salisbury, 3rd Marquis of, death of, 5, 33, 89
Santos (Brazil), 186
Scarborough, Bank Holiday at, 71
Schmitt, Mgr., Bishop of Chur, 213
Scorton, hospital at, 116
Scott, Sir Walter, 52
Shackleton, Ernest, 144
Sherborne, Susan Lady, death of, 83
Shrewsbury, 10th Earl of, 145
Simeon, John, married, 140
Simonetti, Signor, 77
Sinclair, Archdeacon John, 66
Skene, Felicia, 53 _note_
"Smith of Wadham," F. E., 65
Somerset, 15th Duke of, 152
S. Paulo (Brazil), 156 _et seq._
Stafford, Marquis of, married, 224
Stair, 10th and 11th Earls of, 54 _note_, 123
Stirlings of Keir, 176, 205, 212, 236
Stonyhurst College, 221
Stotzingen, Abbot von, 248
Stronlairg, 214
Sutherland, 4th Duke of, 225
Sutherland, Anne Duchess of, 111 _note_; Millicent Duchess of, 20, 224
Sven Hedin, at Oxford, 135
Talbot, Lord and Lady Edmund, 3, 61, 215
Talcott, Dr. Selden, on early rising, 97 _note_
Teck, Princess Alexander of, 50
Temple, widow of Archbishop, 113
Terregles, 256
Tichborne, Sir Joseph, 252
Tredegar, Viscount, 146
Tree, Beerbohm, 41
Tullibardine, Marchioness of, 257
Twain, Mark, at Oxford, 91, 92
Tylee, Monsignor, 5, 6 _note_
Uganda, King of, at Fort Augustus, 253
University College School, 142
Ushaw College, 23
Vaughan, Father Bernard, 37, 79, 261; Prior Jerome, 258 _note_;
Charles, married, 107; Bishop John, 215; Rev. Kenelm, 133
Venice, visit to, 242
Vesey, Hon. T. E., married, 217
_Victory_, H.M.S., 110
Wales, H.R.H. Prince of, 212, 222
Walmesley, Mrs. Robert, 3
Walsh, Archbishop, 66
Waltham Abbey, 148
Ward, Wilfrid, 60, 134
Ware, St. Edmund's College, 222
Warre, Dr. Edmond, 51
Warwick, pageant at, 70
Wauchope of Niddrie, Mrs., 101, 152
Wells, J., 60
Westminster Cathedral, 3, 74, 89, 107, 259
Weston Birt, 26
Wiesbaden, visit to, 189-191
Wilberforce, Bishop Samuel, 121, 128
Wilkinson, Cicely Lady, 193
William II, Emperor, and Bismarck, 24; at Naples, 41
Willoughby de Broke, Lord and Lady, 71
Wimborne, Lord, 99
Winchilsea, Countess of, 45
Woodburn, 1, 153, 203
Woodchester Priory, 26
Worcester, Bishop of, and Lady Barbara Yeatman-Biggs, 66
Wyndham, Sir Charles, 40
Wyndham, George, 81
Wytham Abbey, 35
Yew Luk Lin (Chinese Minister), 225
York, Archbishop (Lang) of, 216
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continued them for another decade, and the contents of the new volume
are as full of variety and anecdote as ever. Many a notable personage
figures in these pages; many a good story is told and many interesting
fragments of antiquarian and ecclesiastical lore are quoted.
It was the Author's privilege to spend some time in the service of his
Order in Brazil, and his account of monastic life in the tropical
surroundings is full of interest. At Rome, again, he describes in
vivid phrases several picturesque religious functions which he
attended, and wherever he goes he finds fresh material for shrewd and
kindly comment.
IS GERMANY PROSPEROUS?
By SIR HENRY PENSON, K.B.E., M.A.,
FORMERLY CHAIRMAN OF THE WAR TRADE INTELLIGENCE DEPARTMENT AND
DIRECTOR OF THE INTELLIGENCE SECTION OF THE BRITISH DELEGATION
TO THE PEACE CONFERENCE, PARIS, 1919.
AUTHOR OF "THE ECONOMICS OF EVERYDAY LIFE."
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are widely divergent and confusing. Sir Henry Penson is a very shrewd
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form an impartial judgment on facts and arguments. In addition, he is
a very lucid economic writer and explains clearly the influence of the
exchange position upon the situation in Germany at the present day.
The Author visited Germany only a few weeks ago, and was helped in his
investigations not only by British officials in the Rhineland, but by
Germans of high position in industrial and commercial circles whose
statements he checked carefully. One has only to read his chapters on
Prices in Germany, or on Incomes and Standard of Living in order to
appreciate the value of his evidence, and of the conclusions at which
he arrived. They have, of course, an important bearing upon the vital
question "Can Germany Pay?"
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MEMORIES AND NOTES OF PERSONS AND PLACES.
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AN INORGANIC CHEMISTRY.
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HEAD OF THE PHYSICS AND ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING DEPARTMENT AT THE
L.C.C. SCHOOL OF ENGINEERING AND NAVIGATION, POPLAR.
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every-day work.
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ELEMENTARY HYDRAULICS FOR TECHNICAL STUDENTS.
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IONS ELECTRONS AND IONIZING RADIATIONS.
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CAMBRIDGE.
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End of Project Gutenberg's A New Medley of Memories, by David Hunter-Blair