Id 
For the same principles he fought upon a wider field. Before Yeast 
he had written a dramatic poem, Zhe Saint’s Tragedy. Frederick Denison 
Maurice wrote a preface and procured publication by Macmillan. And 
here I cannot put pause a moment to say how much we must all wish we 
could have the Bishop of the Diocese here to-night. In his mind was the 
very wisdom of Maurice, in his heart the chivalry of Kingsley. What 
would not he make of this address if he were giving it. How fresh the 
spirit of Maurice blew through his episcopate; how fresh and free. For 
he made it effectually his own, no imitator but himself a pioneer. God 
give him a happy evening after the burden and heat of the long day. 
This friendly act of Maurice brought Kingsley into the little company 
who were helping and guiding the working men in London during the 
years that centred round the Chartist trouble. Ludlow was one of these, 
Tom Hughes (that Chester name) was another. If you would know the 
story of their efforts read Alton Locke, the novel in which Kingsley portrays 
the movement, and read it in Macmillan’s edition with Hughes’ memoir 
of Kingsley from 1848 to 1856. Kingsley boldly called himself a Chartist, 
but no less boldly stood up for the true principles of chartered freedom 
against the false. “ Chartist’’? hardly means much to modern ears. But 
’ Kingsley also called himself a Christian Socialist, and it is necessary to 
explain what he meant by that. He did not mean what we commonly 
understand by Socialism, the absorption of the citizen in the State. He 
meant, so far as organisation goes, what we now call co-operation; and 
for the spirit, this sentence may be quoted from the preface to the later 
(1854) edition of Alton Locke: “Let the workmen of Britain train them- 
selves in the corporate spirit, and in the obedience and self-control which 
it brings, as they easily can in associations, and bear in mind always that 
only he who can obey is fit to rule; and then, when they are fit for it, the 
Charter may come, or things, I trust, far better than the Charter.” Thus 
he spoke to the working men. They did not quite like it, but they 
listened. To us, gathered here to-night, he would have spoken from 
another point of view, and we should not quite like it. These “Chartists ” 
set an example of courage, and of plain dealing with both sides. There- 
fore they efiected something. Whatever else Kingsley, Maurice, Hughes 
were, they were men, every inch of them; and men like men to deal with 
them. 
Sone ... “ Taz Sanns o’ Dee” (from Alton Locke) ... Miss ANDERTON. 
2.—KincsLey Taz Naturauist.—Kingsley’s “ Socialism ” sprang from his 
concrete knowledge of the hardshins of.the men he knew. The trend of 
philosophy to-day is from the abstract to the concrete, and he anticipated 
that trend. It is the working of the scientific temper, and so in Kingsley’s 
work at Nature he was really scientific. His interest sprang from his 
keen delight in the country where he lived, in the rivers he fished, in the 
living things about him. Thus at Clovelly he studied on the sea-shore, 
and presently he wrote Glaucus: at Cambridge he loved the Fens, and we 
know how he described them in A?ton Locke and in Prose Idyl/s. But at 
Eversley above all he was learning every day, with continued patient 
observation and with enthusiastic wonder, And here let us refresh our- 
selves by listening to a natural history song. 
“Tre Hatry Ovstr” ... Miss ANDERTON. 
That enthusiastic wonder is to be dwelt upon. Wonder, says Plato, is 
_ the beginning of philosophy. And Kingsley, solid and patient as he was 
in science, was always a philosopher also. So it ought to be. In the 
great days of Greek philosophy, advance in science was ever the impulse 
to advance in philosophic thought: so we may hope it is to be to-day. 
In Kingsley’s time science was hindered by the supposed antagonism of 
_Teligion. Some were for reconciling the twain by separating them into dis- 
tinct spheres. Kingsley would have none of that. To him all was one: The 
_ path to the eternal ran through the visible: heaven was not beyond but 
