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1867. if I could take the office. The secretary said (without applica- 

 tion to me) that he knew I would not take it. The other Pro- 

 fessors declined on principle, though they could have held it, and 

 some old students were appointed. But in time the other Pro- 

 fessors came into it quietly, without my being told. I smiled 

 and shut my eyes. 



I have got over all the disgust of the matter, and am fast 

 losing the remembrance of the place. To my surprise I went to 

 my publisher's to-day, opposite the College, and was there half 

 an hour. When I had come away I remembered that I had 

 quite forgotten the College, and had not any recollection of 

 having seen it. 



I suppose you have your share of the ritualism in Leeds. I 

 hear of it from my girls, who sometimes go to one of the show- 

 places. I read a book of essays about it a month or two ago. 

 There is the Roman system complete ; doctrine quite full on all 

 points ; a strong aspiration for the time when men will be pre- 

 vented from undermining the orthodoxy of their neighbours, 

 which can mean nothing but penalties for expression of heterodox 

 opinion in private life. We are getting on in every point, the 

 matter is coming to a crisis, and the hierarchy has no courage ; 

 one would suppose they back the winner. 



Neate is with his family at Baden, or some such place. I have 

 hardly heard of Mason since he changed his living. I believe he 

 finds the change has done him much good. I have lately renewed 

 acquaintance with a man who was an infant when I last saw 

 him Samuel S. Greathead, of Trinity College. He is the 

 nephew of S. Maitland, and is rector of Corringham, near Rom- 

 ford. He tells me that a large quantity of Maitland' s papers 

 were destroyed by an ignorant executor. 



Yours sincerely, 



A. DE MOKGAN. 



To Sir John Herschel. 



91 Adelaide Road, KW., October 18, 1867. 



MY DEAR SIR JOHN, Be no way prepared to start when you 

 see 110 black border ; it is a thing which I never will use. Black 

 is not my colour of death. I followed to Kensal Green yesterday 

 the remains of my second son, George, who died of phthisis in 

 the throat on Monday at Ventnor, after three years of alarm as 

 to his lungs. A voyage to the West Indies two years ( + ) ago 



