XXVI CHARLES CARDALE BABINGTON. 



round Babington's fireside. Many a bud of spiritual life, nipt 

 by frosts of cynic scorn without, burst into full bloom in that 

 sunny atmosphere. 



"Cardale Babington is common sense in flesh and blood; a 

 Nathanael without guile." Such is the likeness caught to the 

 life by one long near to him, John Couch Adams; and the 

 painter himself might have sat for the portrait 



Sir Thomas Wade, hearing that Babington bemoaned his 

 enforced absence from a lecture, delivered in the Lent term 

 (1895) in King's Hall, and had read the report with great 

 relish, came to sit an hour with him, repeating the pith of 

 what he had said. As the two veterans were so soon to be 

 united in death,^° this last meeting will long haunt the 

 mourners' memory. 



Two or three shreds from a favorite poet will divulge to by- 

 standers something of the image of his character and principles 

 left upon those who knew him from the inside, intus et in cute. 



But here was ne'er a Complement, not one 

 Spruce, supple cringe, or studj'd looke put on. 

 All was plaine, modest truth. 



Heney Vaughan's Sacred Poems (1847) p. 19. 



Walk with thy fellow-creatures; note the hush 

 And whispers amongst them. There 's not a Spring, 



Or Leafe but hath his Morning-hymn. Each Bush 

 And Oak doth know I AM. Cau'st thou not sing? 



O leave thy cares, and follies ! go this way ; 



And thou art sure to prosper all the day. — ibid. p. 56. 



Teach both mine eyes and feet to move 

 Within those bounds set by Thy love; 

 Grant I may soft and lowly be, 

 And minde those things I cannot see. 



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Above all, make me love the poor, 

 Those burthens to the rich man's door; 

 Let me admire those, and be kinde 

 To low estates and a low minde. 

 If the world offers to me aught* 

 That by Thy book must not be sought. 

 Or, though it should be lawful, may 

 Prove not expedient for Thy way, 

 To shun that peril let Thy grace 

 Prevail with me to shun the place. 

 Let me be wise to please Thee still, 

 And let men call me what they will. — ibid. pp. 168, 169. 



* So read for nought, as it stands in the book. 



