MEMOIR. XXXV 
in his case, never overruled the affections ; and 
perhaps it has fallen to the lot of few, dying at his 
comparatively early age, to leave so many sorrowing 
hearts behind them. 
And now, but one word further. The late 
Charles Kingsley — again to quote his writings, still 
in the same connexion as before, with reference, that 
is, to his friend, Charles Mansfield, traveller, orni- 
thologist, and devotee of science, the posthumous 
writer above referred to — has said some touching 
words, which the editor of these pages, too partial, it 
may be, in his estimate of the deceased, would fain 
transcribe, and apply to the subject of the present 
memoir. " He was one of those rare spirits," writes 
Charles Kingsley,^ "to whom this life and this world 
have been, as far as human minds can judge, little 
beyond a schoolhouse for some nobler life and world 
to come. Cut off at the very climacteric of his years, 
just as he was beginning to give the world evidence 
of his faculties, and just as he had acquired the 
power of using them in an orderly and practical 
method, he has left little behind but the disjecta 
membra philosophi. . . . Never have I met a human 
being to whom as clearly as to him the thing which 
seemed right was a thing to be done forthwith, at all 
hazards, and at any sacrifice. ... He had gathered 
' Paragjiay, Brazil, and the Plate. By C. B. Mansfield, M.A. 
With a Sketch of the Author's Life by the Rev. C. Kingsley, pp. xi.-xvi. 
