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Joyfully Re 
 
 A SKETCH 
 
 of the Life of Harry MacLnnes 
 
 BY HIS MOTHER 
 
 Ninth T/wusand 
 
 LONDON 
 SEELEY AND CO., LIMITED 
 
 ESSEX STREET, STRAND 
 1890 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 I. Early Boyhood, 1863-1876 1 
 
 II. H.M.S. 'Britannia, 1876-1878 . . . . 19 
 
 III. At Sea, 1878-1879 35 
 
 IV. At Sea, 1 879-1 880 63 
 
 V. Preparation for Cambridge and begin- 
 ning of College Life, 1881-83 . . . 8^ 
 
 VI. College Life, 1883-84 107 
 
 VII. Last Long Vacation, 1884 . . . . 131 
 
 VIII. The Last Week, 1884 . . . . ,151 
 
I. 
 
 EARLY BOYHOOD. 
 
 1863-1876 
 
 O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm rule 
 And sun thee in the light of happy faces, 
 Faith, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, 
 
 And in thine own heart let them first keep school. 
 
to the GLORY of GOD, in memory of 
 
 HARRY MAC INNES, 
 
 UNDERGRADUATE OF TRIN :' COLL : CAMBRIDGE, 
 
 WHO MET INSTANT DEATH, BY A FALL FROM 
 
 THE ROCKS OF CHATILLON, IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD. 
 
 Sep. 22, 1884, AGED 21. 
 
 Joyfully ready for The Masters call. 
 
 Thanks he to GOD, which giveth us 
 
 THE VICTORY THROUGH OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST." 
 
 : 1 COR. xv. 57. 
 
 A TABLET, in the English mountain church of 
 Villars-sur-Ollon, Switzerland, thus records the 
 sudden end of a bright and vigorous life. Yes, 
 thank God, Harry was joyfully ready to die, for 
 he had found it joyful to live in the sunshine of 
 his Heavenly Father's smile, and in the ' perfect 
 freedom ' of His service. 
 
 To show how an uneventful life, with its ex- 
 perience of the difficulties and temptations of 
 boyhood, and early manhood, led to this glad 
 readiness, and proved the power of God fully to 
 satisfy the heart, is the object of these pages. 
 They are put together in the earnest hope that 
 they may speak words of help and encouragement 
 to others. 
 
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 Early Boyhood 
 
 In no way was there anything intellectually 
 remarkable about Harry ; his character was not 
 stamped by any special ability or talent but his 
 life shows what the grace of God can do with a 
 boy of everyday material. In case this book be 
 taken up by any who are discouraged or dismayed 
 by the temptations and difficulties of school, or 
 other life outside the home, may the words of a 
 working lad bid them ' take heart again.' When 
 he heard of Harry's bright Christian life, and joy- 
 ful readiness for death, he said, ' If God did that 
 for him, He can do the same for me.' 
 
 Extracts from letters received by him will be 
 found throughout these pages, the only inducement 
 for inserting them being the hope that words which 
 helped him may also help others. 
 
 The little familiar touches will, it is hoped, 
 find an echo of kindred feeling, and, if thought 
 trivial, may they but tend to prove that the story 
 is that of an everyday experience. 
 
 Harry's grandfather on his father's side was 
 General Mac Innes, married to Anna Sophia, 
 daughter of J. F. Reynolds, Esq., of Carshalton. 
 
 His grandfather on his mother's side was 
 Andrew Johnston, formerly M.P. for St. Andrews, 
 Fifeshire ; who married, on the day of the emanci- 
 pation of slaves in the British Colonies (August I , 
 
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 jet. 5 Characteristic Incidents 5 
 
 1834) Priscilla, eldest daughter of the late Sir T. 
 Fowell Buxton, Bart. 
 
 Harry was born June 16, 1863, in London, where 
 a part of his earliest years were spent. Before he 
 could speak, he was described as ' breaking into 
 loving beaming smiles whenever any one speaks to 
 him.' To this sociability was added a practical 
 matter-of-fact energy, which showed itself in many 
 of his childish schemes. When barely five years 
 old he was found on a hot summer evening dealing 
 out water through the railing of the square garden 
 in which he was playing to any of the passers by 
 who would accept it, and especially to his friends 
 the cabbies, and another day, hearing a cab was 
 wanted, he ran off before he could be missed, to a 
 stand at a little distance, where he found his ' wheel 
 four,' and soon returned, seated within, his merry 
 face just showing above the edge of the window. 
 
 He was always a 'jolly ' boy, and the friends 
 of later days would have recognised in the sturdy 
 little fellow the same independence of character 
 they knew so well. During the same summer 
 (1868) he was invited to pay a visit by himself in 
 the north of England, at Rickerby, near Carlisle. 
 Harry was nothing loth to go, for he knew the 
 place and its inmates well ; already many of the 
 happiest associations of his childhood had begun 
 
Early Boyhood 
 
 AT. 5 
 
 to centre round the place, not long afterwards to 
 become his own home. His kind relative, Mrs. 
 Head, wrote of him, ' He is a great pleasure to 
 my husband ; few children of his age would be as 
 companionable, for he amuses himself when his 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Cumberland Fells and River Eden, from Rickerby garden. 
 
 company is not wanted, and is most lively when 
 it is. Content with any one, the farm is his most 
 constant resource, where he is " very busy baking 
 and churning " ; he puts his whole little mind into 
 all that goes on.' 
 
jet. 6 Mrs. Hinderer n 
 
 Of this visit, and many that followed, pleasant 
 memories connect together the aged man and the 
 vigorous little boy. Mr. Head liked to have Harry 
 sleep in his room, and made him his constant 
 companion in his walks. On one of his birthdays 
 he had the great delight of planting a little tree, 
 which, now in full strength and beauty on the lawn, 
 is one of many links with the happy past. 
 
 The following summer (1869) he was again 
 on a visit there, with his elder sister, and the 
 children had the great interest and advantage of 
 being much with Mrs. Hinderer who with the 
 Rev. David Hinderer, her husband, had toiled for 
 years among the heathen at Ibadan, some days' 
 journey from Lagos, West Africa, and who was at 
 this time in weakened health. Her graphic stories 
 fascinated and awed the eager listeners, for not 
 only could she tell of the King of Dahomey's 
 Amazons, but also of many deeply interesting and 
 touching incidents of African child-life. 
 
 Mrs. Hinderer wrote to Harry's mother, ' The 
 present eager desire is to go back to Africa 
 with me. It has become an elysium ; you will 
 not be much distressed at the request coming, 
 expecting the desire to vanish, but it' has lasted 
 three days ! ' 
 
 His parents were living at this time at 
 
8 Early Boyhood &r. e 
 
 Hampstead, which was their home for nearly ten 
 years. From their house could be seen, across the 
 Heath, that of his grandmother and aunt, Mrs. and 
 Miss Mac Innes. The former was his only sur- 
 viving grandparent. Her love blessed and en- 
 riched the lives of her grandchildren, and of all 
 who came within her reach. There was a pecu- 
 liarly strong tie of affection between \ Granny ' and 
 her eldest grandson, and Harry owed much to her 
 wise and loving care. 
 
 In his home life he was now the second in a 
 family of seven children, and the leader of his four 
 younger brothers. The five boys seemed a little 
 tribe in themselves, so that a dear friend on a visit 
 wrote home to his little girl : ' I cannot remember 
 their names, and call Harry "Neil," and Jack 
 "Harry" (though I always remember Campbell's 
 rosy face) ; so now their names have been sewn on 
 their coats, that I may not make such mistakes any 
 more.' Harry's determined character developed 
 fast, and his self-will often required correction. It 
 was not only strong, but pertinacious — any object 
 upon which his heart was set, that object he pursued 
 with his whole mind, till he gained it, or was 
 obliged, by the exertion of a stronger will than his 
 own, to give it up. With how many boys, is it not 
 just the same ! and surely in these characters is to 
 
jet. 6 Northrepps Hall 
 
 be recognised a great power for good, if trained 
 and disciplined aright. 
 
 Among the delightful varieties of Harry's early 
 boyhood were his visits to the home of his great- 
 grandmother (widow of Sir T. F. Buxton) at North- 
 repps, in Norfolk. He was but nine years old 
 when she passed into the Home above, at the age 
 of eighty-eight, but, thank God, later on he could 
 look back, and clearly remember the lovely aged 
 face, and the wonderful sympathy shown unfail- 
 ingly even to the youngest of the many little ones 
 often gathered round her. Happy weeks he passed 
 there, where troops of children shared with their 
 elders in the enjoyment of the shady woods and 
 brilliant garden, or in expeditions to the neigh- 
 bouring sea-shore at Cromer, or Overstrand. To 
 the special delight of the children, flights of 
 parrots and cockatoos, screaming high among the 
 trees, or from the ivy on the garden walls, de- 
 clared themselves as content with their quarters 
 as any of the party there assembled. There were 
 grey parrots, and green parrots, and cockatoos of 
 various kinds, and great was the interest and 
 amusement afforded to young and old, in watch- 
 ing them, especially when a pair of the green 
 parrots, on more than one occasion, succeeded in 
 hatching a nest of young ones, in the comfortable 
 
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 Early Boyhood 
 
 Mi. 9 
 
 shelter of a hollow tree. The proud mother was 
 by name ' Mrs. No Feet,' having had these ex- 
 tremities frost-bitten one severe winter. 
 
 A pretty story of one of the parrots is told by 
 a granddaughter as follows : — 
 
 ' It was perfectly true ; I saw it myself. The 
 white and black puss had a litter of kittens in the 
 
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 Parrots at Northrepps. 
 
 grey parrot-house, and when she left the place to 
 get food the old grey parrot used to hurry along 
 the perches, till he got to the box where the kittens 
 were, and then sit on them, wings outspread, till 
 the mother came back, and he was always incensed 
 at her approach, shaking his wings with rage, and 
 giving up his position with the greatest reluctance.' 
 Harry also shared in the early morning visits 
 
iET. 9 Hannah, Lady Buxton 1 1 
 
 paid by his great-grandmother to the various rooms, 
 when she would remind the children to come to 
 her room, to repeat a text to her. Not one of 
 them would have willingly missed the privilege of 
 those few minutes, when, after hearing their texts 
 and dispensing spoonfuls from her coffee cup to all, 
 they proceeded to turn out the ' treasure ' drawer 
 specially reserved for them in her room — the room 
 which, though so often filled with the laughing 
 voices of children, was felt to be a sacred one 
 indeed by those who knew that often, long before 
 the house was awake, the low sound of weeping 
 and of earnest prayer might be heard from the 
 curtained chair by the fireside. It was, indeed, 
 truly said, that ' sorrowful yet alway rejoicing ' was 
 a fit description of that honoured widowed life, 
 bereft, ere its close, of all but one of her eleven sons 
 and daughters. 1 Harry, who, at the time of his 
 great-grandmother's death (March 1872) was the 
 thoughtless eager boy who apparently forgot his 
 text as soon as said, in eleven short years, was, by 
 the transforming grace of God, joyfully ready for 
 the same glad summons, and the same glad service 
 in the Home above. 
 
 1 A fuller description of her character may be found in a short 
 memoir of Harry's grandmother, Priscilla Johnston, in Faithful 
 Service, by Miss M. P. Hack. (Hodder & Stoughton.) 
 
1 2 Early Boyhood ^et. i i 
 
 Harry's school life, begun at Hampstead, was 
 continued at Rottingdean, near Brighton, where he 
 went in January 1874. 
 
 Letter from his Grandmother. 
 
 January 23, 1 874. 
 Darling Harry, — We did so mind parting with you 
 this morning, and wished to hear all about you when 
 mother returned. She says you went off bravely, among 
 such a number of boys. I believe, dear Harry, if you 
 standfast against all that is evil, and be strong for all that 
 is good, you will be a happy and useful boy. We shall 
 pray much for you. I hope you will do all you can, to be 
 a comfort to father and mother. Try in everything to do 
 your very best— lessons or play — and always try to give 
 up to others, and forget self. It is so pleasant that we 
 know your school with its playground, etc. Ever, dear 
 Harry, your loving Grandmother, 
 
 A. S. Mac Innes. 
 
 She writes later of receiving him for his first 
 exeat at Hampstead, October 31, 1874. 'I wish 
 you could have seen the joyous meeting last night. 
 Seven struck, and then I heard a quick step in the 
 passage, and Harry's dear rosy face appeared ; John 
 sprang upon him. Neil and Campbell looked 
 astonished, and then all were closed in one 
 pyramid of boys, such a happy party ! I am sure 
 our hearts are united with yours, in prayer for these 
 
JET. 
 
 Illness 1 3 
 
 dear ones, that they may each be taught of God, 
 and used to His glory.' 
 
 He found it a very practical help, during school 
 and sea life, to have imprinted on his mind two or 
 three special passages of Scripture. As a very 
 little boy, he took to the idea, that by thoroughly 
 mastering a passage, verse by verse, he would be 
 like a mason building, brick by brick. This gave 
 zest to that which so often is only felt to be a task, 
 and the result was, that such portions as Prov. i., 
 and the last four verses of Luke vi. &c, were his 
 possessions for life. 
 
 In April 1875 Harry was detained at home 
 by a painful abscess, instead of going north, with 
 his brothers, for the holidays. His aunt, who was 
 absent from Hampstead, wrote to him : — 
 
 We are very sorry to hear of your having so much 
 pain with your arm, and I long to be at home to come 
 and help read to you, and amuse you, though I dare say 
 you have plenty of readers ; and I know what a good 
 patient you are, by experience. How glad any of us, who 
 love you, would be, to take a turn at bearing the pain for 
 you. 
 
 Sometimes, when I think how we shrink from pain for 
 our bodies, it makes me long that we dreaded sin for our 
 souls as much. 
 
 I do not mean only the great things, which everybody 
 calls sin, but little things, about which we make excuses 
 
14 Early Boyhood ^et. 12 
 
 to ourselves, and other people, but which God calls sin. 
 Such as not being quite true in all we say, though we 
 would not tell a downright lie. Or doing little selfish 
 things, which no one knows, perhaps, but ourselves. 
 
 When I ask God to make you better, I cannot help 
 asking Him to teach -you, by this pain, what He knows 
 you want to learn. 
 
 Another letter from the same aunt reached 
 him in October 1875. It tells of a grievous sor- 
 row, which had come upon a family of cousins. 
 
 We should have enjoyed our home-coming very 
 much, but for the sad news which came to us at 
 Fontainebleau about Lowis Chapman ! Do you remem- 
 ber him ? He went out last Monday week, in a canoe, to 
 go across Tor Bay. He left the shore at ten o'clock, 
 was seen at twelve, and again by a gentleman's yacht, 
 with his arms folded, sailing, and looking very happy. 
 
 That is the last that is known of him ! The canoe 
 was washed ashore on Tuesday morning, with his hand- 
 kerchief tied to the seat, but at present his body has not 
 been found. It is terribly sad for his father and mother, 
 who are in India, and for the many who loved him. He 
 was nearly twenty. One thing they will hear among the 
 many that will comfort them, is, that when he was once 
 asked to do something which he knew his father would 
 not approve, he said 'Never' He loved his father, so it 
 was not hard to give up. 
 
 Dear Harry, does not this say to us all, that we should 
 ask God to make us so to live that, if He were to call 
 us as suddenly, there might be no recollection of us but 
 
mt. 13 Naval Cadet ship 1 5 
 
 such as would bring comfort to those who were left. And, 
 above all, to look each day to Jesus, and to thank Him, 
 that He died to save us from our sins, and to ask Him, 
 to keep us from the sin which grieves Him. 
 
 I have thought so much of this, that I had almost 
 forgotten to say to you how pleased I was about the new 
 sister ! (Eva). 
 
 Harry had long wished to be a sailor, and in 
 due course he was nominated to a cadetship in the 
 Royal Navy, chiefly through the influence of one 
 of his father's oldest friends, Dr. J ex- Blake, Head- 
 master of Rugby. In February 1876 he was sent 
 to Stubbington, in Hampshire, to read for his 
 examination. There he joined John Franklin 
 Parry, son of another of his father's old friends, 
 the Bishop of Dover. The two boys had much in 
 common, and the friendship was of the third gene- 
 ration, begun by their grandfathers — Rear- Admiral 
 Sir W. Edward Parry and General Mac Innes. 
 
 On passing his examination successfully, Harry 
 received the following from the Bishop of Dover, 
 written with characteristic promptness : — 
 
 Precincts, Canterbury, July 1876. 
 My dear Harry, — I dare say you have not yet re- 
 ceived your commission, but I do not see why your God- 
 father should not be beforehand with Her Majesty, and 
 dub you 'R.N.' on the envelope, which accordingly I 
 do with no small satisfaction. I hope your successful 
 
1 6 Early Boyhood jet. 13 
 
 passage through the examination straits may be an omen 
 of like success on Franklin's part. The best compliment 
 I can pay your service is, that had I not wished to be a 
 clergyman, I should certainly have been a midshipman. 
 I have no fear but that you will serve your country 
 bravely and honestly, if need be. But in peace or war, 
 I hope you will never be ashamed to be found fighting 
 on the side of Christ, and under His flag. Depend upon 
 it, it is the winning side. But no battles can be won 
 without some hard knocks. In my brother Charlie's 
 life, you will see what a youngster may do, who is not 
 afraid of a few such knocks. And my father's life will 
 shew you as true a picture as I could draw, of the best 
 type of a Christian officer and gentleman, afloat and 
 ashore. 
 
