This Easter week we have lost a man about whom opinions and feelings

were much divided, who was by many of the best and most thoughtful

among us looked on as the noblest and greatest of recent English

teachers, and who certainly had that rare gift of inspiring enthusiasm

and trust among honest and powerful minds in search of guidance, which

belongs to none but to men of a very high order. Professor Maurice has

ended a life of the severest and most unceasing toil, still working to

the utmost that failing bodily strength allowed--still to the last in

harness. The general public, though his name is familiar to them,

probably little measure the deep and passionate affection with which he

was regarded by the circle of his friends and by those whose thoughts

and purposes he had moulded; or the feeling which his loss causes in

them of a blank, great and not to be filled up, not only personally for

themselves, but in the agencies which are working most hopefully in

English society. But even those who knew him least, and only from the

outside, and whose points of view least coincided with his, must feel

that there has been, now that we look back on his course, something

singularly touching and even pathetic in the combination shown in all

that he did, of high courage and spirit, and of unwearied faith and

vigour, with the deepest humility and with the sincerest

disinterestedness and abnegation, which never allowed him to seek

anything great for himself, and, in fact, distinguished and honoured as

he was, never found it. For the sake of his generation we may regret

that he did not receive the public recognition and honour which were

assuredly his due; but in truth his was one of those careers which, for

their own completeness and consistency, gain rather than lose by

escaping the distractions and false lights of what is called

preferment.

The two features which strike us at the moment as characteristic of Mr.

Maurice as a writer and teacher, besides the vast range both of his

reading and thought, and the singularly personal tone and language of

all that he wrote, are, first, the combination in him of the most

profound and intense religiousness with the most boundless claim and

exercise of intellectual liberty; and next, the value which he set,

exemplifying his estimate in his own long and laborious course, on

processes and efforts, as compared with conclusions and definite

results, in that pursuit of truth which was to him the most sacred of

duties. There is no want of earnest and fervent religion among us,

intelligent, well-informed, deliberate, as well as of religion, to

which these terms can hardly be applied. And there is also no want of

the boldest and most daring freedom of investigation and judgment. But

what Mr. Maurice seemed to see himself, and what he endeavoured to

impress on others, was that religion and liberty are no natural

enemies, but that the deepest and most absorbing forms of historical

and traditional religion draw strength and seriousness of meaning, and

binding obligation, from an alliance, frank and unconditional, with

what seem to many the risks, the perilous risks and chances, of

freedom.

It was a position open to obvious and formidable criticism; but against

this criticism is to be set the fact, that in a long and energetic

life, in which amidst great trials and changes there was a singular

uniformity and consistency of character maintained, he did unite the

two--the most devout Christianity with the most fearless and

unshrinking boldness in facing the latest announcements and

possibilities of modern thought. That he always satisfactorily

explained his point of view to others is more than can be said; but he

certainly satisfied numbers of keen and anxious thinkers, who were

discontented and disheartened both by religion as it is presented by

our great schools and parties, and by science as its principles and

consequences are expounded by the leading philosophical authorities of

the day. The other point to which we have adverted partly explains the

influence which he had with such minds. He had no system to formulate

or to teach. He was singularly ready to accept, as adequate expressions

of those truths in whose existence he so persistently believed, the old

consecrated forms in which simpler times had attempted to express them.

