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he had friends, go where he would : for the intellect, 

 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, 1 "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 p kilos ophi. . . . 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 



1 ' Paraguay, 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. 