 Ever your aftectionate Godfather, 
 
 E. Dover 
 
 One endeavour in Harry's training, so far, had 
 been to prepare him for the ' hard knocks ' when 
 they should come — the moral ' knocks ' which all 
 boys must meet, more or less, from the time they 
 are first launched into school life ; and as ' To be 
 forewarned is to be forearmed,' a habit of perfect 
 openness between the boy and his father and mother 
 is an absolute necessity. Harry's parents were 
 advised, when he and his brothers and sisters were 
 very little, not only (as had already been the habit) 
 to lead them on to tell in their own words their 
 little confessions, wants, and desires to God in 
 
^et. 13 Habit of Confidence 1 7 
 
 prayer, but to have each child alone. Not an easy 
 matter when there are several, but quite attain- 
 able by perseverance ; for each of the merry group 
 soon understands waiting his or her turn, for the 
 few minutes alone with father or with mother. 
 Kneeling in prayer together, opportunity con- 
 tinually arises for strengthening the habit of open- 
 ness about faults and difficulties, as well as about 
 pleasures and occupations. This habit also es- 
 tablishes such confidence between each little heart 
 and its parent, that, as time goes on, school-boys 
 cling to it, and expect it, and young men thank 
 God for it. 
 
 At the various stages of boyhood, who can 
 estimate the value of words of loving warning, and 
 counsel, spoken to the boy clearly and unmistak- 
 ably by his father, who has gone through all the 
 temptations and difficulties before him ? Con- 
 fidence in his mother comes generally more natur- 
 ally, and priceless to both is this confidence for 
 life! 
 
 The first plunge into public school, or training- 
 ship life, must surely be regarded by all parents as 
 a crisis in a boy's history ; and it is very natural 
 that their hearts should shrink from the exposure 
 to greater temptation. May the word in season 
 
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1 8 Early Boyhood jet. 13 
 
 spoken to Harry's mother at this time prove the 
 some to the hearts of other mothers ! 
 
 If his father were going with him, to be always ready 
 and at hand to meet all difficulties with him, and advise 
 him at every turn, would you have one care about him? 
 How much more will his Heavenly Father supply his 
 every need ? Cast your care in every detail upon Him. 
 
II. 
 
 H.MS. 'BRITANNIA: 
 
 1876-1878. 
 
 1 His love for his mother was strong, his veneration great,— and 
 mothers who have really earned love and veneration are very 
 seldom defrauded of either. She lived to see him all she could 
 wish, and far more, perhaps, than she had once hoped. Time did 
 more than justify the trust and fulfil the prediction, which, when 
 his self-will as a boy was remarked to her, she expressed by saying, 
 " Never mind ; he is self-willed now— you will see it turn out well 
 in the end." ' 
 
 Sir T. Fowell Buxton, Bart. : a Study for Young Men, 
 by Thomas Binney. 
 
 ' The first break in a family is a solemn and affecting era in its 
 history ... the trial which has come verily seems "strange," 
 yet this is under God a holy and blessed education. Lessons are 
 thus taught, though as by fire, which train all the scholars for a 
 
 higher school.' 
 
 Reminiscences of a Highland Parish, 
 by Dr. Norman McLeod. 
 
 c 2 
 
II. 
 
 H.M.S. 'BRITANNIA,' 1876-1878. 
 
 IN September 1876, Harry joined H.M.S. 
 'Britannia' Training Ship at Dartmouth, where 
 he passed the usual two years. 
 
 Where the Dart emerges from its high wooded 
 banks, and widens out above the town and harbour, 
 
 H.M.S. 'Britannia' and ' Hindcstan.' 
 
 the ships lie moored. (The ' Hindostan ' connected 
 with the ' Britannia ' by a covered bridge.) On first 
 rowing out, the perfect arrangement and order of 
 the whole strikes every one. Whether the cadets 
 are at work on board, or swarming into boats, and 
 
22 H.M.S. ' Britannia* jet. 13 
 
 rowing ashore to the cricket-fields on the hill 
 above, or whether, from the lighted decks in the 
 evening, the merry voices of the boys are heard, 
 the whole scene is a stirring and inspiriting one. 
 Delightful walks exploring the Devonshire lanes 
 varied the daily routine. 
 
 In the following spring Harry wrote : — 
 
 I think I have read out of the ' Daily Text Book ' 
 every morning since you sent it to me. I like to think 
 the others at school are reading the same every day. I 
 went for a long walk this afternoon with another boy, 
 and we found a large adder curled up asleep, but it 
 glided quickly away as soon as it saw us. I should 
 think it must have been quite two feet long. I believe 
 the two Princes have had their exam, at Greenwich and 
 have both passed well. I suppose they will come here 
 after midsummer. 
 
 He made pleasant friendships, especially one 
 with Montague E. Browning, which proved a 
 great help to him in the rougher time at sea. But 
 he needed a deeper friendship still, in the strength 
 of which all the difficulties and temptations of boy- 
 life can be met. The loving voice of his Heavenly 
 Father calling to him, ' My son, give me thine 
 heart,' had met, as yet, with no response from the 
 eager boy in the midst of his happy life. He did 
 not then know that there are 'ways of pleasant- 
 
mr. 13 His Home at Rickerby 23 
 
 ness ' far exceeding any he had ever found before. 
 A very few years later, Harry's great desire was 
 to help other boys to come definitely to the 
 Saviour. For this reason, he would try to get 
 them to face the sinfulness of their own hearts. 
 Without a sense of need there will be no glad re- 
 sponse to the loving invitation : ' Whosoever will, 
 let him take of the Water of Life freely.' Only 
 
 
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 Rickerby and the River Eden, from Stanwix. 
 
 last year, and shortly before he was called away, 
 he said, with intense earnestness, referring to a boy 
 at school in whom he was deeply interested, ' I 
 am praying that he may be convinced of his need ; 
 it is conviction of sin that he wants.' 
 
 Changes came in Harry's life during his time 
 on the 'Britannia.' The familiar home in Cum- 
 berland had now become that of his parents ; but 
 
24 H.M.S. ' Britannia ' ^et. 14 
 
 before settling in the north, the summer holidays of 
 1 877 were spent in Switzerland. Harry's thought- 
 lessness, and eagerness to carry out his own plans, 
 had continually to be checked, and corrected, and 
 caused much anxiety about him. But the sowing 
 went on, though often in tears, for faith was given 
 that the reaping would come in joy. Before re- 
 turning to Dartmouth in September, he was with 
 his beloved grandmother for the last time before 
 her death, which occurred as autumn was passing 
 into winter. 
 
 The following Christmas holidays the unbroken 
 band of children met for the last time ; for early 
 in March 1878 Harry was spoken to by an un- 
 mistakable voice, that of a great personal sorrow, 
 which left its mark upon his life. His third bro- 
 ther, Campbell, a boy of great promise, and as 
 vigorous in mind as in body, died of scarlet fever 
 at school, after only three weeks of school-boy life, 
 at the age of nine years and eleven months. His 
 mother took the infection after two nights and a 
 day at his bedside, and had to leave her boy, a 
 week before his death, not to see him again on 
 earth. 
 
 Harry's father, writing to him from the school 
 (Sunday, February 24), says : — 
 
 You will be grieved to hear that our precious Camp- 
 
jet. 14 His Brother Campbell 25 
 
 bell is very ill with scarlet fever. Some of the boys have 
 it very slightly, but Campbell has had a terrible attack, 
 and for more than forty-eight hours he was uncon- 
 scious. 
 
 When I went into the room he did not know me, or 
 mother either who had been nursing him all night, but 
 this morning he seemed suddenly to recover conscious- 
 ness, and spoke like his own dear self. He was brought 
 over to the Sick House on Wednesday night, and the 
 gardener's wife, who nursed him, said that, ill as he was, 
 he would not get into bed till he had knelt down to pray. 
 I know you wil} pray for him that if it please God his 
 life may be spared, but whether he lives or not, that his 
 sins may all be forgiven for our dear Saviour's sake. 
 
 A week later the end came, and his father 
 again wrote to Harry : — 
 
 As long as I live I shall never forget the sweet loving 
 smile with which he turned towards me, when I went 
 into the room. He tried to speak, for he knew me 
 perfectly, but neither I nor his attentive nurses could 
 understand him. I knelt down just before he died, and 
 cried aloud, ' Lord Jesus, receive his soul' He had wan- 
 dered a great deal, and talked in his delirium about his 
 lessons, and his games, and the farm, and other pleasures 
 at home ; but he never once used a bad or an impure 
 word in his wanderings. Sometimes he repeated whole 
 chapters of the Bible. When people are wandering, if 
 they have ever used bad words, or even if they have 
 listened to others using such, they will sometimes repeat 
 them again. But I love to remember that my precious 
 
26 H.M.S.' Britannia* jet. i 4 
 
 Campbell told me in the winter, that he had prayed to 
 God that he might forget any bad words lie had ever heard ; 
 and I am sure his prayer was heard, and this was the 
 answer. May our God comfort you in this great sorrow. 
 Above all, I pray that you may ask yourself each day, ' am 
 I prepared to die ? Am /so living, as I shall wish to have 
 lived, when my last hour comes ? ' 
 
 The words which of all others most calmed the 
 parents' sorrow are those of our Saviour's prayer 
 in John xii. 27, ' Father, glorify Thy name,' and 
 the answer in verse 28, * I have glorified it, and will 
 glorify it again.' For such a purpose, and with 
 such an end in view, it is worth while to suffer 
 anguish. In Harry's case, and that of others, the 
 prayer was fully answered. 
 
 Harry now keenly felt the pain of separation 
 from home, and the impossibility of attending 
 his little brother's funeral at Stanwix, near 
 Carlisle. 
 
 He writes to his mother, who was ill at Hamp- 
 stead : — 
 
 March 9. — I like being quite still and thinking about 
 him. I try to go over as much as I can our doings of last 
 holidays. How pleased he was, and proud about his 
 playbox at the joiner's, which he helped to make during 
 the last few days. I remember once or twice when we 
 wanted to do anything, he would say, ' Would mother like 
 it? ' and I used to say ' Good Campbell' (oh that I had 
 
jET. 14 
 
 Campbell 
 
 27 
 
 not !), but I am so thankful none of our squabbles lasted 
 long. I have just remembered the two dormice— how 
 fond he was of them ! They must be taken special care of 
 now. 
 
 Campbell, alat. 9. 
 
 H.M.S. ' Britannia? March 10. — It is still so stran 
 
 shall not 
 
 I cannot believe that when next I go home I 
 see dear Campbell's beaming face again. It is so 
 different to dearest Grannie, for Campbell was only nine 
 years old, and used to be so active with all of us. This 
 
28 H.MS. 1 Britannia ' mt. i 4 
 
 Sunday is so different to last, for then I was writing to 
 him, not knowing how much more ill he had become. 
 How strange it must be at home without him ! I well 
 remember cutting his name on a tree, and how he used 
 to be my ' fag ' in the holidays, and I used to give him 
 twopence a week ; and that very day I cut his initials, he 
 ran into the house for my knife. You will remember how 
 sweet he looked as the Queen, when we ' dressed up,' one 
 wet day. As I keep on thinking of these little facts, it 
 seems every moment more impossible to believe that he 
 is gone, and yet he is far happier now than he ever was 
 in his life. 
 
 The following are a few extracts from home 
 letters Harry received at this time. His father 
 wrote, the day after the funeral : — 
 
 Rickerby : March 10. 
 Later yesterday afternoon we again stood together by 
 the grave, which Melville had covered very beautifully 
 with moss, snowdrops, and crocuses. The primroses you 
 picked at Dartmouth were fastened to the coffin, and 
 lowered with him into the grave. My great comfort is, 
 that though Campbell often did what was wrong, he was 
 always so ready to confess his faults. Often he would 
 come in the evening, and ask us to forgive him for various 
 things, when we had entirely forgotten he had been at 
 all naughty ; and, as he was always ready to confess to 
 his earthly parents, so, I believe, he confessed his sins to 
 our Father in Heaven, and obtained pardon for Jesus 
 Christ's sake. 
 
ALT. 14 
 
 Letters 29 
 
 Oh, my boy, I pray that this death of your darling 
 little brother may be blessed indeed to your soul, and to 
 my soul, and to every one of us. 
 
 Our hearts are together to-day, though we are so far 
 apart, and he is ' with Jesus] as the plate on the coffin says. 
 I believe that Jesus is indeed with us, with all of us, to-day, 
 and then we are not far divided. And to whichever of 
 us God gives long life, or short life, it will matter very 
 little, when we all gather together in His presence. For 
 He will send for us at the very best time for us, and the 
 very best time, too, for those left behind. 
 
 Campbell was so happy and so joyous here, we can- 
 not understand now, how he can be more joyous with 
 Jesus ; and yet, just as however happy a boy's school life 
 may be, you could not imagine the one who said he was 
 too happy to wish to go home for the holidays, so it 
 must be for all who belong to Jesus, and the great 
 thing for each one is to make sure that we do belong to 
 Him. 
 
 In 1884 a friend wrote after Harry's death : — 
 
 It is difficult to realise that the happy, good-natured 
 boy I remember, when home for his holidays at Hamp- 
 stead, should have grown up and passed away, as well as 
 his dear little brother, to his last home. Campbell little 
 thought of what the future might bring, when telling me 
 about Rickerby and his future plans. I said, ' Yes, if you 
 live,' and I can see him now, so full of life and happiness, 
 saying ' Live ! of course I shall live ! ' 
 
3Q H.M.S. 'Britannia 
 
 M 
 
 To Harry from his father at Rickerby : — 
 
 We went down by the beck and picked up one of those 
 broken Gyro pigeons, which reminded us how happy 
 Campbell was, over your first shooting ! His books came 
 from school yesterday. His little account book so care- 
 fully kept (the valentines he had bought), and the last 
 thing he had entered. Eva still looks sad, and says 
 ' Campbell ill,' but we try to explain to her he is quite 
 well now, and will never be ill again. . . . 
 
 Hampstead. — I do love to think of his very happy 
 life ! We often talk of the time abroad. How he en- 
 joyed it all ! Especially the bathes in the streams. Do 
 you remember his dashing out of the pool (on our way 
 down from the glacier at Grindelwald), shouting ' Apollo ! 
 Apollo ! ' and how he flew after the beautiful butterfly and 
 caught it? 
 
 Harry writes on March 3 1 (to his mother) : — 
 
 H.M.S. 'Britannia: — I really do think that I am 
 getting the help that I have asked for since I came back 
 .here. I have only had one * punishment,' and that was for 
 not paying attention at Euclid. There are so many little 
 things that I have to look out for, and pray to be kept 
 from. 
 
 May 12. — I like telling you exactly what I feel, be- 
 cause I know you are thinking of me so much, and it 
 makes me feel just as if I were quite near you, and speak- 
 ing to you. I know you are praying so often about us 
 all here. It is so nice having somebody like Browning to 
 talk to. I showed him the locket— (containing his little 
 
JET. 
 
 Letters 31 
 
 brother's photo and hair). I like having it always about 
 me. I am very glad you sent me his photo for my Bible ; 
 I will put it in as soon as I can. I am sure you pray 
 that I may be kept from temptation, for it does seem 
 hard here, and at home it was so easy to be good. I do 
 think so much of you all ; how sweet Eva must be with 
 her little talk ! Do please remember about the squirrels, 
 and let them be some one's special charge. 
 
 In another letter about this date he spoke, for 
 the first time, of a sense of unfitness for death 
 and eternity — which letter, alas, cannot be found. 
 The following is in answer to it : — 
 
 Your dear letter has made us very glad and thankful. 
 For nothing have we prayed for so much as that every 
 one of you might learn your need of Jesus as your Saviour 
 while you are still young. I understand exactly all you 
 say, and the difficulties you feel. The Holy Spirit has 
 begun to open the shutters of your heart. By nature, 
 our hearts are all dark, like a room with the shutters 
 tightly shut. Satan, our enemy, does everything he can 
 to keep them shut. He makes us think of all kinds of 
 excuses for not asking that the shutters may be opened ; 
 and he lights up the heart with a false light of his own, 
 to make us think we are all right. But now the Holy 
 Spirit Who always sees into every corner of our dark 
 hearts (through the shutters) has seen, that since darling 
 Campbell's death, you have thought about your soul, and 
 knows that you are asking yourself whether you would be 
 ready to die any day or hour, if God called you. So He 
 
32 H.M.S. l Britannia m. 14 
 
 has opened a little bit of the shutters, and has let in a 
 little light, for you to see that you are not right within. 
 Listen to the voice of conscience, which warns you of 
 any special sins, such as not obeying rules, doing things 
 behind the Instructor's back that you would not do before 
 his face ; joining in, or listening to, any talk that we 
 should not like, or being idle at your work, etc. We 
 have proofs that Campbell listened to the voice of con- 
 science ; he seemed so anxious not to grieve us. Once 
 or twice at the singing lessons at home, when he went 
 out of the room, and was followed, he said, ' Well, I know 
 I should get in a wax if I stayed, and mother would not 
 like me to get in a wax.' Think of the times when (by 
 your own confession) you took the wrong side. When 
 your little brother took the right side you called him 
 'good.' . . . The hymn you have all learned, 'Just as I 
 am,' will help you. Say it over very often. We wish to 
 help you in all your difficulties, for we have had just 
 the same ourselves. Remember the first thing is, instant 
 confession of sin. Tell God everything, and, whenever 
 you can, tell me of any wrong things your conscience 
 tells you you have done. 
 
 Later on, in the following letter, Harry de- 
 scribes one of the pleasant varieties of ' Britannia ' 
 life:— 
 
 June 2. — Last evening I went to tea with the Captain 
 at eight o'clock, with Browning and about six other 
 fellows. The two Princes also came, and it was just like 
 last time. After tea we played again with little ships 
 and taking each other ; we had to see who could get 
 
alt. 15 ' The Lessons' 33 
 
 into each other's ports first. The Captain and Mrs. 
 Fairfax are awfully kind. They showed us a lot of 
 photographs, which Mrs. Fairfax had taken, out in Brazil. 
 I think it was when the Captain took some people to 
 observe the 'Transit of Venus,' or something like that. 
 We did not come away till after ten. I have just come 
 out of church. Mr. Aldous preached ; it was a very good 
 sermon. The text was Ephesians vi. and first verse. His 
 sermon was all about obeying, that ' as we always liked 
 to obey our parents, and follow in their ways, how much 
 more ought we to obey God.' I liked it very much, and 
 I listened to the Lessons, which you told me about in your 
 letter. We have heard that the Admiralty have bought 
 a schooner yacht for us to go out in, and I believe she 
 is coming down soon. It will be very jolly ! but we have 
 not heard for certain yet. We have begun to go to the 
 1 Dapper ' now every other morning before breakfast. 
 
