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in the solitude of a wild parish, could not fail to run risk of 
becoming narrow, with the sense of proportion blurred. He 
lacked concentration, but not thought. He was strangely 
unequal. He never took the impress of what he called the 
smoothing iron of the 19th century. The battles of his prime 
wrought their revenges on the activity and balance of his 
mind. He had the true Bohemian’s association witfi ideas 
of unconventionality, romance, impatience of restraint, 
and carelessness for order and proportion. 
On the top of the base of the cross which marks his grave 
in Plymouth Cemetery there is inscribed this line from a 
part of the Sangraal which was known to be autobiographical : 
“ I would not be forgotten in this land.” 
It is not likely that there will fade in the county of the 
Lizard and Lyonesse the memory of the parson who was 
content to dwell among his own people and to give that 
people of his best, ever keeping alive Truth’s holy lamp, 
pure source of bright effect, who gathered together in attractive 
form records of the many saints who in olden time had 
walked that land and blessed it, and who the little tyrant 
of his fields withstood and denounced the oppression of the 
local guardians. Look at this weird figure standing out bold 
and clear in an age foreign to his own. Think of him as the 
great restorer, the man who brought back to our literature 
that which is one of the most inspiring and delightful branches 
of letters — the ballad. The man who after generations of 
disuse revived the wholesome custom of harvest festivals 
in church. ' The man who was ever the friend of those who 
had no helper, the advocate of the absent, who in defence of 
right and justice for the weak, was not afraid to attack publicly 
the most powerful in the land, notably a minister of the Crown 
(Sir James Graham), and the Thunderer of Printing House 
Square. Surely such a man, with behind him such a notable 
record in Church and county and letters, might fairly claim 
to say with the Prince of Denmark : “I have some rights of 
memory in this Kingdom.” It was hoped that the con- 
sideration of his life and works by the Club would tend to aid 
the fulfilment of his natural and pious aspiration : — 
“ I would not be forgotten in this land.” 
