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minister from Scotland, delivered a discourse in the Abbey. Dean 

 Stanley and his wife, lady Augusta, are known to be private friends 

 of the Queen's, who from time to time drops in at their tea-table 

 without ceremony, glad to have a few moments rmartificial com- 

 munion with non-courtiers, — just as she so evidently enjoys doing 

 with honest Scottish folk when sojourning at Balmoral.- — The note 

 which I transcribe will give another glimpse into the busy, over- 

 strained life of gifted and enlightened men, at the. present epoch, 

 when drawn within the vortex of public affairs, (The Dean has 

 been pressed to say when he will deliver a certain lecture of which 

 he had held out hopes to friends down at Bradford. We can con- 

 ceive him in. the midst of his multifarious occupations up in town 

 replying as follows :) — " My lecture at Bradford is quite uncertain ; 

 but it cannot, under any circumstances, be before the winter. Many 

 thanks for your kLud invitation, of which I shtill be very glad to 

 avail myself ; but at this distance of time I am unable to promise 

 anything. Yours faithfully, A. P. Stanley." I add a second note 

 from the same hand, of interest to myself at least, as it recalls a 

 very memorable visit under his guidance, to the famous Jerusalem 

 Chamber (where Convocation was sitting at the time) in. Westminster 

 Abbey, and other amenities at the Deanery : "I shall be very glad 

 to see you at 12 on Tuesday," he says in his note, "and will take you 

 into the Jerusalem Chamber with the utmost pleasu.re. 'No official 

 costume is needed. Yours faithfully- A. P. Stanley." Not 

 unworthy of insertion here is an autograph of Canon Liddon, one of 

 the most eloquent of modern Oxfordmen, combining profundity of 

 thought with facility of expression ; as"' all will confess who have 

 been so fortunate as to listen to him : under the dome of St. Paul's, 

 for example, amidst assembled thousands held spell-bound by his 

 ideas and words for an hour at a stretch. His relic is simply a 

 request made to a friend in Christ Chvirch, Oxford, to allow him to 

 make u.se of some room in College of his, probably a lecture room, 

 for a particular purpose. " Would you forgive me" he writes in a 

 free, running, admirable hand, " for askiug you if you. would allow my 

 guests to-moiTOW evening to assemble in your room at 7 o'clock. 

 Yours very truly, W. P. Liddon." 



Next comes an autograph memento of Max Mtiller, Fellow of All 

 Soul's, Oxford, and Taylorian Professor there, a great authority in 

 the new science of Comparative Philology. I had the satisfaction 