 (The cadets were drilled on the yards of the 
 gunboat ' Dapper,' each having his appointed place 
 for a certain time, and then changing.) 
 
 Referring to Harry's mention of the ' Lessons ' 
 in the Church Service, he often found it a help to 
 receive, in time for Sunday, a few words of com- 
 ment on the lessons for the day, drawing his 
 attention to particular points, and preparing him 
 to listen with interest for what was coming in the 
 service : as also simple thoughts on the beautiful 
 Collects, applying them to personal needs. 
 
 Soon came the end of Harry's last term. On 
 
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H.M.S. 'Britannia 
 
 JET. 15 
 
 the 26th of July, H.R.H. the Princess of Wales dis- 
 tributed prizes to those of the departing cadets 
 who had been successful in the final examinations. 
 Harry received two — one for English History 
 Essay, and the other for Drawing. His home- 
 coming was specially delightful, bringing, as he 
 did, these proofs of good and diligent work, show- 
 ing that he had striven to conquer inattention 
 and carelessness ; and had therefore fulfilled the 
 wish so often expressed in his letters to ' do well ' 
 and ' work hard.' 
 
 A short three weeks of home-life ; then came 
 the telegram summoning him to join H.M.S. 
 1 Euryalus ' at Portsmouth, for passage with other 
 cadets to the Mediterranean. It seemed impos- 
 sible to part with him : his high spirits and fun 
 made him as usual the life of everything ; and 
 hearts, already sore with the wrench of his brother 
 Campbell's death, shrank from the thought of 
 missing him also, at every turn. But, thank God, 
 faith and courage were renewed with the convic- 
 tion that nothing could brace and strengthen his 
 character nearly so well as the life before him ; 
 and above all, that it had been ordered for him 
 by One who never makes a mistake. 
 
III. 
 
 AT SEA. 
 
 1878-1879. 
 
 The pilot best of winds does talk, 
 
 The peasant of his cattle ; 
 The shepherd of his fleecy flock, 
 
 The soldier of his battle.' — Ariosto. 
 
 NOT DRIFTING; PILOTED. 
 
 At noontide, on a sunny sea, 
 Serene and open, bright and free. 
 
 Small choice to us in near or far, 
 Heaven and home where'er we are. 
 
 A Hand ! firm guiding through the sea ; 
 A Face ! a Face ! regarding me. 
 
 Guiding, regarding, all the while 
 Commanding Hand ! Most pitying smile ! 
 
 Not drifting ! steered for evermore 
 By wisest tracks that ocean o'er.' 
 
 By the Author of Chronicles of ike 
 Schbnbcrg-Cotta Fatally. 
 
III. 
 
 AT SEA, 1878-1879. 
 
 THE following are extracts from Harry's letters 
 during his first year at sea : — 
 
 August 28, 1878.-H.M.S. 'Euryalus' 
 (Nearing Gibraltar.) 
 
 Dearest Mother,— I am very sorry I have not begun a 
 letter before. I have been thinking of you all so much, 
 but have been too miserable with sickness often, and then 
 we have very little time to ourselves. It was a great 
 help to me having your letter to open after we started. 
 I forgot it till Sunday, but it was all the more welcome, 
 then. I did so like the texts too. All the twenty-four 
 hours are divided into watches— I have one watch every 
 day and night in turn. There is time to manage reading 
 a little of the Union Chapter every morning when we 
 turn out. Then we have all to go over the masthead — 
 I like that. It is awfully good exercise. 
 
 30///. — We are just in the Straits, and we can see 
 land very distinctly on each side ; I believe we shall get 
 to Gibraltar about six o'clock. The sails have just been 
 taken in, and we are going to steam the rest of the way. 
 Now passing Tarifa town on the European side, situ- 
 ated very low, right down to the shore — Gibraltar just in 
 sight ! It is a splendidly high rock, just like an island ; 
 you carJ barely see that it is connected with the mainland. 
 
At Sea ^et. 15 
 
 A marine is soon going ashore with the mail bag, for 
 we are just going to let go the anchor. The rock is 
 grand ! 
 
 31st. 8 p.m. {Gibraltar). — Just come off from the 
 shore. Browning and I landed together this morning. 
 We walked about the public gardens, and saw all sorts 
 of curious plants, prickly pears, aloes, etc. Then towards 
 the town, which was awfully strange and amusing. Shops 
 and people seem to be nearly all Spanish. Some old 
 Moors in their curious dress were looking about the 
 shops, etc. The market filled with all sorts of people — 
 the fruit so cheap, you could get heaps of grapes for 3//., 
 several pomegranates, prickly pears, and great big sweet 
 melons for 2d. ; peaches about twenty a penny. Then 
 up the rock, and into the galleries ; we saw all the 
 batteries and guns ; there was a splendid view. The 
 neutral ground could be clearly seen — the English sen- 
 tinels on their ground, and then beyond the open space 
 the Spanish sentinels on theirs. I believe we sail very 
 early to-morrow. . . . 
 
 September 4. — At sea again. We have been seeing a 
 good deal of the African coast, and are now well into the 
 Mediterranean. On Monday there were 'general quar- 
 ters ' ; engines were stopped for about three hours, and 
 then two targets were laid out to fire at. The guns made 
 an awful row. We were all stationed at different guns, and 
 I was able to see how it was all done. We had gun-drill 
 yesterday, and have begun to keep our log-books. I 
 have been constantly thinking of you all ; it does seem 
 so curious not to hear of you, and to think what a long 
 way off I am ! Last Sunday we had service on the 
 
^et. is Malta 39 
 
 main-deck from 10.30 to 11.30. Two electric broadsides 
 were fired last evening about eight. 
 
 September 7. — . . . We have had cutlass and rifle 
 drill on the upper deck, and then two more targets were 
 laid out and we steamed round them, firing shell and 
 exploding shot at them ; one was blown all to pieces. 
 There were about six broadsides, two by electricity, and 
 the others by fusees. 
 
 Malta, H. M.S. ' Hibernia' {Guard Ship), Septem- 
 ber n. — I did so like all your letters, which I got soon 
 after we came in. Thank Dora very much for her letter. 
 I have just been ashore with Browning ; we can often 
 get leave, as there is no duty to do on board here. We 
 take a boat and bathe from it in a Bay near ; the water 
 is awfully warm and jolly. The side streets in Valetta 
 are most of them in steps, and the principal streets very 
 steep. 
 
 The Maltese are first-rate swimmers and divers ; 
 they will even dive for a threepence or sixpence if you 
 throw it in to them. When the ' Euryalus ' came in, a 
 lot of little boats swarmed round her with boys and men 
 nearly naked, ready to dive for money. They do it 
 splendidly, calling out ' Heave something, Sar ! ' ' I dive, 
 Sar ! ' and one of them went right under the ship's bot- 
 tom for a shilling. 
 
 H.M.S. ' Wye] September 16. — We all came onboard 
 this a.m. ; it is an awfully small ship. Your letters came 
 in by the mail just now — so glad of them ; it was lucky I 
 got them. . . . 
 
 H.M.S. ' Wye] September 22. — Just in the entrance 
 to the Dardanelles (see sketch), and hoping to get to Gal- 
 lipoli this p.m. Leaving Malta on Monday, we reached 
 
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 At Sea 
 
 JET. 15 
 
 Suda Bay, Crete, on Wednesday evening, and stayed there 
 till next morning. Most of the Turkish fleet were there, 
 for there are Greek insurgents still fighting in Crete. I 
 saw the place where there had been fighting a few weeks 
 ago. Then we went on to Besika Bay, as the ' Invincible ' 
 is now at Prince's Islands, near Constantinople. 
 
 It has been awfully interesting seeing all these places ; 
 we have just been passing the Turkish forts on each 
 side of the Dardanelles. We are having such splendid 
 weather, although it is very hot. 
 
 Entrance to the Dai'danelles. (Sketch by H. M. I.) 
 
 H.M.S. ' Invincible] Prinkipo, September 24. — Brown- 
 ing and I came on board here this p.m. Prinkipo is one 
 of Prince's Islands. I like the look of the ship very 
 much. I got all your welcome letters directly I came 
 on board. 
 
 2W1. — drowning and I got leave on Wednesday to 
 go to Constantinople — nine miles by sea. We went in 
 the gunboat ' Cygnet,' which goes there and back every 
 day ; some other fellows went too. We landed at 1 1 
 a.m. and went by a sort of tram to the upper part of 
 the city. Later we got horses and rode some way out- 
 side the walls. The country all round very hilly 0'id 
 
Jet. is H. M.S. ' Invincible* 41 
 
 rough. The streets in Constantinople are very bad, and 
 there were any amount of dogs lying about. Most of 
 the streets were tremendously crowded with all sorts of 
 people. The women were dressed very curiously. Their 
 faces all covered up except their eyes and noses. We 
 saw the Sultan's Palace down by the sea. 
 
 Artaki Bay : October 3. 
 Dear Neil, — I have liked your letters to me at differ- 
 ent times very much, and also John's, and thought of you 
 both going back to school. I have liked to hear of your 
 doings — so glad you have been getting a good many 
 butterflies. When I was ashore at Prinkipo, I saw some 
 swallow-tails, but did not catch any. ... I am junior 
 officer in the ship; our gun-room is on the main deck, 
 and a very nice one. Our hammocks are slung just 
 outside it, while our chests are on the deck below. The 
 ' Invincible ' has two batteries— amid-ships three 12-ton 
 guns on each side in the lower battery on the main 
 deck, and two on each side in upper battery on the upper 
 deck. She has no poop, but a sort of half-deck called 
 the spar-deck above the upper deck. ... I generally 
 bathe every morning off the ship before breakfast. I 
 hope I shall be able to go ashore soon, as I hear there is 
 good quail shooting. We have been having evolutions 
 to-day, and sail-drill too. 
 
 Your loving brother, 
 
 Harry. 
 
 October 8. — Artaki is a peninsula on the southern 
 shore of the sea of Marmora. There are lots of small 
 islands about. We midshipmen are not allowed on 
 shore without a Ward Room officer, as the Circassians 
 
42 At Sea 
 
 have been having some rows lately, and the Turks do not 
 think much of firing on you — everybody has to go ashore 
 armed. Artaki Bay is very jolly. The other day a 
 party of us, with a lieutenant, went to see the ruins of 
 the ancient Greek Amphitheatre at Cyzicus — I believe it 
 was where the Argonauts landed. There are any amount 
 of vineyards ashore; the Greeks do not mind your taking 
 grapes. The lieutenant in whose watch I am is awfully 
 jolly ; he took me with him yesterday to an island about 
 twelve miles off, to shoot partridges — we only got five ; 
 we wanted a dog very much, but I enjoyed the day ex- 
 tremely. I have sent Grace some Maltese lace in a box 
 which a fellow is sending to England. I hope she will 
 
 like it. 
 
 October 20. 
 
 Dearest Father, — Will you send me a cartridge loader, 
 with a good many more empty cases, as I can easily load 
 them here ? Also plenty of powder and shot, and wads ; 
 we cannot get anything of the sort out here. Most of 
 the chaps load their cartridges, but there is not a 16-bore 
 loader here. . . . The other day I shot a hawk. We 
 passed some Circassians— awfully cut-throat-looking sort 
 of chaps — on horses, with great long guns. We also saw 
 some of the Bulgarians who have fled over here ; they 
 were dressed in rough sheep-skins, and looked very un- 
 civilised. All the natives carry long knives at the waist, 
 and wear a baggy sort of short trousers. All along the 
 street of Artaki, by the shore, Greeks and Turks sit cross- 
 legged under the trees drinking coffee — they sit there 
 most of the day. There are fellows bargaining and sell- 
 ing in the streets, and the corn is spread out on mats to 
 be dried in the sun. 
 
jet. 15 Rotctine 43 
 
 I am writing in the gun-room after lunch. It is awfully 
 hot still, but is quite cool in the gun-room. There 
 are about sixteen in the mess now : two sub-lieutenants, 
 about ten midshipmen, and two assistant-clerks. I will 
 tell you the routine of our day. We turn out at 6.30, 
 and as soon as we are dressed have cutlass or rifle drill 
 on the upper deck till breakfast at eight. Then at 8.15 
 we go to our . gun-quarters, and see that the guns are 
 cleaned properly. Then they have to be reported to the 
 gunnery-lieutenant. At 9.30 there are divisions : all the 
 men are mustered on the upper deck; we all have a separate 
 division, and have to muster them by name. Then the 
 lieutenant inspects, and sees that all are properly dressed. 
 Directly after that, prayers are read (on the upper deck), 
 then we go to school till 11.30, then lunch at 12. In 
 the afternoon, gunnery, general quarters, school or sea- 
 manship, except on Saturday, when we have all the day 
 to ourselves. We keep our watch two days on, and two 
 days off. When you keep watch on deck, you have to 
 take any orders from the officer of the watch, see the 
 deck is swept, and that the boats are manned, when sent 
 away, etc. 
 
 The watches are : — 
 
 From 12 A.M. to 4 A.M. . 
 
 ,, 4 A.M. to 8.3O A.M. 
 
 ,, 8.30 a.m. to 12 noon 
 ,, 12 noon to 4 p.m. 
 
 ,, 4 P.M. to 6 P.M. . 
 
 ,, 6 P.M. to 8 P.M. . 
 
 8 P.M. to 12 A.M. 
 
 Middle watch 
 Morning watch 
 Forenoon watch 
 Afternoon watch 
 First dog watch 
 Second dog watch 
 First watch 
 
 October 28. — . . . The other day, on the way to a 
 place called Pandemia, we met two caravans of camels, 
 
44 At Sea ^t. 15 
 
 about twenty in a caravan, all loaded with grain, a big 
 male camel at the head of each caravan, and little camels 
 following like foals. . . . 
 
 The letters were welcome the other day, and I liked 
 hearing of Neil and John being at Hampstead. It must 
 have been strange seeing dear old West Heath again. I 
 shall never forget all our happy times there, in the garden, 
 etc. I remember in our races how dearest Campbell en- 
 joyed the running, and went in for it ; and then climbing 
 on the gate posts. I have such happy remembrances of 
 him often. I like thinking over all his doings ; and then 
 again it does seem all so strange, and such a little while 
 ago, everything was so different. This time last year 
 dearest Granny w T as only rather poorly ! What has hap- 
 pened since then ! 
 
 Artaki Bay, November 10. — Yesterday morning I 
 went for a paper chase on horseback ; we all got horses, 
 and started about ten. The hares had a quarter of an 
 hour's start of us ; it was great fun. I had a very good 
 horse to go, but he would not jump at all. The end was 
 fixed at a village, Gudjuik, about eight miles off, and the 
 ' Agincourt ' provided a lunch, which was taken round in 
 a steam pinnace. The Admiral was there, and nearly all 
 the captains. We were surrounded by the villagers at 
 lunch ; there was quite a crowd watching us. I have now 
 and then dined in the Ward Room ; the officers often ask 
 us. It is awfully hard to keep from taking wine, etc., as, 
 wherever you go, you are always asked to take some- 
 thing. Whenever I go on board any ship they want you 
 to have something, and are always surprised if you refuse. 
 There was another paper chase to-day, but I did not go 
 to it. 
 
mt, 15 Moral Courage 45 
 
 The great danger to which many boys and 
 young men are exposed from the habit of treating 
 thus described was not so dangerous to Harry, 
 as he had always been an abstainer in practice, 
 though not at this time under any pledge ; but 
 after his return home, he took the pledge for the 
 sake of some boys in whom he was much in- 
 terested, and for the same reason he put on the 
 1 blue ribbon.' 
 
 The following is a reminiscence sent by a mess- 
 mate, referring to this subject : — 
 
 I know you will like to hear something he would not 
 have told you himself, as it illustrates his firmness and 
 constancy so well, that it made a great impression upon 
 me at the time, and I have never forgotten it. One 
 evening on board the ' Invincible ' it happened to be 
 some one's birthday, and as is sometimes done in the 
 service, champagne .was handed round for every one to 
 drink his health. Poor Harry was evidently very dis- 
 tressed at not being able to do this, as he thought it might 
 appear rude ; and when the mid, w'hose birthday it was, 
 said that he hoped he would drink his health, he told him 
 that he could not do so in wine. The mid rather pressed 
 him to take some, but Harry told him quietly that he had 
 promised his father and mother that he would not touch 
 any wine, and therefore that it was out of his power to 
 do so, but that he wished him every happiness notwith- 
 standing. Harry did this in such a firm, pleasant manner, 
 that everything was made all right. 
 
46 At Sea at. 15 
 
 November 24. — I got the box all right yesterday 
 afternoon. It came by the ' Achilles.' I got ten books, 
 they are very nice ; I have lent some already, they 
 were all anxious to have them. I shall like to get 
 the photos of the dear room — (where his little brother 
 died). 
 
 I do so well remember darling Campbell last Christ- 
 mas Day, and all through those holidays, and shall long 
 to be with you. How near it is getting ! On Friday we 
 went out for the whole day prize firing ; there is always 
 a prize given to each ship every year. Having got out 
 some way, two targets were dropped, which we then 
 steamed round. In the afternoon there was practising 
 with the torpedoes, the 'Fish' and the 'Harvey.' A 
 cutter was lowered and the Fish torpedo (a dummy) was 
 fired at it twice. It went right under the boat, which was 
 a very good shot. Then we exercised with the ' Harvey.' 
 It is towed by a long line from a yard-arm, as the dredge 
 is, but, easing the line, it dips under the water, as the ship 
 runs close up to the other it gets under the bottom and 
 blows up. The target was twice hit, at about 1500 yards 
 distance. 
 
