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pictures hanging on the walls of the Eoyal 

 Academy. One of her best portraits was that in 

 oils of Professor F. D. Maurice, now in the 

 National Portrait Gallery. To those of us who 

 are old enough to recollect his preaching in 

 Lincoln's Inn Chapel, this portrait forcibly recalls 

 the pathetic, yearning expression of that noble 

 head. 



In many directions Miss Hayward was a 

 woman of no common powers. She was a good 

 linguist ; as a child keeping a diary in Italian, and 

 when she went from Wokingham in 1852 to live 

 in London, helping a friend who had started a 

 school for hurdy-gurdy boys, among whom many 

 dialects of Italian had to be spoken as well as 

 understood. At Sidmouth, besides amusing her- 

 self with many translations from German poets, 

 she was chosen as critic and judge by a small 

 Translation Society. And to help her under- 

 standing of the New Testament, she studied Greek. 



But greater than her gifts in any special 

 branch of art or literature was her power of help- 

 ing both head and heart of all those who enjoyed 

 the happiness of her friendship. The right book 

 would be given, the needful tools for carving or 



