1XXX. THE LATE MR. H. J. MOULE, M.A. 



My brother's character combined with the conditions of his life 

 to produce some special results in the way of knowledge and of 

 work. In his tutor days, while never greatly liking journeys for 

 their own sake, he had to travel a good deal in the way of duty, 

 and saw much, first and last, of many parts of the British Isles, 

 of France, Germany, and Switzerland. Everywhere he observed 

 keenly, and his innumerable water-colours (many of them, both 

 of landscape and of architecture, admirable for life and truth), 

 are an index of one sort of this observation. To a remarkable 

 degree, he combined a love of Nature, which entered with a 

 peculiar insight into the essence of landscape, with a keen 

 appetite for well nigh every variety of knowledge, perhaps above 

 all for knowledge of the past, both of Nature and of nations. 

 His commonplace books are a monument of wide, methodical, 

 and always accurate reading. Indeed, it would have been easy to 

 think, often, that he lived upon books, enjoying ./Elian or Pliny 

 as keenly as he enjoyed the modern essayist, historian, or 

 poet. 



His native county, with her wonderful wealth of traces of 

 the historic and prehistoric past, was a perpetual stimulus to 

 his love of knowledge all through his later years. His Old 

 Dorset is a characteristic expression of his blended ardour and 

 accuracy in such studies. And I cannot but hope that a 

 companion volume may some day see the light a collection 

 of his papers for the Field Club. 



On my beloved brother's warm and faithful heart, his intense 

 home affections, his unshaken Christian faith, ever brighter to 

 the close, I do not dwell. But to leave them unmentioned 

 would be to sketch the portrait all awry. May his dear memory 

 be to me, even to the end, alike for mind, and heart, and soul, a 

 living inspiration. 



HANDLEY DUNELM. 



