614 LEAVES THEY HAVE TOUCHED. 



This note is dated from Ti-inity Lodge, Cambridge, Sep. 22, 1862. 

 The hand is minute and clear, and not indicative of the imperious 

 character which the writer was reported to possess. Whewell's death 

 was occasioned by a fall from his horse in 1866. I add a brief eulogy 

 pronounced at the time by Christopher Wordsworth, then Archdeacon 

 of Westminster. It is an old friend's grateful testimony to the 

 many excellent gifts and traits of character conspicuous in Whewell. 

 " Before I proceed," Wordsworth said at a meeting of the Anglo- 

 Continental Society held at Willis' rooms in London, " to move the 

 next resolution, I must crave leave to give vent to personal feelings. 

 I have come this morning from the west of England to London, 

 where I have met with that sorrowful intelligence from Cambridge 

 which has grieved so many hearts. It was my privilege," he said, 

 "just a fortnight ago, to be enjoying the delightful hospitality of 

 Trinity Lodge, a place endeared to me by so many delightful recol- 

 lections, private and public, together with some members of niy 

 family ; and it was there our happiness to enjoy the society of him, 

 who though he had passed his three score years and ten, retained the 

 vigour and buoyancy, and even the joyousness of youth, overflowing 

 from the largeness of his heart with kindly and genial tenderness. 

 This is not the place," he continued, " for dwelling on those intel- 

 lectual gifts, with which he was endued in rich abundance, almost 

 ■\vithout an equal in his own College and University ; nor may I 

 dilate here on the happy consecration of those intellectual gifts to the 

 cause of Christianity ; but I may ask permission to say, that if there 

 ever was a noble and magnanimous spirit, disdaining all that was 

 low or mean, petty or paltry, loving whatever was honourable, high 

 and holy, it was that of the late Master of Trinity College. Forgive 

 this poor tribute from one who had the honour of enjoying his friend- 

 ship for about forty years. Sis saltern accumulem donis, et fungar 

 inani Munere." Wordsworth speaks of Trinity Lodge as a place 

 endeared to him by x'ecollections private and public. He had himself 

 been a Fellow ; and his father was for many years Master. He had 

 also been Public Orator, an elected functionary who on all public 

 occasions is the mouthpiece of the University ; and in this capacity 

 I have often heard him deliver himself in the Senate House in 

 fine Ciceronian Latin. My transcript from an autograph relic of 

 Christopher Wordsworth, who is now Bishop . of Lincoln, shall be 

 one having reference to a personage once well known among our- 