He believed that these truths are wider and vaster than the human mind

which is to be made wiser and better by them. And his aim was to reach

up to an ever more exact, and real, and harmonious hold of these

truths, which in their essential greatness he felt to be above him; to

reach to it in life as much as in thought. And so to the end he was

ever striving, not so much to find new truths as to find the heart and

core of old ones, the truth of the truth, the inner life and

significance of the letter, of which he was always loth to refuse the

traditional form. In these efforts at unfolding and harmonising there

was considerable uniformity; no one could mistake Mr. Maurice's manner

of presenting the meaning and bearing of an article of the Creed for

the manner of any one else; but the result of this way of working, in

the effect of the things which he said, and in his relations to

different bodies of opinion and thought both in the Church and in

society, was to give the appearance of great and important changes in

his teaching and his general point of view, as life went on. This

governing thought of his, of the immeasurably transcendent compass and

height of all truths compared with the human mind and spirit which was

to bow to them and to gain life and elevation by accepting them,

explains the curious and at present almost unique combination in him,

of deep reverence for the old language of dogmatic theology, and an

energetic maintenance of its fitness and value, with dissatisfaction,

equally deep and impartially universal, at the interpretations put on

this dogmatic language by modern theological schools, and at the modes

in which its meaning is applied by them both in directing thought and

influencing practice. This habit of distinguishing sharply and

peremptorily between dogmatic language and the popular reading of it at

any given time is conspicuous in his earliest as in his latest handling

of these subjects; in the pamphlet of 1835, _Subscription no Bondage_,

explaining and defending the old practice at Oxford; and in the papers

and letters, which have appeared from him in periodicals, on the

Athanasian Creed, and which are, we suppose, almost his last writings.

The world at large thought Mr. Maurice obscure and misty, and was, as

was natural, impatient of such faults. The charge was, no doubt, more

than partially true; and nothing but such genuine strength and

comprehensive power as his could have prevented it from being a fatal

one to his weight and authority. But it is not uninstructive to

remember what was very much at the root of it. It had its origin, not

altogether, but certainly in a great degree, in two of his moral

characteristics. One was his stubborn, conscientious determination, at

any cost of awkwardness, or apparent inconsistency, or imperfection of

statement, to say out what he had to say, neither more nor less, just

as he thought it, and just as he felt it, with the most fastidious care

for truthful accuracy of meaning. He never would suffer what he

considered either the connection or the balance and adjustment of

varied and complementary truths to be sacrificed to force or point of

expression; and he had to choose sometimes, as all people have, between

a blurred, clumsy, and ineffective picture and a consciously incomplete

and untrue one. His choice never wavered; and as the artist's aim was

high, and his skill not always equally at his command, he preferred the

imperfection which left him the consciousness of honesty. The other

cause which threw a degree of haze round his writings was the personal

shape into which he was so fond of throwing his views. He shrunk from

their enunciation as arguments and conclusions which claimed on their

own account and by their own title the deference of all who read them;

and he submitted them as what he himself had found and had been granted

to see--the lessons and convictions of his own experience. Sympathy is,

no doubt, a great bond among all men; but, after all, men's experience

and their points of view are not all alike, and when we are asked to

see with another's eyes, it is not always easy. Mr. Maurice's desire to

give the simplest and most real form to his thoughts as they arose in

his own mind contributed more often than he supposed to prevent others

from entering into his meaning. He asked them to put themselves in his

place. He did not sufficiently put himself in theirs.

But he has taught us great lessons, of the sacredness, the largeness,

and, it may be added, the difficulty of truth; lessons of sympathy with

one another, of true humility and self-conquest in the busy and

unceasing activity of the intellectual faculties. He has left no school

and no system, but he has left a spirit and an example. We speak of him

here only as those who knew him as all the world knew him; but those

who were his friends are never tired of speaking of his grand

simplicity of character, of his tenderness and delicacy, of the

irresistible spell of lovableness which won all within its reach. They

remember how he spoke, and how he read; the tones of a voice of

singularly piercing clearness, which was itself a power of

interpretation, which revealed his own soul and went straight to the

hearts of hearers. He has taken his full share in the controversies of

our days, and there must be many opinions both about the line which he

took, and even sometimes about the temper in which he carried on

debate. But it is nothing but the plainest justice to say that he was a

philosopher, a theologian, and, we may add, a prophet, of whom, for his

great gifts, and, still more, for his noble and pure use of them, the

modern English Church may well be proud.

XX

SIR RICHARD CHURCH[23]

[23]

_Guardian_, 26th March 1873.

