FRANCIS TREVELYAN BUCKLAND. 363 



old house in Christ Church, Quadrangle. I am 

 now about half-way across the stage of life, and 

 tliank God I am just beginning to feel my feet. 

 But, oh ! what I have lost since last birthday, the 

 best friend a man can have in the world, his 

 mother. 7 ' 



He did not know that he was very much more 

 than "half-way across the stage of life already." 

 It is well that we walk by faith rather than sight. 



"Oh! blissful, peaceful ignorance, 



'Tis blessed not to know; 

 It keeps me quiet, in those Arms 



Which will not let me go, 

 And hushes all my soul to rest 

 On the Bosom which loves me so. 



'* So I go on, not knowing 



I would not if I might 4 

 I'd rather walk with God in the dark 



Than walk alone in the light; 

 I'd rather walk with him by faith 



Than walk alone by sight." 



Iii 1859, after a laborious search of some weeks 

 in the vaults of St. Martin's in the Fields, Buck- 

 land found the body of John Hunter, the father of 

 modern physiology, and the coffin was reinterred in 

 Westminster Abbey. Though a most disagreeable 

 task, he said, "I must not shrink from doing a 

 thing at first sight disagreeable, or nothing will 

 ever be accomplished. Nothing like determina- 

 tion and perseverance." The Leeds School of 