 It was rather cold a little while ago, but is quite warm 
 again now. We never have to keep the night-watch 
 strictly in harbour. If I have from twelve to four at 
 night, I only turn out once every hour to go the rounds 
 and see all is correct, and report it to the officer of the 
 watch. I always read about twelve verses of the daily 
 chapter as soon as I am dressed in the morning. I am 
 so glad to think we are all reading the same chapter. I 
 can easily fancy you at your Bible reading in the morn- 
 ings. I wish you would send me the ' Monthly Notes,' 
 
JET. 15 
 
 Ashore 47 
 
 as I should like to know what the chosen text is every 
 day. Yesterday, when ashore with the Chaplain, we 
 found our way to the Bishop's house, to pay him a visit. 
 He was sitting on a divan in his room, and had brought 
 in for us some sort of cherry syrup, and Turkish coffee, 
 which was very good. He could speak French very well, 
 was very cheerful, and told the Chaplain about the Greek 
 Church. 
 
 The Admiral and his flag-lieutenant were hares in a 
 paper chase the other day. I like this place very much, 
 there is always something to do ashore. I ride a good 
 deal now when I can, but the horses are getting rather 
 done up by always being ridden, for we always ride 
 across country, jumping, etc. 
 
 H.M.S. 'Invincible,' December 8. 
 Dearest Rennie, — I thank you so much for your 
 letter, which I got with father's yesterday morning. I did 
 so like your nice letter about going down the river in the 
 Rickerby boat. I am glad Polly can bark now like ' Mops ' ; 
 you must teach him a lot of things. I wonder how the 
 squirrels are getting on. Do you think they are getting 
 at all tame ? How you will like going to Fern Lodge 
 with father and mother ! I suppose you will see Neil and 
 John soon now. I wish you could see all the strange 
 things here. We often see camels ashore, a lot together 
 sometimes. The houses are very curious, and the shops 
 too— you see the shopman sitting cross-legged on a low 
 floor, selling things. There are some skin shops here 
 with all sorts of skins of animals. I bought a very nice 
 fox's skin the other day. I shall think of you all together 
 again at Christmas I wonder if you have been riding 
 
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 1 Cherry ' lately. Give my dearest love to all. I remain 
 your loving brother, 
 
 Harry. 
 
 Besika Bay, December 22. — We have come here to 
 exchange with the 'Pallas.' It was awfully jolly going 
 down the Dardanelles, seeing the scenery on both sides. 
 We stopped at Chanak for a pass, which must always be 
 got in going through the Dardanelles. On both sides at 
 Chanak there are great fortifications, a 40-ton gun on each 
 side ; there is a good big Turkish garrison there. You 
 know we are very near Troy ; the Plains of Troy, where 
 old Troy was, are quite near. We are going to get up 
 some football here, which will be very jolly. The fleet 
 when they were here had some hounds ; they are still here, 
 and I think we shall go out sometimes. 
 
 Tuesday, 6.30 p.m.— I have been ashore all day, at the 
 hunt with a few other fellows. There is a huntsman on 
 shore and about twenty hounds ; they are beagles, and 
 have very good kennels. We ran any amount of hares, 
 but did not get one ; it was great fun. I had a very good 
 horse, which went very well and jumped too. After a 
 while the hounds got on a fox's track, and the huntsman 
 was somehow left behind. I was on a long way with two 
 other fellows, with most of the hounds. We followed 
 about eight miles straight off. We rode right over part of 
 the great Plains of Troy. 
 
 December 29. — Yesterday some of us went on shore 
 to shoot. We saw any amount of woodcock. Our 
 doctor, who is a very good shot, got about forty brace of 
 them in three days' shooting. I thought of you all on 
 Christmas Day. The blue-jackets had decorated all 
 
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 49 
 
 their mess place, etc., very well. They had plenty to eat 
 for their dinner, and, as is the custom, the Captain and 
 officers went round (the band playing before), and the 
 blue-jackets offered us different things from their tables : 
 cake, cold duff (plum pudding), biscuits. Then the 
 Captain spoke a little to them, wishing them a ' Happy 
 Christmas,' etc. They are allowed to do pretty much 
 what they like on Christmas Day ; some were dressed 
 in old plain clothes, some as niggers ; there was also a 
 Father Christmas. 
 
 December 31.— Yesterday afternoon the Captain 
 asked some of us to come with him in the steam pinnace 
 to ' Alexandria Troas,' about twelve miles down the coast. 
 We left the ship soon after luncheon and got there in 
 about an hour and a half. You will of course know that 
 this Troas was built by Alexander the Great ; but now 
 there is not much to be seen. Close to the shore there 
 is still the old harbour. You know it was where St. Paul 
 brought Eutychus to life, and it is also mentioned in 
 Acts xvi. 8 that he went there, so that we most probably 
 saw the very place where he must have landed. I 
 should like to know more about these places, and wish 
 you could get me a book about antiquities. The other 
 Troy is where the Greeks had that stratagem with the 
 horse of wood, and were concealed in it. 
 
 It is New Year's Eve, and generally on a ship at 
 12 o'clock they strike sixteen bells instead of eight, and 
 the band gets up and plays 'God Save the Queen.' 
 Most of the fellows stay up to see the New Year in, but 
 I do not think I shall, as I have to turn out at four in 
 the morning for a watch. 
 
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 A ' Chronicle ' of home news, often illustrated, 
 was sent regularly to Harry, to which all members 
 of the family contributed, either in verse or prose. 
 These chronicles contained every variety of in- 
 formation ; lively stories or merry jokes ; contribu- 
 tions by guests staying in the house acrostics and 
 rhymes, and often the large, text-hand letter of a 
 little sister, composed with much labour, but much 
 love, telling of the doings of some favourite cat 
 or dog. 
 
 January 3, 1879. — Yesterday I was out shooting all 
 day with two other fellows. We went to the great marsh 
 right on about seven miles from the landing place. It is 
 a very big marsh, most of it covered by tall reeds about 
 ten feet high. We followed for some time round its 
 borders, and saw heaps of snipe ; in the end I got a brace 
 and a half (bagged). They got up together, sometimes 
 as many as thirty at a time ; it was very pretty to see 
 them. We were constantly up to our knees in water. 
 There were lots of wild duck flying about in the middle 
 of the marsh ; we tried to wade in, but the water got too 
 deep and muddy to get at them. One of the fellows 
 shot a bittern, very like a heron, only brown, a great big 
 bird. He had broken one of its wings, and as he was 
 killing it, it darted its beak at his eye like lightning, 
 and luckily made a mark in his forehead instead. Just 
 as we got back we heard a telegram had come from the 
 fleet, to say that one of the 'Thunderers' guns had burst, 
 and forty officers and men were killed and wounded. 
 
jet, 15 H.M.S. ' Thunderer' 51 
 
 (It is a terrible accident, almost as bad as the other 
 dreadful explosion on board her. ) We are to be ready to 
 go to Ismid to relieve her very soon. 
 
 The following extract from the ' Times ' of 
 January 22 gives interesting and touching par- 
 ticulars, well remembered by many : — 
 
 The unfortunate ' Thunderer,' which had only been 
 a short time on the station, had taken up a position some 
 six miles away from the 'Alexandra,' and three or four 
 from the other vessels. Pier target had been laid out 
 and one round had been fired from all her guns, with 
 battering charges and Palliser shells, when the order was 
 given to load, with common shell and reduced charges, 
 the guns of the foremost turret The starboard gun was 
 fired, and the port then ordered to follow. Almost im- 
 mediately a terrible explosion was heard, the ship was 
 shaken most violently ; where the fore-turret stood, was a 
 cloud of white smoke, and above it, circling in the air, a 
 mass of black fragments, which only too well told of the 
 fearful disaster which had overtaken the men working 
 the guns beneath. It was soon ascertained that this port 
 gun had burst, just before the trunnion, the muzzle being 
 blown right away into the sea, that nearly every one 
 actually inside the part of the turret where the gun was 
 situated had been killed instantly ; and that a large 
 number of men had been seriously wounded, who were in 
 the lower part, assisting in the working of the various 
 machines connected with it. The effect of the concus- 
 sion upon the ship herself was tremendous ; all lights 
 were put out, and everything of a brittle nature shattered 
 
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 into fragments. A fire was produced in the fore shell- 
 room ; but, thanks to the coolness and zeal of the men 
 on deck, it was not allowed to spread, and was extin- 
 guished before it had attained any alarming dimensions. 
 The other vessels in the squadron were not slow in 
 getting alongside the unfortunate ' Thunderer,' and the 
 wounded men were rapidly transferred to the 'Achilles,' 
 ' Monarch,' and ' Alexandra ' for medical treatment. It was 
 a terrible sight to see the shattered remains of the poor 
 fellows killed in the turret, -battered and torn almost be- 
 yond recognition ; and most heartrending to witness the 
 wounded led away, and carried off by their sorrowing 
 shipmates, to the other vessels. Blinded, with their 
 hands and faces blackened and bruised almost to a jelly, 
 their clothes burnt, and flesh scorched, it was almost im- 
 possible to recognise, in these poor shattered and maimed 
 suffering specimens of humanity, the gallant men who had 
 but a few moments before, in all the pride of health and 
 strength, been working the monster guns of the turret. 
 Forty-six in all were killed and wounded by this terrible 
 explosion, which forms a sad pendant to the former great 
 disaster, when so many lives were lost by the bursting of 
 one of her boilers, during the trial trip at Portsmouth. 
 
 The funeral of the unfortunate victims was solemnised 
 the following day at Ismid, in the Greek cemetery. 
 
 Ismid, January 18.— I was so glad to hear on 
 Wednesday when the 'Wye' came in that my box had 
 come. I must thank you all very much for it. Every- 
 thing was splendid. The dried fruits were very nice, and 
 everybody enjoyed them, and the musical box is played 
 every day. The books also about Turkey and Greece 
 will be a great pleasure to read. I was awfully amused 
 
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 with the ' Rickerby Chronicle ' which you sent me, and 
 think you did it capitally. It is a very good thing that 
 you have started it. I like so much to hear of all your 
 doings at Rickerby. What fun the skating must be ! 
 We are having it rather cold now, and snow now and 
 then. I should have so liked to go to Derwentwatei 
 with father and the boys. What happy holidays you 
 must be having ! 
 
 Vourlah Bay, near Smyrna. February 16. — Last 
 Monday I went to Smyrna, and returned on Friday. 
 Browning and three other fellows went too. We met 
 the Chaplain, who invited me to go to Ephesus with him. 
 We saw the great temple of Diana, which has lately been 
 discovered ; St. Luke's tomb with the bull (his emblem), 
 on a sort of pillar ; also the great theatre; the baptismal 
 font, a solid block of stone, a tremendous size. I wish I 
 could explain it all better, and I want so much to know 
 more about these things. We got back to the little vil- 
 lage at dark, and went to the small hotel there, kept by a 
 Greek — had good accommodation, although not much to 
 eat. We left next morning by train to Smyrna. I will 
 send you a copy of my account book, so that you may 
 see what I spent. 
 
 Monday, 27th. — Parry and Pears, from the ' Minotaur,' 
 arranged with me to go for a walk this afternoon. I 
 enjoyed it very much ; it was so pleasant meeting again, 
 and talking over things together. We had a very nice 
 walk, going to Vourlah, about six miles. I have asked 
 them to come on board to see the ship, and hope to go 
 and see the ' Minotaur.' 
 
 Besika Bay. — From Vourlah we went to Ismid, and 
 from thence to Gallipoli with the rest of the fleet ; 
 
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 which place we all left this morning, arriving here this 
 afternoon. It was very jolly going down the Darda- 
 nelles with all the fleet, as we were all under sail. As 
 we passed Chanak, the ' Alexandra ' fired a salute to the 
 Turkish flag of twenty-one guns, and they returned it 
 from the fort on shore, as we were leaving the Dardanelles 
 for good. Mr. Sayce is very kind to me, he lets me use 
 his cabin whenever I like. I am writing this letter in 
 his cabin now. I generally begin my letters to you on 
 Sunday afternoon (and finish them some other time 
 before the mail goes), as we always have our afternoons 
 to ourselves on Sunday. 
 
 Wednesday Morning. — No. 3 'Rickerby Chronicle' 
 turned up to-day. It was awfully amusing as usual. I 
 liked the ' Boy's Own Paper ' and ' Weekly Welcome ' 
 very much, and should like them again. I like the 
 papers too about Ephesus. 
 
 Alalia, March 29. — I am now signal midshipman 
 with Browning, he and I keep watch alternately ; we do 
 not have any nightwork to do, we have to look after all 
 the signals going on. I want to ask you if you would 
 mind my going to the Opera here ? Lots of fellows have 
 gone there to-night. Do tell me just what you would 
 like about it, and if you would not like me to go I should 
 be quite contented, as I do not want to do anything you 
 would not like. 
 
 The answer to this letter is lost. His parents 
 explained why they did not themselves go to the 
 opera, but no burden was laid upon his conscience, 
 and he was left to decide for himself ; as it proved, 
 he never did go. 
 
JET. 15 
 
 Rome 5 5 
 
 Malta, April 3. — You will be surprised to hear that we 
 have been put into the Channel Fleet ; we heard of it on 
 Tuesday morning, and they are expected in here every 
 day from Cyprus. For most things I am glad, because 
 we shall very likely go to England. We are in Somerset 
 Dock and quite dry, you can walk down by the ship's 
 keel ; all the deck has been freshly caulked, and of 
 course there is a great deal of mess about. The 
 ' Thunderer' is quite close to us now; both the guns in 
 the turret have been taken out, and are going back to 
 England in the ' Hecla.' There is a lawn-tennis ground 
 just ashore in the dockyard, to which we can go. It-is 
 quite hot now, and we often get ices ashore. 
 
 13th. — I thought of you all when I read the First of 
 Genesis this morning, most likely reading it too. How 
 awfully jolly it will be if I have the chance of seeing you 
 all in England this year! I have just been reading all 
 your letters over again. Mother's, all about the expedi- 
 tion to the fell, is very nice. I wonder if you will have 
 good shooting these holidays. 
 
 A T aples,Junc 9. — Since last writing I have received 
 such a nice lot of letters from all of you. Now you will 
 like to hear about Rome. There were about six of us 
 who went from this ship. We reached Rome by train 
 about seven in the morning ; took a guide from the Hotel 
 d'Angleterre (where we stayed), and first of all went over 
 the Quirinal Palace, which has magnificent rooms and 
 pictures. Then to the Rospigliosi Gallery, where we saw 
 the famous 'Aurora' which there is a print of, in the hall 
 at Fern Lodge. After that, drove to the Temple of Vesta, 
 and to the bridge over the Tiber, past the Theatre of 
 Marcellus, and also saw the pyramid tomb of Caius 
 
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 Csestus. Then to the Basilica of St. Paul's Without 
 the Walls, a most splendid building, but hardly finished. 
 The huge columns of marble were very grand. On our 
 return we had ices in a shop, and then all walked out to 
 the Villa Borghese. There we saw mosaic, statues, and 
 pictures. On our way back, passed the Queen of Italy 
 in a carriage, and soon after the King. The next day 
 (Sunday) we first saw the Forum of Trajan ; there are 
 a lot of old columns still standing. Then the Roman 
 Forum, where we saw the Arch of Septimus Severus, and 
 also the Temple of Constantine, and the Arch of Titus. 
 It was all very interesting. After that to the Coliseum, 
 going all over it ; having guide-books we were able to 
 read accounts of all we saw. I believe the Emperors used 
 to have regular naval fights inside the Coliseum, as water, 
 we were told, used to be turned on. We then drove 
 out to the Church of St. Sebastian, and saw what they 
 told us were the footprints of Christ, and were taken 
 down to the Catacombs underneath the church, which 
 were very curious. We drove on along the Appian Way 
 to the Hadrian Mausoleum, and to the tombs of Cecilia 
 Metella and Seneca, having a splendid view of the scenery 
 round, and seeing the aqueducts very plainly. In the 
 evening went to St. Peter's to hear the evening service. 
 The singing was beautiful. We saw the tomb of St. Peter 
 and the casket wherein is a bit of wood, supposed to be a 
 bit of the Cross. The different lengths of the churches 
 were pointed out by little stars marked in the ground. 
 St. Sophia (at Constantinople) shorter than our St. Paul's, 
 and St. Paul's about 100 feet shorter than St. Peter's, 
 showing what a splendid building it is ! After table d'hote 
 we saw some fireworks from the Castle of St. Angelo, on 
 
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 Naples 5 7 
 
 the banks of the Tiber. First, the whole building was 
 illuminated, then the rockets, Catherine wheels, etc., 
 were awfully good. Next morning we went to the Bor- 
 ghese picture gallery, and saw some splendid pictures 
 there ; then we went on to the Capitol, and saw the 
 famous dying gladiator, then to the Lateran Museum, 
 seeing a lot more curious things. Also went to the 
 Pantheon, where Raphael was buried, and the last king 
 (Victor Emmanuel) ; everything that we saw was most 
 awfully interesting. I did not think you would have 
 minded the things we did on Sunday ; we were obliged 
 to have a carriage, but I thought about you, and my not 
 going to church. I am sorry that we missed the Vati- 
 can, but it was a feast day, which prevented us. ... . 
 Since returning to Naples, I have been to Pompeii and 
 Vesuvius with three other fellows. When we landed at 
 Castellamare, we took two nice little chaises and drove 
 out to Pompeii. In the Museum there were several of 
 the real bodies in glass cases, all covered with lava ashes, 
 and the skeleton of a dog in a most agonising position. 
 We walked through the old streets, seeing the market- 
 place, Temples of Jupiter and Venus. The marks of the 
 chariot wheels in the stones of the streets are to be seen. 
 Everywhere about, you also see old paintings on the walls 
 of the houses. The baker's shop is a very curious sight, 
 everything so well preserved. After that we ordered 
 horses and a guide, and set off for Vesuvius. It was 
 great fun, we rode as far as we could, and then began 
 to climb up the cone. This was awfully tiring work, on 
 account of the loose lava ashes ; it was a very fine sight 
 when we reached the crater. The steam was coming 
 out in great jets or puffs like a steam-engine, and every 
 
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 now and then came loose stones and hot lava. We 
 walked on the latter, which in some places quite burnt 
 our boots. We ran down quickly and rode back, reach- 
 ing Castellamare by carriage. I think we are having a 
 very jolly cruise, and I have liked going to all these 
 places awfully. To-day a match was played between 
 the Channel Fleet and Naples Club. We beat easily — 
 getting 129 runs in first innings ; they had two innings 
 and only got 63. Our naval instructor and three other 
 fellows played from our ship. 
 
 To f keep up a constant fire of letters from 
 home ' is one of the best means of maintaining a 
 strong tie with an absent one ; and the letters 
 which Harry received while at sea were very 
 numerous, so that he could follow closely, with 
 eager interest, the games and sports of his brothers, 
 and all the incidents of home and school life. 
 From these home letters a few graver extracts are 
 occasionally inserted. 
 
 The following is from his father : — 
 
 Rickerby : June 15. 
 Your capital letter of the 9th gave us a famous 
 account of what you saw in Rome, and I am very glad 
 you managed Vesuvius also. I was pleased that you 
 told us what you felt as to the Sunday at Rome, and I 
 trust you not only tell your earthly father, but still more 
 your Heavenly Father, and ask His help and direction 
 in all such matters. I think I have said before in 
 regard to Sunday, it is very difficult to lay down fixed 
 
jet. 1 6 Sunday 59 
 
 rules what to do, and what not to do. One can and must 
 have a fixed rule about lying, dishonesty, cruelty, in- 
 decent talk, or impurity of any kind, but in regard to 
 Sunday, I only long for you as I long for myself, and all 
 about me, that it may be a quiet resting day, unlike 
 common days, with time for reading and thought, and 
 happy talks with helpful companions of the right sort. 
 A Sunday at sea on a man-of-war must be very strange, 
 but I am sure it is a help to oneself anywhere, to make 
 a difference on Sundays, however slight, to remind one- 
 self of the object of the day, and, still more, to show 
 one's colours. I often found the difficulty at school and 
 college, but I also found the help given. 
 
 Again : — 
 
 I pray for you, my precious son, that you may be 
 kept from evil, and especially, as you grow older, that you 
 may have grace given you, to resist the special temp- 
 tations to impurity of thought, word, or deed which 
 abound everywhere, and in the navy I fear not least. 
 Be on your guard, and pray for help to resist temptation. 
 You cannot stand in your own strength. 
 
 Harry writes : — 
 
 At Sea, July 27. — We shall in all probability get into 
 Vigo to-morrow. It was awfully hot at Gibraltar, caused 
 chiefly by the Levanter, a hot wind, blowing. It was 
 such a treat to be able to bathe very often. I have so 
 liked the photographs of the dear grave, and shall put 
 one in my Bible as mother advises. It is so delightful 
 
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 /ET. l6 
 
 to think of seeing you all again soon, and I hope to get 
 leave, before Neil's and John's holidays are over. 
 
 The ' Invincible' reached England in August ; 
 and Harry was met by his father and some of 
 the home-party at Devonport, one of whom 
 wrote : — 
 
 August 10. — Harry strikes me this morning as being 
 quite his old self, and yet there is a more manly air about 
 him. He is so very sweet, consulting father about every- 
 thing, and apparently always wishing to do what he 
 would like. He is very simple, no stuck-up airs as boys 
 of his age so often have, and so gentle and loving, and 
 beaming. His voice at first seemed to alter him, but 
 through it one recognises the old voice. He has a very 
 business-like manner, but that he always had. 
 
 A little later, Harry had leave of absence home, 
 for about a fortnight. When he rejoined the 
 ' Invincible ' she was for some time in English 
 waters, and off the coast of Ireland, before return- 
 ing to the Mediterranean. 
 
 Just before he sailed from Plymouth his father 
 vviites to him : — 
 
 I feel we do thoroughly understand each other, and 
 if ever you want to write to me about any special point, 
 put ' private ' on your letter inside, and then I shall 
 know it is not to be shown to others. Once more, my 
 beloved son, I commend you to that Heavenly Father 
 
JET. 
 
 Arthur F. Buxton 61 
 
 Who will always hear you when you turn to Him, as I am 
 thankful to feel you do, in prayer. 
 
 Ovingion Gardens. — Yesterday Arthur Buxton came 
 here. He took prayers, and I asked him to remember you 
 in his prayer. He asked that our God would go with you 
 and keep your thoughts from all that is evil, as well as your 
 actions. Let this be your prayer for yourself as well as 
 ours for you. Do not forget the thoughts of our hearts, 
 which left to themselves incline to nothing aright. 
 
 Arthur Fowell Buxton, the cousin here referred 
 to, was at this time a curate in a large London 
 parish ; but ere long, the Master put the faith and 
 love of His young servant to the severer test of 
 long months of failing health and suffering. On 
 July 31, 1 88 1, he was called Home, aged 30. 
 
IV 
 AT SEA, 
 
 1879-1880. 
 
 We need as much the Cross we bear, 
 
 As air we breathe, as light we see ; 
 It draws us to Thy side in prayer, 
 
 It binds us to our strength in Thee.' — Miss Waring. 
 
 ' There will be times when a strain may come on one, but 
 it is only for a time, and, as the strain, so will your strength 
 be, '—General Charles George Gordon. 
 
IV. 
 
 AT SEA, 1 879-I 880. 
 
 This second part of Harry's short experience of 
 sea-life was a trying one to him, but he was 
 thankful for it afterwards ; at the outset of this 
 voyage, during the storms which the ' Invincible ' 
 encountered, two fatal accidents occurred, which 
 deeply moved and impressed him. 
 He writes : — 
 
 Between Plymouth and Gibraltar, December 7. — 
 We have had very bad weather, especially in the Bay, 
 and have had a miserable time of it, as the seas 
 washed right over the ship, making everything very un- 
 comfortable. Our gun-room got very wet, as a lot of 
 water got into it, with all our books and things. Several 
 little things in my locker got wet, and nearly all my 
 books. Any loose things in the ship were rolling about, 
 and all our chests had to be tied up. I am .sure you will 
 be sorry to hear that one of our men was killed, by falling 
 from aloft on Thursday. It was about 3.30 p.m., and 
 they were just going to set topgallant sails, when the 
 man fell from the main-top as the sailors were going 
 aloft. He fell right down on deck. It wns my afternoon 
 watch, so I was on deck, and saw him fall. He was fear- 
 fully cut about. He was taken belov at once, and died 
 
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 about three hours afterwards. They say he was not con- 
 scious at all. The doctors did all they could ; they had to 
 cut off one of his legs, as it was so badly smashed. It 
 was awfully terrible seeing him fall — but I don't think 
 he could have felt anything after it. He was buried on 
 Friday morning, sewn up in a hammock, and as the 
 Chaplain read the service the body was just slipped 
 into the sea, from the gangway. His messmates carried 
 it round the deck on a stretcher. I have just been 
 reading the texts and things in the book you sent me ; 
 they are very nice. 
 
 Gibraltar, December 10. — We arrived here about 3.30 
 this afternoon, and have just had another very sad accident. 
 About 2 p.m a man fell overboard (when we were only 
 two or three miles off ' Gib.') and was drowned. He was 
 working on the bows over the ship's side, and a wave 
 washed him overboard ! Two life-buoys were thrown 
 over immediately, and a boat lowered. We saw him 
 swimming to the buoy, but before the boat got up he 
 sank. It is supposed it was on account of his having a 
 big oilskin on, and sea-boots, for he was a capital swim- 
 mer, and swam perfectly well at first. He got quite close 
 to the buoy, and then it looked as if he were trying to 
 get the oilskin off, and I suppose it got jammed some- 
 how, for suddenly he went down, the boat arriving hardly 
 a minute afterwards. 
 
 Two men lost since we left England ! It seemed to 
 come so suddenly, nobody thinking about it. I thought 
 when the first man died, who would be the next? and 
 how easily it might be myself, or anyone. It seems such 
 a warning for me always to be prepared, and I do so 
 want to be always ready. 
 
mt. 1 6 Cairo 67 
 
 Malta, December 21. — On our way here we saw 
 several waterspouts with the sea all foaming beneath 
 them j they were very curious. We finished our examina- 
 tions on Friday. I have done pretty well I think, being 
 third of the midshipmen in this ship ; Browning was first. 
 I received a nice batch of letters soon after we got in 
 here yesterday ; I liked them all so much, and thought 
 of Neil and John going home on the 18th, and of you all 
 together this Sunday. I know how we shall think of each 
 other on Christmas Day. How different it will be for us ! 
 I can hardly imagine you among frost and snow, as it is 
 just like an English summer here — perhaps a little colder, 
 but we are having splendid weather. You seem to have it 
 awfully cold at home. I should not have thought the 
 Eden would have frozen yet. I suppose skating will be 
 the rage all the holidays, if the frost lasts. Thank Rennie 
 for the text he sent me. I hope you will send my Bible- 
 reading Union Card for 1880, as soon as you get it. 
 
 The photographs of Carlisle and Stanwix are very 
 good, and I have already stuck them inside the lid of 
 my chest. 
 
 H.M.S. ' Invincible' Alexandria, February 1, 1880. — 
 I have already been to the Pyramids with five other 
 fellows. The journey to Cairo was most interesting. 
 We saw the great mouths of the Nile, and were continu- 
 ally passing small Arab villages, which looked as if they 
 were made entirely of mud — very wretched places to live 
 in. We reached Cairo on Monday evening, it is about 
 130 miles from Alexandria. On Tuesday morning we 
 started for the Pyramids, we took a carriage and two 
 good donkeys, which we rode by turns. The Pyramid 
 we went up was all in irregular steps, about three and 
 
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 four feet high. From the top we had a very good view 
 of the smaller Pyramids, Sphinx, and other old ruins. 
 The great desert looked awfully curious, just like a great 
 sea with high waves. As far as you looked in one 
 direction, nothing could be seen but sand, while on the 
 other side were Cairo, the Nile, and cultivated lands. 
 
 We went inside the Pyramid, having to take candles 
 and walk along a long passage, so low in some places we 
 could not walk upright. At last we came to a large high 
 chamber called the Queen's Chamber. It was awfully 
 hot inside, as there was so little room for air to enter ; 
 after that we walked to the Sphinx, which is very much 
 disfigured. I believe it is all one piece of stone, or very 
 nearly so. The Arabs were very troublesome, continu- 
 ally bothering for money, and wanting you to buy coins, 
 etc. On Wednesday we all took donkeys (which abound 
 in Cairo) to see the city generally, the Egyptian bazaars, 
 etc. In the afternoon we all went off on donkeys again 
 to see the Grand Mosque, and Citadel, on the other side 
 of the town. We had to wear slippers over our shoes 
 inside the Mosque. The interior was very magnificent. 
 After that we were taken into the Khedive's Palace, 
 which is inside the Citadel. Perhaps you would like to 
 hear a little of what Cairo is like. It is quite a large 
 town. One of the principal streets which we passed 
 through, and is called the ' Mouski,' was very curious. 
 The conveyances are principally two-horse open carriages, 
 and donkeys, both of which are very cheap to hire. When 
 anybody hires a carriage, they generally hire a 'syce' 
 • or runner), who runs before the carriage to clear a way, 
 a^ most of the streets and thoroughfares are very crowded. 
 They are quite a class of people by themselves ; they 
 
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 generally dress all in white, and each carries a long stick. 
 The bazaars are large, and we went all through them. 
 We all enjoyed our trip immensely. 
 
 The first dim outline of the Pyramids is seen 
 as the train approaches Cairo from Alexandria; 
 they are about nine miles from the city, and they 
 stand on the edge of the desert platform, which 
 rises some forty or fifty feet above the richly 
 
 The Pyramids. 
 
 cultivated plain, with its waving fields of corn, and 
 feathery palm groves. The three Pyramids of 
 Ghizeh (of which the Pyramid of Cheops is the 
 largest and most renowned) form a distinct group. 
 Before the time of Abraham they stood as mighty 
 guardians of the desert. Joseph must have seen 
 in them the record of a bygone age, and to Moses 
 they were already ancient monuments. 
 
 Harry's next letters (from the Piraeus) speak 
 of seeing Athens, the Acropolis, Mars Hill, and 
 other places of interest which are all well known. 
 
7o 
 
 At Sea ^et. 1 6 
 
 During the same month he writes of the cap- 
 ture of Colonel Synge by brigands at Salonica, 
 and the ' Invincible ' being ordered there imme- 
 diately in consequence. 
 
 Salo?iica, February 29. — We went to sea as soon as pos- 
 sible, going nearly full speed all the way, and arrived at the 
 entrance of the Gulf of Salonica on Monday morning. The 
 Captain decided on sending some boats away to cruise and 
 board all small vessels, as we heard the brigands intended 
 escaping to the Greek islands, and it was our object to pre- 
 vent them. So the steam-pinnace and barge were got ready, 
 all the men provided with arms, etc. We then went on 
 to Salonica, and there heard that the Turkish soldiers had 
 been making an attempt to seize the brigands, but the 
 English Consul, finding that probably Colonel Synge's 
 life would be in danger if they were captured, got an 
 order from Constantinople, for the military operations to 
 be stopped. We now hear that the ransom asked by the 
 brigands for Colonel Synge is 10,000/., ten gold watches, 
 and eight swords, which is a tremendous lot. They 
 expect he will be released in a very few days now. The 
 ransom will, of course, be paid by the Turkish Govern- 
 ment. 
 
 He is an Englishman, living about twelve miles from 
 here, and a colonel in the Turkish Gendarmerie. He 
 has a farm of his own, and was attacked in his house 
 last Thursday week. He began to defend his house, 
 but the brigands said they would kill him if he did not 
 surrender, therefore he was forced to do so. The band 
 he was taken by is supposed to have about sixty men in it. 
 There are any amount round here, and the people are 
 
mt. 16 Capsize j i 
 
 awfully afraid of them — even the soldiers are too. They 
 say it is not safe even for three or four miles outside this 
 town. 
 
 Pincus, March 10. — The King of Greece has been 
 on board ; he arrived about 1.30 p.m. with all his staff. 
 The officers were on deck in full dress to receive him. 
 He had luncheon in the Captain's cabin, after which he 
 went over the ship, saw the guns drilled, etc. He was 
 very young-looking, I thought. As he was going round 
 the ship he spoke to me about my sea-chest, etc. He 
 spoke English very well. The British Minister came 
 on board with Mr. Augustus Mounsey and the other 
 secretary in uniform. 
 
 On Monday Mr. and Mrs. Mounsey came on board 
 to see the Captain, and go over the ship. I took the 
 Captain's boat ashore for them, and brought them off to 
 the ship. 
 
 Malta, May 16. — I must tell you of a little adventure 
 I had last week ; on Tuesday afternoon all our boats 
 went away sailing, and I went in charge of the whaling 
 
 J I. M.S. ' Invincible,' off Filfola. 
 
 boat. After I had been sailing about the harbour for 
 some time, a sudden squall came on, and we went right 
 over. We all hung on to the boat, and were picked up 
 in less than a minute by a boat, and went on board again 
 
j 2 At Sea mt. 1 6 
 
 at once. But the worst part was, that when the boat 
 went over my telescope sank, which I had taken away 
 with me, and I am afraid there is no hope of recovering 
 it. I hired two men to drag for it with hooks, about 
 the place where we capsized, and they dragged for two 
 days, but could not pick it up. I ought to have thought 
 of getting hold of it when we were going over. 
 
 The monotony of harbour life at Malta was 
 delightfully varied for Harry during the month of 
 May. His elder sister had accompanied her aunt 
 and other friends to Egypt and the Holy Land : 
 on their return they diverged from Athens for a 
 ten days' visit to Valetta, when Harry and some 
 of his friends had many opportunities of joining 
 them on shore, for excursions into the island, and 
 merry evenings at the hotel. This visit was the 
 more acceptable, as for some months Harry had 
 not been in vigorous health, which eventually led 
 to the decision that he should leave the navy. 
 
 During the summer cruise that followed (to the 
 west coast of Italy, and south coast of France) his 
 letters are mostly descriptive o^ places revisited. 
 He greatly enjoyed the opportunity of a second 
 visit to Rome. 
 
 Castellamare, June 20. — We had another very sad 
 accident on board last Friday, while we were drilling 
 aloft. A man was knocked off one of the yards by a 
 sail, and fell right down through a hatch on to the deck 
 
Castellamarc 7 3 
 
 below. I was in the main-top at the time, and saw him 
 fall. It was awfully sad, and so terrible to see him fall. 
 He died instantaneously, I believe, as he was fearfully 
 knocked about. Everything went on the same that 
 morning, which seemed so curious, but of course it could 
 not be helped. The funeral was ashore yesterday, and I 
 was sent to it, with several other officers. The service 
 was read by our new Chaplain, Mr. Upcher, who, 
 curiously enough, joined us from the ' Helicon ' the same 
 day the poor man was killed. 
 
 His father writes : — 
 
 It is very remarkable that for the third time since 
 you sailed from Devonport you should have been brought 
 face to face with sudden death, in such a very solemn way, 
 and I thoroughly understand what you mean, about the 
 strangeness of everything going on directly afterwards, 
 without interruption. Your letter has filled our hearts 
 with thanksgiving, as many of your letters have done, for 
 we feel that a real spirit of patience has been given you, 
 under the past discipline. But again I would remind 
 you, as my dear father often reminded me, 'Let him 
 that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.' I 
 believe, if once we fancy we are safe in ourselves, that is 
 just the very time when Satan tries us most, and often 
 succeeds in getting the better of us, perhaps in the very 
 point where we thought we were quite safe. 
 
 Another home letter says : — 
 July 15. — It is disappointing that you are not better, 
 but I hope these fresh remedies may do you good. How 
 sweet are the words of the Lord Jesus — ' Whosoever 
 
74 A t Sea &r. 17 
 
 doeth the will of my Father in heaven, the same is my 
 brother? You are on the ' Invincible ' for a purpose 
 for yourself, and very likely God has something for you 
 to do for Him still. Just ask, that you may each day do 
 the bit of work our God's own hands have given you 
 to do ; give yourself into our Father's arms each day. 
 You do not know how much your silent example may 
 do for one or more of the new cadets. 
 
 Harry writes from Malta : — 
 
 September 5. —Last Friday, Mr. Upcher and I went out 
 after quails. We only saw four birds, but each managed 
 to get one. It is very uncertain about getting them here, 
 as they only come over from Africa, with a south-easterly 
 wind, or ' sirocco,' as it is called. Then it is hard to find 
 them, as they lie very close in this hot weather. I am 
 going to send you some feathers of my first quail in 
 this letter. . . . 
 
 I spoke to the other day, about belonging to the 
 
 ' Bible Union,' and he said he should like to join very 
 much, so I want you to get him a card as soon as you 
 can, and send it out. I went down to Mr. Upcher's 
 Bible-class with the men yesterday evening, and I hope 
 to go every Sunday now.' 
 
 The Rev. Knyvet Upcher had not met Harry 
 as a stranger. Both far from home, they were first 
 drawn to each other when talking of mutual rela- 
 tives and friends. Many pleasant expeditions were 
 planned together, by the kindness of Mr. Upcher ; 
 and Harry, during the remainder of his time on 
 
alt. 17 Commander Charles Parry, R.N. 75 
 
 the ' Invincible,' found in him one ever ready to 
 strengthen and encourage him in his daily life. 
 The strong, brave, loving spirit of their chaplain 
 endeared him to officers and men ; but during the 
 summer of 1881, in the prime of his young man- 
 hood, he was laid low by illness, and death called 
 him to a higher service. 
 
 As Harry's health continued unsatisfactory, it 
 was decided at the end of 1880 that he should 
 resign his commission. His time at sea, though 
 short, had brought many experiences, all most 
 valuable in forming and strengthening his cha- 
 racter, and he learnt much from the routine and 
 discipline cf a man-of-war. He learnt much, also, 
 from the trials of which he had his share, and 
 in his case this was truly a testing time. Evil 
 abounds everywhere, certainly not least in a gun- 
 room mess, where too often swearing and bad 
 language are unrestrained. How this particu- 
 lar form of evil has often saddened the hearts of 
 Christian officers is well illustrated in a letter 
 written several years previously, by Commander 
 Charles Parry, R.N., and thus recorded in his 
 ' Life.' 
 
 The mess contains many wild fellows, who, God for- 
 give them, like too many of our young officers, make it 
 their practice to swear at almost anything. An oath is, 
 
76 At Sea 
 
 in fact, always ready at the tip of their tongue, that they 
 may be thought men among their associates. I feel I 
 have been enabled to stop a good deal of this sort of 
 thing, as long as I am actually at hand, having asked 
 them occasionally to refrain, but I hear it going on be- 
 hind my back. I think that many years will have to roll 
 on before that most foolish and self-abasing idea leaves 
 the heads of midshipmen. Is it not truly pitiful to think 
 that such numbers should (almost always from the ex- 
 ample of their seniors) be led to curse and to swear as 
 if there were no harm in doing so ? and after a short time 
 they acquire such a habit, that they actually do not know 
 when they do it. Often and often, when I speak to the 
 younger fellows we have on board, just after they have 
 been making use of very sad language, they hardly know 
 to w T hat I am alluding. 
 
 Nor is this habit of bad language confined to 
 the Navy only, as those who are acquainted with 
 the inner life of our large schools, offices, and 
 workshops know only too well. Thus a mother 
 writing of her son, called home by an early death, 
 says : — 
 
 He had felt the great temptations of his surroundings 
 at the works — the swearing of the men — Oh ! how 
 strange it is that our boys who go away fresh from a 
 sheltered home, and a mother's kiss, should have to be 
 exposed to an atmosphere like this. Why do not Chris- 
 tian men see to it, and purify our workshops, and make 
 them fit places for our boys ? It would be more than 
 all burnt offerings and sacrifices. 
 
alt. 17 Meeting Difficulties yy 
 
 The spirit in which Harry met other trials 
 may be gathered from a letter he wrote more than 
 three years later to a youth in difficult circum- 
 stances. 
 
 Well, if we had not our great Friend to go to always, 
 I don't know what we should do. But, thank God, we 
 have, so let us feel that His hand is in all. How closely 
 He must be watching over our lives at this present 
 moment. I am very thankful you offer no resistance, 
 although I can quite understand the difficult position it 
 puts you in. But we must remember how closely fellows 
 watch how w.e take these sort of things. If we only meet 
 them in the right way, I am sure they will soon stop. 
 We may not actually strike back, but if a fellow sees 
 we don't like it, why then they go on. If we appear 
 at all sulky, or look annoyed in face, you see they take a 
 pride in doing the same thing again. No, we must make 
 an effort— it will be one — to take everything pleasantly, 
 such as, ' not such a good shot that time, try again,' or 
 make some joke. Now, we believe in the power of 
 praytr, so let us each ask for special grace to meet all our 
 difficulties in a truly Chriscian way, as pleasantly as 
 possible. . . . This morning we had Mark xiii. 34, 'To 
 every man his work,' and our Lord has also appointed 
 to us each one, particular work ; his work, not somebody 
 else's. 
 
 Not long before Harry left the service, his 
 Captain wrote of him, 'He is thoroughly steady 
 and high-principled, and I am glad to have him 
 
78 At Sea mt. 17 
 
 with me.' The Rev. Knyvet Upcher writes, ' I 
 must tell you Harry sets such a bright example 
 to his messmates ; we are capital friends, he is a 
 right good lad, and I admire him very much.' 
 
 ' He did stick to his colours,' was the testimony 
 of one of his messmates ; and he was ' a great help 
 to all on board in the way of example.' ' Always 
 firm and consistent, he never allowed himself to 
 take part in, or countenance, anything which was 
 in any way contrary to his principles.' 
 
 Such was the opinion of others. Harry's own 
 estimate of himself, at this time, was very different. 
 Yearning after a deeper hold on eternal things, he 
 wrote : — 
 
 I feel just as you do about the evil, and the bad lan- 
 guage that goes on, for I seem to have got familiar with 
 all that is said and done. But lately I have felt how- 
 bad I am myself, and (as each of these men was killed) 
 how unprepared I am for death. I do so want to be 
 more prepared for it. 
 
 How perfectly easily one may be taken suddenly, 
 because there are so many dangers always around us. 
 
 And again : — 
 
 I am striving day by day to walk in the right way, and 
 I am sure 1 am being helped. But I do not seem to love 
 the Lord enough j I want to be brought much nearer to 
 Him, as somehow I feel unfit for His presence. But I 
 do pray daily to be given greater desire to follow Him. 
 
mt. 17 Letters 79 
 
 A friend has written lately, that at a meeting of 
 undergraduates, held in the spring of 1884 a t Cam- 
 bridge, when many spoke, Harry said : — 
 
 ' Before I came up to college, I was in the Navy, and 
 I can thrice consciously point to a time when brought 
 face to face with death, the Holy Spirit pleaded with me 
 in vain. But, thank God, not long after, I could say I 
 have passed from death unto life.' 
 
 The next was written in response to his earnest 
 desire ' to be brought nearer ' to God. 
 
 November 10. — I am deeply thankful that you do not 
 feel near enough to the Lord — that you do not love 
 Him as you long to do. This is the work of the Holy 
 Spirit in your heart, and the answer to our prayers. To 
 see our need and helplessness can only be given us by 
 Himself. He is working, and I can joyfully use those 
 words about you ' being confident of this very thing, that 
 He which hath begun a good work in you will perfect 
 it.' Accept His free mercy ; you know He has for- 
 given you, as He forgave the sinful and the sick, when 
 He was on earth, saying, 'Son, thy sins are forgiven 
 thee.' Just praise Him, and do not expect to feel a 
 great deal. He will give feeling in His own good time. 
 The great fact of forgiveness has nothing to do with 
 feeling. When any doubt comes to trouble you, tell 
 our loving Lord, and expect Him to take it away. I am 
 sending a little book, for you to read on your way home. 
 It is very clear and helpful. You will not leave the ship 
 without deep thankfulness for all the mercies of your life 
 
8o At Sea 
 
 JEY. 17 
 
 on board. God bless and keep you, and may you seek 
 to serve Him first in everything. 
 
 The little book referred to, ' Never Say Die ' (by 
 Gillespie Prout), was read by Harry on his voyage 
 home. Later on, he told several that he believed 
 he owed his definite conversion to it, and he con- 
 stantly gave it away, up to a very short time before 
 his death. 
 
 November 29, 1880. 
 
 Dearest Father, — I have so liked your letters, and 
 I am thinking thoroughly over all you have said. Of 
 course I feel as you do, that my leaving the Navy is a great 
 decision to have made. I fully take in what you say, and 
 understand about the work to be done afterwards. I feel 
 with you the necessity of working with all my might and 
 main at a tutor's. It is exactly what I have thought of 
 for a long time. Now that you have mentioned the 
 University, I take it up eagerly also, as I can well see how 
 desirable it would be for finishing my education. I shall 
 hope by working hard to make up to what I ought to be 
 expected to know at my age. I hope that I may be a 
 credit to you and mother, and show you that I intend 
 to set to work with determination. . . . 
 
 ... As I read your letter it shows me what a great 
 love both of you have for me, and thought for my 
 welfare, and I cannot say how much I feel about it. I 
 must say again how deeply I feel all you desire for me. 
 
 He reached home December 30, 1880, having 
 come direct from Malta to Liverpool by sea. One 
 
.in. 17 Return Home 81 
 
 of the most distinct recollections of that return is 
 ot earnest talk and prayer together, as the old year 
 passed away. It had been a marked one to Harry; 
 not only had he passed through much personal 
 trial, not only were his outward circumstances 
 changed, but a great change had also taken place 
 in his inner life. 
 
 Earnest desires to live for God had stirred his 
 heart ever since his little brother's death, but only 
 now had they changed into definite resolve. There 
 can be no doubt that the initial step into the 
 life of God (the consent of the heart and will) had 
 taken place in Harry at this time. 
 
 It is hoped that some clear words upon this 
 all-important subject, given in the following extract, 
 may be found helpful : — 
 
 Surely the religion of many consists in the sentimental 
 assent of the understanding to truths which God intends 
 should change, re-create, transform the heart, so that it 
 may be filled with Divine impulses, feelings, and objects ; 
 so that the 'old things,' habits of unbelief, love of self, or 
 other sins should pass away, really, definitely, and for 
 ever ; and that all things should become new and God- 
 like : — but surely we see clearly from the Word of God, 
 that this is only on condition that the heart be willingly 
 surrendered. Why is it that such numbers of ' religiously 
 disposed' people have no certain and powerful effect 
 
82 At Sea. mt. 17 
 
 on the world, and are practically of no use to God ? It 
 is because they do not bend their will to its part in the 
 matter ; they wait for a Divine incoming, as it were, and 
 do not honestly and distinctly give themselves over to 
 God, to be cleansed, filled, and used by Him, 
 
V 
 
 PREPARATION FOR CAMBRIDGE 
 AND BEGINNING OF COLLEGE 
 LIFE, 1881-83. 
 
 'The perfect freeness, with which the pardon of all our guilt is 
 offered in God"s Book, drew forth feelings of affectionate love to 
 Him who bought us with His blood. . . . 
 
 ' I saw the duty and privilege immediately to accept salvation by 
 Christ, and it is my desire to show my attachment to the cause of 
 Him who died for me, by devoting my life to His service. ' 
 
 David Livingstone, writing of his conversion 
 in his 20th year. 
 
 1 I used to hate classics. What desperate uphill work it was to 
 read them— a regular exercise of self-denial every morning ! Now, 
 I like it beyond any study except divinity. ' 
 
 John Coleridge Patteson, 
 
 Missionary-Bishop and Martyr. 
 
 G 2 
 
V 
 
 COLLEGE LIFE, 1881-1883. 
 
 DEEP thankfulness about him is associated with 
 every remembrance of the winter holidays which 
 followed. But even then, his parents little realised 
 the blessing his coming home was to prove. 
 
 Again he took his place among his brothers ; 
 but now only as their leader in all that was right 
 and helpful. Their joy at his return knew no 
 bounds, and though the gap in their number 
 seemed more apparent than ever, the zest with 
 which Harry returned to all the home objects and 
 pleasures was to each an increasing happiness. Of 
 all the holiday fun, skating was to him the best ; 
 for the mere pleasure of rushing up and down upon 
 the ice again was in itself sufficient enjoyment. 
 
 For the next year and a half, Harry worked 
 in preparation for Cambridge with the Rev. T. P. 
 Monnington, whose living was not many miles 
 from Carlisle. Most fortunate in his tutor, whom 
 he learned heartily to love and respect, he made 
 steady progress in his work. He had much lee 
 way to make up, but, full of earnest purpose, and 
 
86 College Life ki. 17 
 
 conscious of strength not his own, he was not 
 discouraged. This was a very happy time ; and 
 his health improved daily. He often rode, or 
 bicycled, home for the Sunday, starting cheerily for 
 his early return on the Monday morning. 
 
 Harry's confirmation took place in Carlisle in 
 March 1881. He was older than boys usually are, 
 but when opportunity had offered before, his pa- 
 rents felt he had better wait, till he could with 
 deliberate and clear decision come forward as one 
 of Christ's faithful soldiers and servants. 
 
 In writing two years later from Cambridge 
 to a brother at school, he thus refers to this 
 time : — 
 
 {March 5, 1883.)— I have been thinking a good deal 
 about your confirmation lately, and hope you are having 
 some nice classes for it. 
 
 I do hope it will be a very helpful time to you, as I 
 am sure it was to me. You must not think it is merely 
 a form which all have to go through ; but do just think 
 over the words you are going to assent to — ' to renounce 
 the world, the flesh, and the devil.' How important it 
 is to be able to say this from the heart. I am sure I 
 feel more and more how sinful I am by nature, and how 
 much I need strength day by day. And remember this 
 is fact (it is not a misty fable), ' No man can serve two 
 masters, - ' ' ye cannot serve God and Mammon.' Of course 
 you have heard all this often enough, but is it a reality to 
 you ? 
 
mt. 19 Keswick 87 
 
 In the summer of 1882 Harry went to the 
 Keswick Convention. This annual gathering, for 
 the strengthening of the Christian life, now so widely 
 known and so increasingly appreciated, is held 
 during the last week of July. Each day the large 
 tent is thronged with listeners to powerful and 
 practical addresses, as no building in the place can 
 contain the numbers attending the meetings. 
 
 Towards the end of the week, those who have 
 been strengthened and refreshed are invited to 
 stand up, and tell in a few words of the help they 
 have received. Time often fails to give oppor- 
 tunity to the numbers who rise, and earnest words 
 of thanksgiving and praise follow one another 
 from all parts of the tent. Harry speaks of these 
 meetings in the following letter : — 
 
 July 31, 1882. 
 
 Dearest Mother, — I was so glad of your note this 
 morning. I left Keswick at 9.30 and walked from 
 Blencow station. I must say that I have had a delightful 
 time there, and am so thankful now that I went. We 
 were a most cosy party, and had a very nice lodging, 
 with lovely views of the mountains from its windows. 
 
 I seem in a way to be rather bewildered now about 
 the subjects of the different speakers ; but the whole thing 
 I found most helpful ; I see much more distinctly now, 
 what a real Christian's life ought to be ; and I do trust 
 and pray that I may have strength to act as God would 
 
88 College Life 
 
 MT. 19 
 
 have me. On Sunday evening we attended the Holy 
 Communion, which was, at a time like this, specially 
 strengthening. 
 
 I am longing to see you, to talk it over. I do want 
 to be of some use in my life for the Lord. Dear, dear 
 love. 
 
 Your loving Son, 
 
 Harry. 
 
 He continued to work in preparation for Cam- 
 bridge, during the holidays which followed, and 
 began his University course, at Trinity College, in 
 October 1882, extremely enjoying the new inter- 
 ests and objects which there opened before him. 
 
 Steadily working, he yet had plenty ol time to 
 enter into the hearty vigorous life of the place ; 
 the renewal of old friendships, and the beginning of 
 many new ones, giving added zest to the whole. 
 The following pages are not only intended to give 
 an impression of Harry's individual life, but a 
 general one, as to the tastes and aims of others 
 besides himself. 
 
 It will seem to many, that far too much of the 
 religious aspect of the life is given, but the fact 
 remains, that the great realities which made this 
 phase of life so happy, did not lessen in any degree 
 the fun and merriment, which characterised the 
 intercourse of these friends. 
 
a:t. 19 
 
 Mr. Moody s Visit 
 
 89 
 
 Harry writes of Mr. Moody's visit to Cam- 
 bridge : — 
 
 44 Bridge Street, November 5, 1882. — Mr. Moody's 
 subject this morning was ' work for the Master.' He said 
 
 
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 Gateway of Trinity College, Cambridge 
 
 that every Christian ought to do something, and not to 
 think any work too insignificant. He gave as an illustra- 
 tion Moses' rod, which he said might have been quite a 
 common stick cut from a thorn-bush. He said that any 
 
90 College Life j&r. 19 
 
 one might have met Moses and said. ' What are you going 
 to do with that ? ' ' Oh, I am going to bring many thou- 
 sand people out of bondage with it,' showing us that we 
 ought to make use of every little thing God has given us. 
 
 It is so pleasant to hear his plain-spoken language again. 
 On Tuesday he dwelt a good deal on conversion, and 
 said in one part of his address he firmly believed in an 
 instantaneous change of life. He gave a good illustra- 
 tion of this, saying, supposing he were to speak to a man 
 who was anxious about his soul, and if this man's special 
 sin was that he swore a hundred times a day, would it be 
 right of him to say, ' To-morrow, you must only swear 
 eighty times, the day after that only sixty times,' and so 
 on? No, of course there must be a complete change 
 at once. There must be a time when a man passes from 
 death unto life. 
 
 Mr. Moody's visit was the beginning of many 
 friendships for Harry, amongst others that with 
 Mr. W. A. Watson, who wrote after his death, 
 referring to this time : — 
 
 I made Harry Mac Innes' acquaintance in 1882, and 
 was then drawn towards him by his bright manner. In 
 November Mr. Moody came down to Cambridge, and I 
 myself for the first time was shown the way of peace. 
 From this time we continued to see more and more of 
 one another, and many a time have his words of counsel 
 helped me. With regard to his conversion, he more than 
 once told me about it, how it was through a little book 
 his mother sent him w r hen he was in the Mediterranean. 
 
alt. 19 Cambridge C.M.U. 91 
 
 He was an enthusiastic Secretary for the Cambridge 
 Church Missionary Union. He never neglected his 
 secular work, however. I had a letter from him about 
 two months before his call Home, when abroad, urging 
 me to meet him there, that we might read together. 
 That was not to be. His loss up here is a great one, but 
 the Lord's will be done. 
 
 H. M. I. to J. M. I. 
 
 November 13. — . . . . Moody said something very 
 true the other night— that no one can have really re- 
 ceived Christ in his heart if he does not confess Him 
 to his friends, if only by some small action. And he 
 gave us that text : ' Whosoever confesseth Me before 
 men, him will I confess before the angels of God in 
 Heaven.' It seems to me such a glorious promise. 
 
 We have had sharp frosts the last two nights here ; 
 I do hope we shall get some skating in the vac. On 
 Saturday I went a long bicycle ride with Lawrence. We 
 went out by train about twenty miles to a place called 
 Baldock, and then wheeled back. I am still going on 
 with my ' tubbing,' and am going down to the river after 
 I have written this. 
 
 To the Same. 
 
 February 20, 1883. — I went out to a brickfield last 
 Friday, with Kidd ; we hope to go once a week. It has 
 been awfully nice to hear how the Blue Ribbon meetings 
 have prospered in Carlisle. I do want next holidays to 
 see what we could really do for the good of others, as I 
 feel that hitherto we have thought far too much of our 
 own pleasures. 
 
92 College Life jet. 19 
 
 One of Harry's most intimate friends, the Hon. 
 Walter G. Scott, has given the following Cam- 
 bridge reminiscences, beginning at this time : — 
 
 From the fact that Harry came up to Trinity in the 
 same year that I did, I naturally saw a good deal of him. 
 We first made acquaintance at the time of Mr. Moody's 
 visit here in November 1882. He was soon anxious to 
 take part in active Christian work, and joined us in 
 visiting brickfields, etc., in the neighbourhood of Cam- 
 bridge, giving tracts to the men, and speaking to them 
 individually, or together, as opportunity occurred. He 
 was deeply interested in this work, and I believe a really 
 good work was done at the brickfield he visited. He, 
 Lawrence Carr, and myself, used to visit together a men's 
 ward at the hospital on Sunday mornings, and I re- 
 member many happy times there. He took a great in- 
 terest in the men, and often went there on week-day 
 afternoons as well. 
 
 In calling upon undergraduates, and making known 
 special services, his list of men included some who were, 
 humanly speaking, very formidable ; however, he went 
 fearlessly and was faithful to his work. He was one of the 
 Trinity Freshmen who joined (November 1882) in starting 
 a Bible Reading, for men of our own year. This has been 
 continued, and he was a constant attendant up to the last. 
 In a notebook I find entered the dates when he (in his 
 turn) opened these readings. I well remember how 
 anxious he was that there should be real definite blessing 
 at our meetings. 
 
 There was no one, I suppose, I saw more frequently, 
 as our lodgings were near together, and we always dined 
 
et. 19 Love for Children 93 
 
 at the same table in ' Hall.' His conversation was con- 
 stantly of things pertaining to everlasting life, and many 
 delightful times we had, reading a few verses, followed, 
 by prayer. He was always bright, cheerful, and full of 
 fun. May he be still more blest to us now, than ever 
 he was in life — and that was not a little ! We miss him 
 much here, but how blessed to know 'it is well with his 
 soul.' 
 
 Harry's great friend, Lawrence C. Carr, also 
 writes at this time of their visits to the hospital, 
 being preceded by prayer together, which strength- 
 ened and encouraged them. 
 
 After visiting the men, they sometimes went 
 into the children's ward, enjoying the pleasure of 
 the little ones over the picture leaflets given to 
 them. 
 
 His devotion to little children was always 
 great ; it was no trouble or waste of time to him 
 to amuse and interest them. Among many in- 
 stances of this, an aunt, Mrs. Daniel F. Wilson, 
 recalls the merry games he improvised for a 
 tiny cousin of three, at the beginning of the 
 following vacation. One day little Gladys sat 
 patiently waiting on the staircase for an hour, 
 watching the hall door, Harry having promised 
 her a ' game of trains ' as soon as he came in. 
 With great delight she greeted his return, when he 
 instantly dressed up as a guard, and the two kept 
 
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 up shouts of merriment over the supposed railway 
 journey, for some time. 
 
 H. M. I. to his Mother. 
 
 February 25. — ... I heard an idea to-day at our 
 reading, which ought to stir us up. The unconverted 
 here will reproach us at the Day of Judgment, saying, 
 ' You were three whole years among us, and what did you 
 do for our souls ? ' 
 
 I am sure, as you say, that we ought to be very 
 watchful of our own selves ; we must be thorough our- 
 selves, or we cannot properly help others. 
 
 has been in this morning, and tells me he has a 
 
 letter from a careless friend of his, now at Sandhurst, 
 written not at all in a nice line. He has been rather in 
 doubt about what to do. I told him he had much better 
 let the fellow know ' his line ' at once. It will be so much 
 easier afterwards, and then we prayed about it. I expect 
 to-morrow to find he has answered boldly. 
 
 To 07ie of his Brothers at School. 
 
 Trinity College. — ... I am so glad to hear that you 
 have got a fellow to join the Bible Union. Curiously 
 enough, I have felt the desire to write and ask you to 
 get up a little Bible-reading for those who belong, or 
 who care to read. Ask anybody who would be at all 
 inclined to come ; you will know the most convenient 
 time, don't have it when you are sleepy. I know you 
 will like me to suggest one or two things. Always 
 begin with asking God's blessing on the word read ; and 
 do read expecting to find some treasure, something to 
 
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 carry away with you ; it is always there if you seek. I 
 firmly believe the greatest thing towards walking faithfully 
 is reading the Bible. Also make it always cheerful so 
 that all may keep up the interest. 
 
 Do let us ask that ' the fear of man ' may be taken 
 away from us. I am sure this is what is keeping us 
 back so from coming out. In asking any one to join, you 
 might tell of our meetings here, and how they help us. 
 
 Again : — 
 
 You seem to be doing well at the butts ; I like to 
 see your scores put down, as it reminds me of my butt- 
 shooting at Malta. We used to score in the same 
 way you seem to do. 
 
 I know you make a point of carrying something away 
 with you each night from your reading. I do trust 
 all who read with you may really be brought to the 
 point ; numbers strive to do right, and get so near, but 
 yet they never have real rest in their souls. For to- 
 morrow, I think verse 28 of Heb. xii. will be most helpful 
 (especially margin of new version) — ' let us have thank- 
 fulness whereby we may serve God acceptably.' If we 
 are truly thankful to Jesus for what He has done, we 
 have some impetus given for working for Him. 
 
 His parents started for three short weeks in 
 Scotland, at the beginning of July. Harry went 
 with them, and was their thoughtful and devoted 
 companion. Ready for anything, on the alert to 
 save them all trouble, his joyous spirit was to his 
 parents the best part of the holiday. His father 
 
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 and he began by fishing on Loch Shin ; when on 
 Loch Inver, and sailing among the islands near, 
 he quite as naturally took the direction of the boat, 
 as in his naval days. Never will the lovely morn- 
 ings be forgotten, when, after the early Bible read- 
 ing together, he joined in earnest prayer, specially 
 remembering his brothers at school ; or those long 
 summer evenings, when he would read aloud to 
 his mother by daylight at about 1 1 P.M. A few 
 delightful days in Skye ended this happy time. 
 
 By the end of July Harry, with some of the 
 home party, was again at the Keswick Convention. 
 The death and funeral of the Rev. Canon Harford 
 Battersby (one of the originators of these gather- 
 ings) made the week one of peculiar interest. 
 His familiar presence could not fail to be sorely 
 missed by the many assembled, who mourned 
 his loss as that of a dear and valued friend ; and 
 none who were there could ever forget the scene 
 by the open grave, in full view of the lovely lake 
 and mountains, bathed in the brilliant sunshine of 
 a July day, when more than a thousand people 
 joined in the beautiful service and hymns of thanks- 
 giving and praise. 
 
 The look of joy deepened on Harry's face as 
 the days of that helpful week went on. He said, 
 as usual, very little of what was passing in his 
 
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 mind, but that little was very real. On the last 
 day, when the customary invitation was given to 
 praise God by public testimony, he was one of the 
 many who responded. After reading Romans viii. 
 13 (' For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die ; but 
 if ye, through the Spirit, do mortify the deeds of 
 the body, ye shall live '), he said he could never 
 thank God enough, for the three words ' through 
 the Spirit,' they had brought home to him the 
 reality of the Holy Spirit's power to overcome all 
 the hindrances and difficulties of the Christian life. 
 
 Rickerby, August 6. 
 To L. C. Carr. — Thanks so much for your letter ; I 
 hope you will excuse my not returning the compliment 
 by the next post. We certainly did have a wonderful 
 week at Keswick this year. The meetings were most 
 stirring. There seemed to be such a halo about the 
 place, I cannot say how much I was helped definitely 
 during the week. I hardly like to say much, as we must 
 ' be doers, not hearers only,' but I am sure God is 
 going to keep me. I had a very nice time in Scot- 
 land with father and mother, and we had some good 
 days fishing. We played against the ' High School 
 Wanderers' last Friday, and were beaten altogether. 
 We shall miss your valuable aid in that line very much 
 this year. I shall be looking forward to seeing you at 
 Scarborough. 
 
 In August of this year Harry joined a party of 
 young men at Scarborough, to help in special shore 
 
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 services for children and young people, which are 
 now a feature at many seaside places. They were 
 all University men from Oxford and Cambridge 
 whom Mr. Arrowsmith had gathered around him, 
 in a house large enough to accommodate ' the 
 happy family,' and it was a bright party which 
 met morning after morning, refreshed by an early 
 bathe, to consecrate the day by united praise and 
 prayer to God. 
 
 No lack of merriment was there among them, 
 though each did his appointed work thoroughly. 
 Some distributed notices of the meetings, some 
 guarded the large circle formed on the shore by 
 a barrier of rope, and helped timid children to 
 their seats ; others undertook the more responsible 
 work of winning boys to confidence in quiet talks, 
 or spoke at a meeting for boys only, or addressed 
 crowds on the esplanade on the Sunday evenings. 
 
 Harry was equally ready to join the elder boys 
 at cricket and tennis, or to help the little ones on 
 the shore, when hands and spades were all put 
 into requisition to make ' the pulpit,' and rows of 
 seats of hard sand — the ' pulpit ' being a well- 
 arranged sand-heap, often adorned with sea-weed 
 and pebble texts. The names and addresses of 
 many of the elder boys, with whom Harry kept 
 up a correspondence, were found in his pocket- 
 
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 book after his death ; and the following extract from 
 a letter written by one of them on hearing of his 
 sudden call shows how fruitful may be the influ- 
 ence of young men and boys upon each other. 
 
 I remember when I first met your brother how kind 
 he was to me. It was he who brought me into the right 
 path, and first made me think what kind of life I was 
 leading ; and how great is the love of Jesus. 
 
 People seem to think that because we are clergymen's 
 sons we get all the teaching we want at home. We do 
 get plenty of teaching, and have Bible-reading, etc., but 
 never till I met your brother had I realised how great 
 the love of Jesus is for us, and how much He suffered for 
 us. He worked hard for his Master at Scarborough, and 
 I dare say that I am not the only one who through his 
 influence was led to the love of Jesus. There are not 
 many young fellows who are as ready to meet their Lord 
 as he was. Your brother always seemed so kind and 
 sympathising to those around him. We went to a 
 meeting in a mission-room on the south cliff; he gave 
 us an address there, and I was specially struck with the 
 kind way in which he spoke. 
 
 He got me to join the School Boys' Scripture Union. 
 Since then I have got eight fellows this term to belong 
 to it ; so I am not the only fellow in this house whom 
 he has been a means of helping. 
 
 Recollections of this time have also been con- 
 tributed by Mr. Cecil Boutflower, of Christ Church, 
 Oxford, who was one of the part)-. 
 
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 It was in August 1883 that I first saw much of Harry. 
 We met at the train going to Scarborough (and in the 
 course of that first hour in the train I remember we had 
 our morning Bible-reading together), and we parted just 
 three weeks afterwards. Those were three of the happiest 
 weeks in our recollection, for both of us had been asked 
 to come, with eight or ten other men from Oxford and 
 Cambridge, to do what we could to help Mr. Arrow- 
 smith ; a work after Harry's own heart, and surely, too, 
 after the heart of Him Who said to the multitudes by the 
 sea-shore, 'Suffer the little children to come unto Me.' 
 In the course of those busy weeks there was not much 
 time for long sit-down talks ; but there was plenty of 
 opportunity for exchanging thoughts about the Master, 
 for whom the work was being done, and learning from 
 the yet more speaking eloquence of some of His ser- 
 vants' lives. 
 
 Harry's thoughts were mostly short and straight to 
 the point, they were the thoughts of a man who had 
 been taught to say, ' One thing I know.'' And his life was, 
 I think, the better half of what we learnt from him ; for 
 it was the life of a man who could say, ' One thing I 
 do. 1 That is just one of the great sermons we young 
 fellows so sorely need to read over and over again ; and 
 now God has taken away His 'living epistle,' but He 
 has left us the lesson. There was another thing, too, 
 that I don't remember having heard in any sermon j 
 namely, the art of taking the lowest place, without letting 
 any one notice or think that it is the lowest place. In 
 the mission work we each had our own department, and 
 no doubt it is a great thing that each man should do 
 that which he likes, because that is what he will do best. 
 
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 But somehow I noticed that Harry always managed to 
 like best the things that other people were not likely to 
 choose. Some people, perhaps, are so very easy to please, 
 because they are apathetic about everything. But that was 
 not Harry, for as God gave him great vigour, so Christ 
 helped him to put it into everything he did in the work, 
 and it was done with zest and eagerness ; it was the same 
 with all the humblest parts of the work — the ' fagging,' 
 as we termed it. Perhaps if all of us were more willing 
 to be the earthen vessels of Christ's household, we too 
 should be more filled with the oil of His Spirit. 
 
 One of the helpers writes, ' The first time I spoke to 
 Mr. Mac Innes I did not know who he wasj but I 
 asked him to go and speak to a boy, whom his friends 
 were trying to entice away from the service ; and after- 
 wards, when I apologised, he said at once so earnestly, 
 "one is so glad to do anything to help in the work." 
 That was the text of the three-weeks' sermon, not "so 
 willing," but " so glad to do anything." ' 
 
 There are two separate shores at Scarborough — the 
 great south shore, where Mr. Arrowsmith held the ser- 
 vice every morning ; the quieter north shore, quite a 
 mile away, where one or two went every morning. 
 Latterly Harry went there every day, taking half of the 
 heavy responsibility of managing the little service ; no 
 easy thing when two were quite thrown on their own 
 judgment and resources, and would have felt much 
 more diffident than at the big regular services on the 
 south shore (where the share of responsibility was com- 
 paratively small), but for the grand thought — ' Have not I 
 commanded thee ? Be strong and of a good courage.' I 
 don't think anything distressed him or turned him out of 
 
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 his course ; I was only there with him twice, but he 
 seemed to speak so simply and certainly, as if he knew 
 that it was God's message, not his in any way. The 
 ' words of life ' were so ' beautiful ' and ' wonderful ' to 
 him (to use the words of his favourite hymn on the sheet 
 we used) that anything he said about them in public or 
 private was said with the confidence of one who cannot 
 think that they should be anything else to others. 
 
 So, too, with the difficult work of inviting the boys to 
 come to the services, and giving away the cards ; so, too, 
 whether on the cricket-field in the afternoons, or in 
 organising the great tennis-tournament, which wanted so 
 much forethought and patience, it was all done heartily, 
 as if there was nothing small or mean in the Master's 
 work. Last Easter we had a happy revival of Scar- 
 borough memories, when five of us, who had been 
 there together, walked together over Cumrew Fell in 
 Cumberland ; and were able to tell of many a bit of 
 bright testimony, and many a hopeful sign picked up 
 since the campaign was over ; and as on the first day, 
 so on that last, to 'speak often one to another ' of Him. 
 And now the Lord, who then, as ever, surely 'heark- 
 ened and heard it ; ' the Lord who hearkened and heard 
 it, in that last bright hour when the two brothers spoke 
 one to another, and who w r rites the book of loving re- 
 membrance, has sent for His servant home. But even 
 from that last walk in Switzerland, as it were from the very 
 threshold of Heaven, there comes to us one more link 
 to the bright Scarborough memories. 'We can't sing 
 much, you know, but there's nobody to hear us here ; 
 let's have a hymn.' And the hymn they sang was the old 
 Scarborough opening hymn, ' Oh, we are volunteers in the 
 
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 army of the Lord,' with its bright chorus, 'Come and 
 join the army, the army of the Lord,' just before the 
 young soldier who had fought so nobly through the 
 power of Christ, in the army of the Church militant, was 
 suddenly called up to join the army of the Church 
 triumphant. 
 
 Very helpful work in connection with the mis- 
 sion is also carried on by means of a yacht, which 
 enables a party of university men to touch at 
 various places. 
 
 Harry writes to his friend, the Hon. Walter G. 
 
