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CONSTANCE C. W. NADEN. 
June, 1890. 
mean acquaintance with its detail, she transferred her active 
intelligence, her keen reasoning faculty, and great powers of 
acquisition, to new ground. No inducements seemed* sufficient 
to prevail upon her to become a mere scientific specialist. 
For her the absorbing questions seemed to be, What is man, 
whence and whither? 
But though she came to gather for herself the elements of 
the synthetic philosophy which she thought to pursue as a 
life-work, she also gave freely of her time and talents to the 
social life of the College. For some time she served as editress 
of the Magazine, and was always, till she left England 
for the East, a chief contributor to its pages. In the first 
number of the first volume (1883) there is a sonnet of hers, 
“ Hercules.” The second number contains an article on 
‘‘Scientific Idealism;” the next a paper on “ Paracelsus.” 
These serve to show the habitually serious turn of her mind, 
while a couple of pages of verse, under the title “ Scientific 
Wooing,” in the third number, provide an example of her 
sprightly humour, of which other instances are scattered 
through the later numbers of our Magazine, as well as in the 
published volumes of her poems. Unfortunately she was 
obliged to resign the editorship in December, 1884. The last 
act of what may be regarded as her student life was the 
composition of the essay on “ Induction and Deduction,” for 
which the first award of the Heslop Gold Medal was made. 
Then came the journey to the East, her illness in India, and 
return home. Her friends hoped for the best, and looked 
forward with confidence to the ripening of that noble fruitage 
of which the spring-time of her life had given promise so 
abundant. This, however, was not to be. The treasure of 
this young and ardent life is spilled and wasted ; and for 
those of us who mourn her loss there is no consolation but 
the memory of the flower that lived but such a little day and 
then was seen no more. 
W. A. T. 
PART IV. 
“ Take the Godhead into your own Being, 
And It abdicates its cosmic throne.” 
Schiller. 
A memoir of Miss Constance Naden, as Mr. Hughes and 
myself agree in thinking, which should ignore the scientific 
hylo-ideal, or automorphic principle, or synthesis underlying 
and suffusing her whole intellectual and ethical architectonic, 
would be like the tragedy of Hamlet minus its Protagonist. 
1 shall here state, in as few and clear words as possible, the 
