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flannel petticoats, one gloves, one (in guise of a shoemaker) 

 boots — in each case to rig out the whole dozen. £10 came 

 for coals ''by order"; a legacy of £100 fell in at the very 

 nick of time ; need highest, help nighest. Would you read 

 the riddle? "For the good man some will even dare to 

 die." "Love is love's loadstone." From mouth to mouth 

 the news had flown ; he wanted aid ; who so niggardly as 

 to withhold a trifle ? The very orphans went out (like a 

 certain widow) to gather sticks for fuel; worked list slippers 

 on the sly to save shoe-leather — "after dusk," you under- 

 stand; a widow's mite outweighing in his mind the greater 

 gifts, and bringing tears to his eyes. 



He dwelt much on the responsibility of graduates to trades- 

 men, servants, students. Jealously he guarded Sunday rest 

 for his staff". Not that he was a pedantic Sabbatarian. 

 Certain plants could not safely be left 36 hours without 

 tendance ; they must have it, it is their right. A short time 

 would suffice for the job, and all be set free to serve God 

 in His courts, or to tighten home bonds, according to their 

 conscience. To open a pleasure ground to saunterers was 

 quite another matter — no "work of necessity," as he construed 

 the words; the demand was hollow, and must be withstood. 



Business were on a sounder footing in Cambridge — in the 

 world — if we one and all would take pattern by him. Where 

 he gave his custom he never withdrew it, never went to 

 London for what he cuuld buy here, never left a bill unpaid. 

 "I have lost the best friend I ever had; my own for fifty 

 years, my father's before me." Such tributes fellow-townsmen 

 laid on his grave. When he lay tethered to his chair, the 

 cab-owner, employed by him from the 6rst, went out four 

 miles to pick flowers, such as he loved for his table. Better, 

 far better, was he known in the town — aye, over Europe, 

 and beyond — than in the modern University; and, wherever 

 known, honoured and loved. Unwittingly we have lost our 

 Cambridge Lord Shaftesbury : consult the Clergy of St. 

 Barnabas' and St. Philip's. 



Like his friend. Professor Miller, he was apt with tools, 

 so standing nearer to artisans than those who draw on shops 

 for their needs. Such teachers breed manlier pupils, and 

 are less costly to society. Self-help was the rule of Cam- 

 bridge seventy years ago. 



