following two letters to Mrs. Hort are concerned with this labour of love, and the former of them mentions the window in Great St. Mary's Church in Cambridge, in which my father's features are depicted in the representation of St. Thomas, Bishop Lightfoot as St. Matthew being on his right and Professor Hort as St. James on his left. It may here be remarked that Bishop Lightfoot portrayed my father to illustrate Benedict Biscop in a window of the Chapel at Auckland.

BISHOP AUCKLAND, 28th September 1893.

The very beautiful photographs reached us safely yesterday, but I delayed my thanks till to-day in the hope that I might be able to send the little Prefatory Note for your consideration. This I am able to do. You will feel how hard it was to write anything: how very hard not to write too much or too little. I have tried to say just the few things which general readers ought to know and no more. You cannot feel as strongly as I do how utterly inadequate the words are.

The treatment of the figures in the windows is very striking, as far as I am able to judge, and Mrs. Westcott is greatly pleased with all. Till I covered up Dean Stanley's beard I could not recognise him. The idealisation of Dr. Arnold is very fine, and it was an impressive thought to make him the young man of the whole group. The look of Dr. Lightfoot is also most beautifully rendered. How solemn to stand in the company of the unseen!

BISHOP AUCKLAND, 21st November 1893.

My dear Mrs. Hort-It was a great pleasure to receive the long-expected volume. Its appearance is most attractive. The colour is a relief from our habitual brown livery, and the whole form of the book seems to be worthy. Thank you

1 The photographs of the window. Dean Stanley's features serve for St. Matthias, Professor Maurice's for St. Simon, and Dr. Arnold's for St. Jude.

for connecting this copy with happy memories of the past. Almost at the same time I was called upon to write a few lines in introduction to a reprint of the article on Dr. Lightfoot from the Quarterly. I do not suppose that any one ever had such friends as have been given to me, and I feel them to be my friends still.-Ever yours affectionately,

B. F. DUNELM.

An interesting event of this year was the Bishop's Visitation of the Cathedral. He approached this enterprise in the regular discharge of his duties, and was much surprised, as he commenced his arrangements, to discover that the Cathedral body had apparently not been visited since the days of Bishop Cosin (16601674), his amazement being but slightly mitigated by a subsequent discovery of a Visitation in 1725. These discoveries, however, did not deter him from performing what he considered to be an obvious duty, and the Visitation was held accordingly.

My father was a frequent advocate of the cause of the Church of England Temperance Society both on public platforms and otherwise, but he was, of course, temperate in his speeches on this subject, and would not condemn the moderate use of pure beer. In fact,

his zeal in the cause of pure beer involved him in a correspondence which was published in the newspapers in the latter part of 1893, and his picture, together with some of the following words spoken by him, was utilised for the adornment of the advertisement of a brewer of pure beer :

My idea is that they might have a public-house in which good beers alone would be sold. . . . If they were to establish what I would call a temperance public-house, it should be limited to the sale of good beer together with non-intoxicants. I would rigidly exclude wine and spirits.

The Bishop proceeded to define pure beer as "the product of barley malt and hops only, no chemical or other injurious substitute for malt being used."

The Bishop was himself a teetotaller because of the present necessity, and although he sometimes with seeming seriousness professed to be much drawn towards beer, I never saw him taste any of the seductive fluid. My father's last visit to the Continent was paid in 1894. He then went to the south of France, having his youngest son for a companion. The following letters to his wife narrate some of their experiences:

AVIGNON, 11th April 1894.

Avignon is, I think, the most impressive city I have ever seen. There is scarcely any trace of the industries of to-day. All except one straight street to a modern Place and the Place itself is of the Middle Ages, or at least of the old world. Even our hotel has an old tower included in it, with some illustrious shield carved on its walls. There is, too, a most beautiful public garden on the edge of a cliff over the Rhone which commands a view of the city and the country round. The view is magnificent, with walls of distant mountains on all sides, and in front, opposite to the Castle of the Popes, the Castle of the King. After breakfast we started to see the Cathedral and the Papal Palace. The Palace is a barrack for 1500 soldiers. They sleep in what was once Chapel and Council-Chamber. The sight of the military arrangements was not the least interesting part of the visit. The Cathedral has a good bit of Roman work built into it. After an early lunch, we went to see the King's Castle across the river, in which is a wonderful little Byzantine chapel, utterly unlike anything Western, just as if it had come from Greece. We then visited the fragment of the great twelfthcentury bridge, which has on it another chapel of great interest. Then we went to the public gardens for another survey of the place, and I was filled to the brim with sightseeing. This morning we start for the Pont du Gard and

Nismes and go on to Arles; to-morrow night we intend to return here.

ARLES, 11th April, 10 P.M.

We have accomplished our day far more easily than I expected. We had a splendid time at the Pont du Gard. I could not but think that perhaps every block had cost the life of a captive Gaul. It was laid assuredly in men. We saw Nismes also very well. The old amphitheatre was being arranged for a bull-fight next Sunday. The ages meet.

ARLES, 12th April 1894.

Having seen Avignon, Nismes, and Arles, we have changed -or rather I have changed-our plans, and we propose to go to Paris and on to-night so as to reach London on Friday evening instead of Saturday. Three days' sight-seeing is as much as I can accomplish. It is most exciting work, and I have accumulated more experiences than ever before, I think, in so short a time: Rome, early Christianity, and the Middle Ages have in some way lived before us. Still, I shall be glad to be quiet (?) at home again. We have seen no paper, heard no news, and had no letter since we left, but we hope to find a letter at Avignon before we start.

P.L.M.R., 14th April.

We have nearly accomplished our journey to Paris, so that we are almost in sight of home. We (i.e. Basil) chose the second train for our journey. When it reached Avignon, it appeared that it was quite full. We (ie. I) went all along the carriages and found no place. . . . At last I saw a carriage in which there were only three people, one reposing at length, and I boldly entered; Basil lingered, but I bade him mount, and all proved well. . . . The journey was fairly comfortable. A wash and coffee restored us, and I had provided a bottle of milk for my own satisfaction. B. will have none of it. This shall be posted at Paris. We had no letter before we left last night, but I asked the landlord to forward it.

Subsequently, in a letter to his youngest son, he recalls the memories of this brief excursion :

LOLLARDS' TOWER, 27th May 1894.

I often think of the basement of the Roman wall at Arles: that and the Pont du Gard impressed me most of all the special things we saw. All the spirit of Rome was in them. Perhaps the spirit of Faith was in the cloisters of St. Trophimus,

or even more in the West front, and in one or two of the sarcophagus' (I cannot write a plural); the spirit of war in Avignon; and the spirit of the world in the Amphitheatre. Patience, sympathy, co-operation as yet were not. I never learnt so much in three days.

In May 1894 a Missionary Conference of the Anglican Communion was held in London. My father preached the inaugural sermon of this Conference in St. Paul's. He also presided at some of the meetings, which were held in St. James's Hall. The following letter to his wife tells of these events: