d ally of Christianity, was
widening to a general recognition. And when, in April, 1884, Mr.
Gladstone nominated him to a Residentiary Canonry at St. Paul's,
everyone felt that the Prime Minister had matched a great man with
a great opportunity.

From that day to this, Henry Scott Holland has lived in the public
eye, so there is no need for a detailed narrative of his more recent
career. All London has known him as a great and inspiring preacher;
a literary critic of singular skill and grace; an accomplished
teacher in regions quite outside theology; a sympathetic counsellor
in difficulty and comforter in distress; and one of the most vivid
and joyous figures in our social life. It is possible to trace
some change in his ways of thinking, though none in his ways of
feeling and acting. His politics have swayed from side to side
under the pressure of conflicting currents. Some of his friends
rejoice--and others lament--that he is much less of a partisan
than he was; that he is apt to see two and even three sides of
a question; and that he is sometimes kind to frauds and humbugs,
if only they will utter the shibboleths in which he himself so
passionately believes. But, through all changes and chances, he
has stood as firm as a rock for the social doctrine of the Cross,
and has made the cause of the poor, the outcast, and the overworked
his own. He has shown the glory of the Faith in its human bearings,
and has steeped Dogma and, Creed and Sacrament and Ritual in his
own passionate love of God and man.

Stupid people misunderstand him. Wicked people instinctively hate
him. Worldly people, sordid people, self-seekers, and promotion-hunters,
contemn him as an amiable lunatic. But his friends forget all measure
and restraint when they try to say what they feel about him. One
whom I have already quoted writes again: "I feel Holland is little
changed from what he was as a schoolboy and an undergraduate--the
same joyous spirit, unbroken good temper, quick perception and
insight, warm sympathy, love of friends, kind interest in lives
of all sorts, delight in young people--these never fail. He never
seems to let the burden of life and the sadness of things depress
his cheery, hopeful spirit. I hope that what I send may be of some
use. I cannot express what I feel. I love him too well."

This is the tribute of one friend; let me add my own. I do not
presume to say what I think about him as a spiritual guide and
example; I confi