in such movements, and was sweeping the original party of the
movement aside, and was taking its place. The most prominent person
in it, was a man of elegant genius, of classical mind, of rare talent
in literary composition:--Mr. Oakeley. He was not far from my own
age; I had long known him, though of late years he had not been in
residence at Oxford; and quite lately, he has been taking several
signal occasions of renewing that kindness, which he ever showed
towards me when we were both in the Anglican Church. His tone of mind
was not unlike that which gave a character to the early movement; he
was almost a typical Oxford man, and, as far as I recollect, both in
political and ecclesiastical views, would have been of one spirit
with the Oriel party of 1826-1833. But he had entered late into the
Movement; he did not know its first years; and, beginning with a new
start, he was naturally thrown together with that body of eager,
acute, resolute minds who had begun their Catholic life about the
same time as he, who knew nothing about the _Via Media_, but had
heard much about Rome. This new party rapidly formed and increased,
in and out of Oxford, and, as it so happened, contemporaneously with
that very summer, when I received so serious a blow to my
ecclesiastical views from the study of the Monophysite controversy.
These men cut into the original Movement at an angle, fell across its
line of thought, and then set about turning that line in its own
direction. They were most of them keenly religious men, with a true
concern for their souls as the first matter of all, with a great zeal
for me, but giving little certainty at the time as to which way they
would ultimately turn. Some in the event have remained firm to
Anglicanism, some have become Catholics, and some have found a refuge
in Liberalism. Nothing was clearer concerning them, than that they
needed to be kept in order; and on me who had had so much to do with
the making of them, that duty was as clearly incumbent; and it is
equally clear, from what I have already said, that I was just the
person, above all others, who could not undertake it. There are no
friends like old friends; but of those old friends, few could help
me, few could understand me, many were annoyed with me, some were
angry, because I was breaking up a compact party, and some, as a
matter of conscience, could not listen to me. I said, bitterly, "You
are throwing me on others, whether I will or no." Yet