EARLY DAYS
We all like to read about heroes, whether on sea or land. How real they
become to us as we picture them in our minds, and eagerly follow their
adventures! We wonder what they did when boys, and if they performed
wonderful things then. Nothing is too small to be of importance when once
we have a real, noble hero.
William Carpenter Bompas was a hero in the true sense of the word—not one
who gained his laurels by fighting on the sea, or rushing forward, even
to the bayonet’s point, in some great charge. His glory was gained in a
far different manner, when he enlisted in the service of the great King
of kings, and carried the banner of the Cross over great Arctic regions
and grim, snow-capped mountains, to rescue wandering Indians and Eskimo,
and lead them to the Master’s feet.
There was very little in his early life to show that he contained the
stuff of which heroes are made. He was a shy boy, fond of retirement and
study. But there was good blood in his veins, and blood will tell. The
family, on his mother’s side, was partly Royalist and partly Puritan. One
member is known to have been private secretary to Henrietta Maria, and
was hung by the Parliamentarians for aiding Charles I.; while another at
one time was secretary to Hampden. We shall see how the characteristics
of these two great parties were in later years remarkably united in
William Bompas.
The Bompas family is of French extraction, and there is an interesting
tradition which tells how the name was first given.
It was on the field of Crecy that an ancestor performed a deed of great
valour in the fight, and was knighted by Edward the Black Prince. A
bystander remarked: “C’est un bon pas.” And the Knight replied that he
would take that for his motto.
How often young William Bompas must have listened with intense eagerness
to that story of his valiant ancestor, and longed to do some great deed
himself! Little did he then think that he would be called upon to do more
than all before him, and the step that he was destined to take would be
the best of all.
His father, Charles Carpenter Bompas, was a Serjeant-at-law, and one of
the most eminent advocates of his day. It is said that the famous Charles
Dickens had him in his mind when he wrote about Serjeant Buzfuz in the
“Pickwick Papers.” When William was only ten years old, his father died
very suddenly, leaving a widow and eight children—five sons and three
daughters.
William, in early youth, showed most plainly those characteristics which
marked his whole life. He was a quiet boy, owing partly, no doubt, to
private tuition at home, which deprived him to a large extent of the
society of other boys. Cricket, football, and such games, he did not
play, his chief pleasure being walking, and sketching churches and other
buildings that he encountered in his rambles. Gardening he was fond of,
and the knowledge thus gained stood him in good stead years later when
planning for the mission-farms in his northern diocese.
The influence of a religious home made a deep and lasting impression
upon him. His parents were earnest Christians, belonging to the Baptist
denomination. Sunday was strictly observed, the father making it a firm
rule never to read briefs or hold consultations on the Day of Rest.
Bible-reading, too, was carefully observed. Serjeant Bompas was a man of
liberal views, allowing his children to indulge in harmless amusements,
and occasionally permitting them to attend the theatre and to play cards,
if not for money.
William from childhood was of a deeply religious turn of mind, and at the
age of sixteen was baptized by immersion, on a profession of his faith,
by the Hon. and Rev. Baptist Noel. This step caused his mother great joy,
and after her death the following was found among her many papers:
“_July 7, 1850._—This day I would record the mercy which has rendered
it one of peculiar blessing and happiness. The favour and presence of
God has been manifested to us again during the past week, and I have
enjoyed the best earthly happiness in seeing my dear and dutiful son
W. devote himself unreservedly to the service of his Saviour. Having
conscientiously decided on baptism by immersion, he was publicly baptized
on the 5th by Mr. Baptist Noel, at his chapel in John Street, and was at
the same time admitted as member of Mr. Stratten’s church, and to-day I
have had the privilege of partaking with him of that ordinance which I
trust will be most profitable to us both.”
At this time William was attending a small day-school, and the master,
Mr. Elliott, wrote of him:
“I never had a pupil who made such acquisitions of knowledge in so short
a time; his attainments in mathematics and classics are far beyond the
majority of youths at his age, and would warrant anyone conversant with
the state of education in the Universities in predicting a brilliant
career for him, should he ever have that path open to him. I think,
however, that the development of his mind is still more remarkable than
the amount of his knowledge.”
But a University career was not practicable, and William was therefore
articled in 1852 to the same firm of solicitors with whom his brother
George was working. At the expiration of his five years of service he
transferred himself to another city firm, Messrs. Ashurst, Morris and
Company, with whom he remained about two years. While here a catastrophe
occurred in the failure of a great company, involving ruin to unnumbered
families. The harrowing spectacle of the poorer shareholders who brought
their claims into court, having lost their all without remedy, was a
terrible strain upon the young man’s nervous system, which had been
weakened by a severe illness but a short time before. This, together with
strenuous labour, brought on a second breakdown, and early in 1858 he was
forced to give up work altogether. He declared that it took him three
months to learn to do nothing. During his year of inaction the Greek
Testament was his constant companion. Change of scene became necessary,
and he spent some time at his mother’s home, Broughton, Hants, and later
with his sister visited the Normandy coast.
“The summer after his illness,” writes his brother, Judge Bompas, “we
went on a walking tour to Scotland; and one evening it got dark before
we had reached our destination, and we had to sleep out in the mountains
with no shelter, and amidst frequent showers of rain. William, though in
his weak health, was perfectly fearless and in great spirits, repeating
part of Macaulay’s ‘Lays’ and other poems for much of the night.”
As his strength returned, his mind turned more and more to his early
desire of entering the ministry. Leaving the communion of his early
associations, he decided to seek ordination in the Church of England, and
in 1858 was confirmed by the Bishop of London at St. Mary’s, Bryanston
Square. His remarkable linguistic ability enabled him soon to add by
private study a good knowledge of Hebrew to that of Latin and Greek,
which he already possessed.
In 1859 he was accepted by Dr. Jackson, the Bishop of Lincoln, as a
literate candidate for Holy Orders, and was ordained deacon by him at
the Advent ordination the same year, and appointed curate to the Rev. H.
Owen, Rector of Trusthorpe and Sutton-in-the-Marsh.
The first charge was a trying experience. The parish of Sutton was a wild
district, with a rough and primitive population, and most of the men had
been smugglers in former times. No school was established, and there had
been no resident clergyman since the time of the Reformation. Mr. Bompas
at once began a great work among the children, gathering them into his
own house, and teaching them, at first by himself, and later with the
help of his sister and a girl from a neighbouring village. By his care
for the children, and by the unfailing sympathy shown in his visits to
his parishioners, he succeeded in winning their gratitude and confidence.
His plan for the erection of a school was at first strongly opposed by
some of the farmers, who were unwilling to give land for the purpose. But
Mr. Bompas, with that tact and gentleness which marked all his dealings,
at length overcame opposition, and when he left at the end of two years
the building was completed and opened.
“I can well remember,” writes one, in reference to the young curate’s
work at Sutton, “as quite a little child, how he won my heart by carrying
my poor pet-cat, that had been hurt by a heavy piece of wood falling on
it, into a place of safety, and doing all he could to ease its pain.
Also, about the same time, in a heavy gale of wind, he was going out to
dinner at Mablethorpe, and, passing through Trusthorpe, found a little
girl blown into the thick black mud at the side of a big drain, and
unable to free herself. He not only went to the rescue, but carried her
to her home at the far end of Sutton, regardless of dinner! The _once_,”
continues the same writer, “that he revisited Sutton and preached there,
the people lined the path from church to gate, and stood waiting for him
to leave the church, that they might get a word as he passed—a very
unusual demonstration from our true but undemonstrative Lincolnshire folk
of those days.”
While at Sutton, in the second year of his clerical life, a great sorrow
came to Mr. Bompas in the death of his mother, to whose bedside he was
summoned in January, 1861. He was devotedly attached to her, and was able
to take part, with the rest of his family, in ministering comfort to her
during her last days.
In the midst of early discouragements, Mr. Bompas found a valuable friend
and helper in Mrs. Loft, of Trusthorpe Hall. He was always sure of a
hearty welcome at her house, and in after-years she followed his course
with the wannest interest, and corresponded with him to the end of her
life.
In 1862 he accepted the curacy of New Radford, Nottingham, a poor and
crowded parish, populated largely by lace-workers. The number of souls,
about 10,000, within the small triangle of New Radford was about the same
as the population of the vast diocese of 900,000 square miles of which he
was later to have episcopal supervision. To this circumstance he referred
when preaching in the parish on his return to England for consecration in
1874.
From Nottingham, Mr. Bompas went for a short time as curate to
Holy Trinity, South Lincolnshire, returning in 1864 to his former
neighbourhood as curate to the Rev. H. Oldrid at Alford, Lincolnshire.
As the earnest curate passed from house to house in his daily work,
his parishioners little thought what a bright fire of enthusiasm was
burning in his heart. He had been much stirred by the stories told by
missionaries of heathen dying without the knowledge of Christ in far-away
lands, and he longed to go abroad and bear the message of salvation. His
mind turned to China and India, with their seething millions; but as he
was a little over thirty years of age at that time, the Church Missionary
Society thought him rather old to grapple with the difficulties of the
Eastern languages. But when one door closes, another opens, and at the
right moment Bishop Anderson arrived from Rupert’s Land, and made his
great appeal for a volunteer to relieve the Rev. Robert McDonald at Fort
Yukon.
It was on May 1, 1865, that this missionary Bishop was touching the
hearts of a large crowd at St. Bride’s, London, England. He had travelled
a long way to attend the anniversary of the Church Missionary Society,
and was preaching the sermon which was destined to bear so much fruit.
Bishop Anderson was the bearer of a great message to the Church in
England. He had much to tell of the vastness of Canada, and the great
regions where the children of the wild lived and died without the
knowledge of Christ. He told of a lonely mission-station on the mighty
Yukon River, where a soldier of the cross, the Rev. Robert McDonald,
with health fast failing, was standing bravely at his post of duty till
someone should relieve him. What thoughts must have surged through his
mind as he looked on the many upturned faces before him! Who was there
among those listeners willing to consecrate his life to the Master’s
work? Lifting up his voice, the Bishop uttered these words, which have
become so memorable:
“Shall no one come forward to take up the standard of the Lord as it
falls from his hands, and to occupy the ground?”
The service ended, the clergy retired, and the congregation began to
disperse. But there was one whose heart had been deeply touched by
the speaker’s words, and, walking at once into the vestry, William
Bompas, the Lincolnshire curate, offered to go to Canada to relieve the
missionary at Fort Yukon.
He was at once accepted by the Church Missionary Society, and ordained to
the priesthood by Bishop, afterwards Archbishop, Machray, who had just
been consecrated as successor to Bishop Anderson.
How little did those who attended that ordination service realize the
important part those two men would take in Christ’s great work, or that
among the heroes of the Church in Canada in years to come no names would
be held in greater reverence than those of Machray and Bompas!
Only three weeks did Mr. Bompas have in which to prepare for his long
journey; but they were sufficient, as he was anxious to be on his way. So
complete was his consecration to the work before him that “he decided,”
so his brother tells us, “to take nothing with him that might lead back
his thoughts to home, and he gave away all his books and other tokens of
remembrance, even the paragraph Bible which he had always used.”