General Sir Richard Church died last week at Athens. Many English

travellers in the East find their way to Athens; most of them must have

heard his name repeated there as the name of one closely associated

with the later fortunes of the Greek nation, and linking the present

with times now distant; some of them may have seen him, and may

remember the slight wiry form which seemed to bear years so lightly,

the keen eye and grisled moustache and soldierly bearing, and perhaps

the antique and ceremonious courtesy, stately yet cordial, recalling a

type of manners long past, with which he welcomed those who had a claim

on his attentions or friendly offices. Five and forty years ago his

name was much in men's mouths. He was prominent in a band of

distinguished men, who represented a new enthusiasm in Europe. Less by

what they were able to do than by their character and their unreserved

self-devotion and sacrifice, they profoundly affected public opinion,

and disarmed the jealousy of absolutist courts and governments in

favour of a national movement, which, whether disappointment may have

followed its success, was one of the most just and salutary of

revolutions--the deliverance of a Christian nation from the hopeless

tyranny of the Turks.

He was one of the few remaining survivors of the generation which had

taken part in the great French war and in the great changes resulting

from it--changes which have in time given way to vaster alterations,

and been eclipsed by them. He began his military life as a boy-ensign

in one of the regiments forming part of the expedition which, under Sir

Ralph Abercromby, drove the French out of Egypt in 1801; and on the

shores of the Mediterranean, where his career began, it was for the

most part continued and finished. His genius led him to the more

irregular and romantic forms of military service; he had the gift of

personal influence, and the power of fascinating and attaching to

himself, with extraordinary loyalty, the people of the South. His

adventurous temper, his sympathetic nature, his chivalrous courtesy,

his thorough trustworthiness and sincerity, his generosity, his high

spirit of nobleness and honour, won for him, from Italians and Greeks,

not only that deep respect which was no unusual tribute from them to

English honesty and strength and power of command, but that love, and

that affectionate and almost tender veneration, for which strong and

resolute Englishmen have not always cared from races of whose

characteristic faults they were impatient.

His early promise in the regular service was brilliant; as a young

staff-officer, and by a staff-officer's qualities of sagacity,

activity, and decision, he did distinguished service at Maida; and had

he followed the movement which made Spain the great battle-ground for

English soldiers, he had every prospect of earning a high place among

those who fought under Wellington. But he clung to the Mediterranean.

He was employed in raising and organising those foreign auxiliary corps

which it was thought were necessary to eke out the comparatively scanty

numbers of the English armies, and to keep up threatening

demonstrations on the outskirts of the French Empire. It was in this

service that his connection with the Greek people was first formed, and

his deep and increasing interest in its welfare created. He was

commissioned to form first one, and then a second, regiment of Greek

irregulars; and from the Ionian Islands, from the mainland of Albania,

from the Morea, chiefs and bands, accustomed to the mountain warfare,

half patriotic, half predatory, carried on by the more energetic Greek

highlanders against the Turks, flocked to the English standards. The

operations in which they were engaged were desultory, and of no great

account in the general result of the gigantic contest; but they made

Colonel Church's name familiar to the Greek population, who were

hoping, amid the general confusion, for an escape from the tyranny of

the Turks. But his connection with Greece was for some time delayed.

His peculiar qualifications pointed him out as a fit man to be a medium

of communication between the English Government and the foreign armies

which were operating on the outside of the circle within which the

decisive struggle was carried on against Napoleon; and he was the

English Military Commissioner attached to the Austrian armies in Italy

in 1814 and 1815.

At the Peace, his eagerness for daring and adventurous enterprise was

tempted by great offers from the Neapolitan Government. The war had

left brigandage, allied to a fierce spirit of revolutionary

freemasonry, all-powerful in the south of Italy; and a stern and

resolute, yet perfectly honest and just hand, was needed to put it

down. He accepted the commission; he was reckless of conspiracy and

threats of assassination; he was known to be no sanguinary and

merciless lover of severity, but he was known also to be fearless and

inexorable against crime; and, not without some terrible examples, yet

with complete success, he delivered the south of Italy from the

scourge. But his thoughts had always been turned towards Greece; at

last the call came, and he threw himself with all his hopes and all his

fortunes into a struggle which more than any other that history can

show engaged at the time the interest of Europe. His first efforts

resulted in a disastrous defeat against overwhelming odds, for which,

as is natural, he has been severely criticised; his critics have shown

less quickness in perceiving the qualities which he displayed after

it--his unshaken, silent fortitude, the power with which he kept

together and saved the wrecks of his shattered and disheartened

volunteer army, the confidence in himself with which he inspired them,

the skill with which he extricated them from their dangers in the face

of a strong and formidable enemy, the humanity which he strove so

earnestly by word and example to infuse into the barbarous warfare

customary between Greeks and Turks, the tenacity with which he clung to

the fastnesses of Western Greece, obtaining by his perseverance from

the diplomacy of Europe a more favourable line of boundary for the new

nation which it at length recognised. To this cause he gave up

everything; personal risks cannot be counted; but he threw away all

prospects in England; he made no bargains; he sacrificed freely to the

necessities of the struggle any pecuniary resource that he could

command, neither requiring nor receiving any repayment. He threw in his

lot with the people for whom he had surrendered everything, in order to

take part in their deliverance. Since his arrival in Greece in 1827 he

has never turned his face westwards. He took the part which is perhaps

the only becoming and justifiable one for the citizen of one State who

permits himself to take arms, even in the cause of independence, for

another; having fought for the Greeks, he lived with them, and shared,

for good and for evil, their fortunes.

For more than forty years he has resided at Athens under the shadow of

the great rock of the Acropolis. Distinguished by all the honours the

Greek nation could bestow, military or political, he has lived in

modest retirement, only on great emergencies taking any prominent part

in the political questions of Greece, but always throwing his influence

on the side of right and honesty. The course of things in Greece was

not always what an educated Englishman could wish it to be. But

whatever his judgment, or, on occasion, his action might be, there

never could be a question, with his friends any more than with his

opponents--enemies he could scarcely be said to have--as to the

straightforwardness, the pure motives, the unsullied honour of anything

that he did or anything that he advised. The Greeks saw among them one

deeply sympathising with all that they cared for, commanding, if he had

pleased to work for it, considerable influence out of Greece, the

intimate friend of a Minister like Sir Edmund Lyons, yet keeping free

from the temptation to make that use of influence which seems so

natural to politicians in a place like Athens; thinking much of Greece

and of the interests of his friends there, but thinking as much of

truth and justice and conscience; hating intrigue and trick, and

shaming by his indignant rebuke any proposal of underhand courses that

might be risked in his presence.

The course of things, the change of ideas and of men, threw him more

and more out of any forward and prominent place in the affairs of

Greece. But his presence in Athens was felt everywhere. There was a man

who had given up everything for Greece and sought nothing in return.

His blameless unselfishness, his noble elevation of character, were a

warning and a rebuke to the faults which have done so much mischief to

the progress of the nation; and yet every Greek in Athens knew that no

one among them was more jealous of the honour of the nation or more

anxious for its good. To a new political society, freshly exposed to

the temptations of party struggles for power, no greater service can be

rendered than a public life absolutely clear from any suspicion of

self-seeking, governed uninterruptedly and long by public spirit,

public ends, and a strong sense of duty. Such a service General Church

has rendered to his adopted country. During his residence among them

for nearly half a century they have become familiar, not in word, but

in living reality, with some of the best things which the West has to

impart to the East. They have had among them an example of English

principle, English truth, English high-souled disinterestedness, and

that noble English faith which, in a great cause, would rather hope in

vain than not hope at all. They have learned to venerate all this, and,

some of them, to love it.

XXI

DEATH OF BISHOP WILBERFORCE[24]

[24]

_Guardian_, 23rd July 1873.

The beautiful summer weather which came on us at the beginning of this

week gives by contrast a strange and terrible point to the calamity,

the announcement of which sent such a shock through the whole country

on Monday last. Summer days in all their brilliance seemed come at

last, after a long waiting which made them the more delightful. But as

people came down to breakfast on that morning, or as they gathered at

railway stations on their way to business, the almost incredible

tidings met them that the Bishop of Winchester was dead; that he had

been killed by a fall from his horse. In a moment, by the most trivial

of accidents, one of the foremost and most stirring men of our

generation had passed away from the scene in which his part was so

large a one. With everything calm and peaceful round him, in the midst

of the keen but tranquil enjoyment of a summer evening ride with a

friend through some of the most charming scenery in England, looking

forward to meeting another friend, and to the pleasure which a quiet

Sunday brings to hard-worked men in fine weather, and a pleasant

country house, the blow fell. The moment before, as Lord Granville

remarks, he had given expression to the fulness of his enjoyment. He

was rejoicing in the fine weather, he was keenly noticing the beauty of

the scenery at every point of the way; with his characteristic love of

trees he was noticing the different kinds and the soils which suited

them; especially he was greatly pleased with his horse. There comes a

slight dip in the smooth turf; the horse stumbles and recovers himself

unhurt; but in that short interval of time all has vanished, all things

earthly, from that quick eye and that sensitive and sympathetic mind.

It is indeed tragic. He is said to have thought with distress of a

lingering end. He was spared it. He died as a soldier dies.

A shock like this brings with it also a shock of new knowledge and

appreciation of things. We are made to feel with a new force what it is

that we have lost, and to understand more exactly what is the

proportion of what we have lost to what we still retain. To friends and

opponents the Bishop of Winchester could not but be, under any

circumstances, a person of the greatest importance. But few of us,

probably, measured fully and accurately the place which he filled among

us. We are better aware of it now when he has been taken away from us.

Living among us, and acting before us from day to day, the object of

each day's observation and criticism, under each day's varying

circumstances and feelings, within our reach always if we wanted to see

him or to hear him, he was presented to our thoughts in that partial

disclosure, and that everyday homeliness, which as often disguise the

true and complete significance of a character, as they give substance

and reality to our conceptions of it. As the man's course moves on, we

are apt to lose in our successive judgments of the separate steps of

it--it may be stops of great immediate interest--our sense of its

connection and tendency, of the true measure of it as a whole, of the

degree in which character is growing and rising, or, on the other hand,

falling or standing still. The Bishop of Winchester had many

admirers--many who deeply loved and trusted him--many who, in the face

of a good deal of suspicion and hostile comment, stoutly insisted on

the high estimate which they had formed of him. But even among them,

and certainly in the more indifferent public, there were few who had

rightly made it clear to their own minds what he had really grown to be

both in the Church and the country.

For it is obvious, at the first glance now that he is gone, that there

is no one who can fill the place which he filled. It seems to us beyond

dispute that he has been the greatest Bishop the English Church has

seen for a century and a half. We do not say the greatest man, but the

greatest Bishop; the one among the leaders of the English Church who

most adequately understood the relations of his office, not only to the

Church, but to his times and his country, and who most adequately

fulfilled his own conception of them. We are very far from saying this

because of his exuberant outfit of powers and gifts; because of his

versatility, his sympathetic nature, his eager interest in all that

interested his fellows, his inexhaustible and ready resources of

thought and speech, of strong and practical good sense, of brilliant or

persuasive or pathetic eloquence. In all this he had equals and rivals,

though perhaps he had not many in the completeness and balance of his

powers. Nor do we say anything of those gifts, partly of the intellect,

but also of the soul and temper and character, by which he was able at

once to charm without tiring the most refined and fastidious society,

to draw to him the hearts of hard-working and anxious clergymen, and to

enchain the attention of the dullest and most ignorant of rustic

congregations. All these are, as it seems to us, the subordinate, and

not the most interesting, parts of what he was; they were on the

surface and attracted notice, and the parts were often mistaken for the

whole. Nor do we forget what often offended even equitable judges,

disliking all appearance of management and mere adroitness--or what was

often objected against his proceedings by opponents at least as

unscrupulous as they wished him to be thought. We are far from thinking

that his long career was free from either mistakes or faults; it is not

likely that a course steered amid such formidable and perplexing

difficulties, and steered with such boldness and such little attempt to

evade them, should not offer repeated occasions not only for

ill-natured, but for grave and serious objections.

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