 Scott :— 
 
 Scarborough, September 8, 1883. — I must commence 
 my letter to you in the same strain as your nice long one 
 to me. What a fellow you must think me to have left your 
 letter unanswered for such an age ! But somehow it is 
 difficult to get time here. I was awfully glad to hear of 
 your cruise with Mr. Banaster. You must indeed have 
 enjoyed the time very much j I wonder which you liked 
 best— Llandudno, or the yachting part of it ? I can't say 
 how interested I am in this work ; it is such a grand way 
 of getting hold of young people. We have been very 
 much encouraged here on the whole, though the place is 
 so large, and there are so many counter-attractions for 
 the young people, but we have been wonderfully helped. 
 . . . We have been a very jovial party in the house. 
 Thursdays (previous to the boys' meeting) are special 
 days for ' tea-fights ' . . . 
 
 He also wrote, at the same time, of a lady 
 
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 saying to one of his friends : ' It is really very good 
 of you to help in this sort of thing ; but I suppose, 
 for the rest of the year, you become like ordinary 
 mortals! Harry adds : ' Another gentleman asked 
 one of us, " What we did with ourselves when the 
 season is over ? " ' 
 
 On his return with two of his brothers from 
 Scarborough, he entered with renewed zest into all 
 the home objects. A friend, who was staying at 
 Rickerby, recalls their welcome return : — 
 
 How impossible it seems to realise that dear Harry 
 is no longer with you, when I remember him only a short 
 time ago, so bright and happy and full of fun, strumming 
 those tunes on the piano, beginning to practise every 
 evening directly after dinner, and so persevering that he 
 really got on wonderfully in the short time. Then one 
 morning, standing up against the wall by the drawing- 
 room-door, at family prayers, and telling us and all the 
 servants about Scarborough. What fun too he often used 
 to make — manly and full of spirits, and yet so deeply in 
 earnest about spiritual things. I cannot think of you all 
 without him ! 
 
 The young men's Bible class on Sunday 
 afternoons (which he had started some time be- 
 fore) specially interested him, and many a good 
 game of cricket they all had together during these 
 early autumn evenings before his return to Cam- 
 bridge. Some ' treats ' had also been purposely 
 
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 delayed till the boys' return, and at these gather- 
 ings his vigorous presence and practical thought- 
 fulness in arrangement added much to the success 
 of the days. One picture of him is specially 
 present when, after the amusements of the day 
 were over, he stood within a circle of aged men 
 and women from the workhouse ; telling them of 
 the great love of the Lord Jesus — what it was daily 
 and hourly to himself, and urging them to make 
 Him their refuge at once. 
 
 To a Boy whom Harry had met at Scarborough. 
 
 Rickerby, October 2, 1883. 
 
 Dear Willie,— I suppose you will have gone back to 
 school by this time, so that I will address this there. 
 What a nice time we had at Scarborough, hadn't we ? 
 I was so sorry to leave on September n, but all pleasant 
 times have an end, we know, and how thankful we ought 
 to be for the happy days there. Our last service on 
 the north shore was very nice ; although it came on to 
 rain just before we began to speak, and we all had to 
 run off under the pier. I do hope if you are able to 
 write back to me that you will tell me how you are get- 
 ting on, and about your school, and if you have got some 
 really nice friends. How important it is to make friends 
 ot those who will not hinder our Christian life, for let 
 us remember how easily we may be led wrong. 
 
 I wonder if you go in for football at all, or rounders 
 at your school, such splendid exercise, isn't it ? 
 
 I suppose cricket is over by now. I played in such 
 
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 a curious match last Wednesday. Perhaps you will re- 
 member what a gale there was that day. But we played 
 all the same, as some of the fellows had come a long way 
 and wanted a game. It was raining the whole time ; we 
 fielded in great coats and waterproofs — it looked so funny! 
 I shall think of you reading the scripture portion every 
 day. I hope you will be able to understand Ezra, but I 
 think if we always read as if we were looking for some- 
 thing, like miners searching carefully for gold, we shall 
 find something very precious to carry with us all through 
 the day. 
 
 Do you know, I think it is far best to read directly 
 we get up, as we are so much fresher then than at night ; 
 and only a very few minutes is far better than nothing. 
 
 Now, look here ! I am going to give you a text to store 
 up in your memory box, and I hope you will send me 
 one, as I like and want them as much as you do. Mine 
 is, ' The Lord is thy Keeper.' Now good-bye. 
 Yours sincerely, 
 
 H. Mac Innes. 
 
VI. 
 
 COLLEGE LIFE, 1883-84. 
 
 1 Ponder this little word " now," — so full of mystery when we 
 try to understand it at all, so full of deep meaning, so full of workings 
 for a far-off future, — this seed-plot of unknown harvests, this trea- 
 sure-house of jewels for a future glorious bridal ; meditate on its 
 importance as beyond all value, regard this bright present as a 
 great ordinance of God respecting you. These golden moments 
 are passing by us quicker than we can watch them. Have we 
 grasped them, or have we lost them ?' — Alford. 
 
 Submit thyself to God, 
 And thou shalt find 
 
 He fights the battles 
 Of a will resigned. 
 
VI. 
 
 COLLEGE LIFE, 1883-1884. 
 
 The interest of returning to Cambridge in October 
 1883 was greatly increased by his brother Neil 
 entering Pembroke College at this time. Harry 
 had moved to other lodgings, to be near him, and 
 three delightful terms the brothers had together, 
 enjoying the constant in and out companionship 
 to which they had long looked forward. Seeing 
 much of each other's friends also proved a great 
 pleasure and advantage to them. But no interrup- 
 tion in the necessary time for work was indulged in, 
 and the wishes expressed in the next letter from 
 home were more than fulfilled. 
 
 I feel sure that you will all be filled with the desire 
 and determination to go in more and more for thorough 
 mental culture. David's words to Araunah struck me 
 very much, ' Neither will I offer burnt offerings unto the 
 Lord my God of that which doth cost me nothing ; ' 
 they seem so to apply themselves to our common 
 everyday life, and . especially to your Cambridge time. 
 Of what untold value are these weeks and months ! 
 Making their stamp, and leaving their mark upon your 
 lives, not only for this earthly life, but for eternity ! As 
 
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 God has given you this time and opportunity, so by 
 utmost diligence and labour, with self-denial, to be able 
 to offer Him (when the time comes) minds trained to 
 practical usefulness and common-sense earnestness, as well 
 as souls filled with love to Him. We rejoice to see your 
 ' record of work,' and should like to see one every week. 
 It is worth your while to put your strong young shoulders 
 to the wheel. I hope you are very diligent at gym. and 
 other exercise. 
 
 More recollections written by friends will be 
 found interspersed with Harry's own letters ; as 
 the following, from one who had known him while 
 in the Navy : — 
 
 I had the great privilege of being up at Cambridge 
 with him for one term, and I shall never forget what a 
 rejoicing Christian he was. I never heard him say a hard 
 or unkind word of anybody : and in everything he did, 
 he was always so thorough and whole-hearted that it- 
 was a great pleasure to be with him. 
 
 He seemed so entirely to cast all his care upon the 
 Lord, and was always bright. 
 
 Another says : — 
 
 We went out by twos one bright afternoon, to leave 
 letters announcing a mission. He and I agreed to go 
 together to two of the rowdiest colleges. He went to all 
 the rooms on one staircase, and I on another. 
 
 He disappeared for some time, and I was beginning 
 to wonder where he was, when he came out looking con- 
 siderably amused. He told me that in one room he 
 
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 found a party of men drinking wine, he just mentioned 
 the name of the host, and then left the room. On 
 coming down from some of the top rooms, he found one 
 of the party awaiting his appearance, who asked him to 
 
 come in again, as Mr. wished lo speak to him. 
 
 Quite expecting a troublesome altercation, he begged to 
 be excused, as he had so many other rooms to visit ; but 
 on being repeatedly pressed, he followed the messenger, 
 only to find the host reclining in an arm-chair, with the 
 opened letter in his hand which had evidently been the 
 subject of discussion. 
 
 If the reader knew the contents of that printed letter, 
 he would not be surprised if some opposition had been 
 provoked against its bearer. But being only pressed to 
 take a glass of wine in the politest manner, Harry Mac 
 Innes was able to decline in the same friendly way and 
 leave. Whether it was his calm, quiet manner or 
 some other yet greater power, we cannot tell. But this we 
 know, that on the last night of these meetings that same 
 party of men came to the crowded hall, and remained 
 afterwards in long and earnest talk with the missioners. 
 
 God grant that the call which then sounded 
 lovingly in those hearts : ' Awake thou that sleepest, 
 and arise from among the dead, and Christ shall 
 give thee light,' may not have been in vain ! 
 
 In the following letters to a brother at school, 
 Harry alludes to the Scripture Union portion which 
 he read in common with many others. The 
 object of this Union is to promote systematic 
 Bible-reading among 'young people, schoolboys, 
 
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 etc' The daily reading is taken sometimes con- 
 secutively from a Gospel, and sometimes from the 
 Books of the Old Testament, varied by occcasional 
 Psalms. All the members have a card on which 
 the portion, of about twelve verses, is marked. 
 The card can be. obtained from Mr. T. B. Bishop, 
 48 Paternoster Row. 
 
 
 77* £ 0/<J? Court of Tri?iity College. 
 
 Cambridge, October 1883.— .... Don't be dis- 
 couraged if you find Ezra more difficult, it is all about 
 the Temple building, etc. Let us remember as we read, 
 we who are Christians have ashare in building up God's 
 temple, or kingdom. . . . 
 
 And later: — 
 
 I send you a few more notes, I only wish I had 
 
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 finished what I meant to do. I quite like doing them ; 
 they seem to help me too, as I go along. 
 
 A few of the ' notes ' he referred to are given 
 here : — 
 
 Notes on Bible-Reading Union Portions. 
 {November 13. — 1 Sam. v. 1-8.) 
 
 Dagon was one of the Philistines' greatest idols, yet 
 it could not stand before the Ark of God. We see here, 
 that in our case it isn't the struggling on our part that 
 will get rid of any idol, but just that it ?nust go if The 
 Ark (Jesus Christ) is dwelling in our temples. Are we 
 not called 'Temples of the Holy Ghost ' (1 Cor. vi. 19)? 
 What an honour this is. 
 
 Notice how Philistines acknowledged the God of 
 Israel, verse 7. Verse 6, 'the hand of the Lord' destroys 
 them — so our enemies. 'I will trust, and not be afraid.' 
 (Is. xii. 2.) 
 
 {November 15. — 1 Sam. vii.) 
 
 Verse 3. So much is contained in this verse. 
 Note the three things God required of the Israelites. 
 
 1. ' Put away the strange gods.' 
 
 2. ' Prepare your hearts unto the Lord.' 
 
 3. ' Serve Him on/j'.' 
 
 We find in verse 6 they acknowledged their sins, and 
 in verse 9, when Samuel offered, ' the Lord heard him.' 
 Their prayer was answered. 
 
 I think those three things above might be grand 
 mottoes for us (note especially the order in which they 
 come). 
 
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 The Israelites obeyed, and look at the grand results. 
 Victory over their enemies, verses 10, 11. 
 
 (December 4. — 1 Sam xvii. 1-16.) 
 
 Notice the description of Goliath. How complete 
 appeared to be his armour ; but we shall see later how 
 little it helped him. 
 
 Goliath, as a Philistine, was an enemy of God. 
 
 Verse n. — ' Saul and all Israel' were frightened at 
 once ; how little their faith was. And we do not read 
 of their doing what they should have done, crying to 
 God for help and assistance. 
 
 Verse 16. — The Philistine was allowed by God to 
 draw near for forty days. It was not the Lord's will 
 that he should be conquered at once. So we must 
 expect God to try our faith. 
 
 {December 7. — 1 Sam. xvii. 43-58.) 
 
 Verse 45. — How are we going to follow David's ex- 
 ample ? Let us just stop and think if we really do meet 
 our difficulties, ' in the name of the Lord of hosts' 
 
 Verse 46. — And have we this confidence ? ' This day 
 will the Lord deliver thee.' 
 
 Verse 48. — Mark ! David ' ran toward the army to 
 meet the Philistine ! ' Yes, even when we have asked 
 God to help us, we draw back sometimes, don't we? 
 
 Verse 51. — David not only stunned Goliath, but 
 killed him. We must kill too, that these giants may not 
 /rouble us again. 
 
 hi a letter to a younger Sister. 
 
 November 13. — I wonder if you are getting on very 
 fast at the piano? I am afraid I'm not ! I have a lesson 
 
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 three days in the week, and am supposed to practise on 
 the other days ; but I expect it will take a good deal of 
 practice to get into the way at all. I have begun to learn 
 'What a friend we have in Jesus,' it is an easy tune. 
 Isn't it a most wonderful privilege to be able to say those 
 words ? We ought to try and carry them about with us 
 all day long. 
 
 To a Friend. 
 
 Fern Lodge, Hampstead, December 25, 1883. — 
 Last Thursday and Friday some of us were down at 
 Stepney, hearing Moody, who has now just finished his 
 meetings there. As usual his addresses were most stir- 
 ring ; there always seems to be a wonderful freshness 
 about each one. 
 
 Yesterday I went down there again, to help in a tea 
 intended for men only. A great number were there. 
 Afterwards several spoke, including Studd, telling them 
 of an intended mission for men, to carry on the work 
 begun, and also entreating them really to help them- 
 selves, in it. There have been several Cambridge men 
 down there helping. 
 
 In January 1884, during the winter vacation, 
 there was a social village gathering at Rickerby. 
 Several young friends were invited to contribute 
 to the amusement of the company. All remember 
 his fun and merriment during the evening (espe- 
 cially over the duet ' Chopsticks ' he played with 
 his youngest brother), but far more the deep 
 earnestness with which, before the party broke up 
 
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 a few words from him followed his father's address. 
 The following is a letter referring to this evening : — 
 
 Of course you will remember how he said, ' probably 
 next Christmas some of us may have been called away, 
 and may never meet again all together.' The general 
 impression left on my mind was of an earnest appeal to 
 all who were not ready to die, and had not found Christ. 
 A sort of last appeal, one might almost say, as if he felt 
 here was an opportunity to ask those who were present, if 
 they had found the great and intense happiness he had 
 found, by living only for Christ. I remember his saying 
 that he had never known true happiness till the last few 
 years, when he had given himself to his Saviour. And 
 then too, asking all not to delay, but to begin at once, 
 that putting off, they might be too late. I think it was 
 his extreme earnestness that struck me most. 
 
 Writing to send birthday wishes to an aunt, 
 Harry says, on February 6 : 'It is indeed one of 
 our many mercies that we are spared to each other 
 year after year.' 
 
 The next little extract from one of his letters 
 refers to some very helpful gatherings which had 
 been held in his rooms. 
 
 To his Mother. 
 
 This morning we had a 7 a.m. meeting, and a good 
 many turned up. I am sure this term will e?iergise our 
 life, in our reading as well as other things. 
 
 A friend not in the same ' set ' gives the follow- 
 
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 ing testimony to the impression made on him by 
 Harry's character. 
 
 He wrote, directly after Harry's death, of his 
 1 respect and admiration ' for him, on this ground, 
 that ' his thoroughly good and useful life did not 
 prevent his being a most genial, bright, and pleasant 
 companion.' 
 
 And, later : — 
 
 I do hope you will bring out in his character the 
 combination of thorough geniality with true religion. I 
 don't know why it was, but while I was at Cambridge it 
 was always felt that such a combination did not exist, 
 
 but I never saw better examples than Harry and . 
 
 Of course since I left Cambridge ideas may have changed 
 owing to the examples of Studd and others — but I am 
 sure it is always a good thing for worldly young men to 
 call attention to the possibility, of being a perfect gentle- 
 man (I mean in the worldly sense of the word) at the 
 same time as a truly religious man. 
 
 The part that he took in the religious movements 
 at Cambridge bears witness, amongst those who know 
 Cambridge life, to a life of continued neglect of self and 
 moral courage. The carrying of notices of meetings 
 and sermons into any one's room is, to my mind, a 
 mark of great courage. But my position at Cambridge 
 made his care for me more than ordinarily brave. I had 
 many acquaintances in a really fast 'set,' and certainly did 
 not myself keep quite out of it. Harry knew this well, 
 and, instead of any shyness, any shrinking from fear of 
 what might be said, redoubled his care for me. He 
 
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 often came into my room, begging me to come to some 
 meeting ; often he found there men who, I am sure he 
 knew, would have burst out laughing at him, as soon as 
 his back was turned, had they not known he was my 
 friend. On one occasion specially, I had a large break- 
 fast party, there was to be a meeting that day, held by a 
 man who had formerly led a very bad life, had been con- 
 verted, and now works much to do good amongst under- 
 graduates. Harry came into my room, and had the pluck 
 to speak of such things before a company which he must 
 have known rather mocked at religion. He was success- 
 ful, and three of us went to the meeting, and I for one 
 felt better for it (as I always did after a visit from him). 
 This is only one instance among many. I don't think 
 any one who does not know university life can appreciate 
 properly the pluck required for such a life as Harry's. 
 
 H. M. 1, to his Mother (then at Hyeres). 
 
 5 Market Hill, March 2, 1884. 
 
 Dearest Mother, — It was very nice to hear of your 
 journey and arrival at Hyeres. I have a faint recollec- 
 tion of those places, as I was there in July 1880. We 
 were delighted with the flowers Grace sent ; the narcissi 
 have been looking wonderfully fresh. The Lent races 
 have been on this week ; I went down on Thursday and 
 ran with the boats. 
 
 There has been a good deal of talk up here lately 
 on the subject of holiness ; of course some have been 
 inclined to oppose, but still a great many have been 
 helped in one way or another, and have thought over 
 the subject a great deal. There has been started lately 
 
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 a 7 a.m. prayer- meeting in my rooms, every Thursday 
 morning, which has been made a very real time. 
 
 And the ' Morning Watch ' Union has been started 
 here, and men are feeling the importance of having a 
 good quiet time first thing in the morning. So I am 
 sure, altogether, we have a great deal to thank God for, 
 but holiness is to be lived more than anything else. 
 ('Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through 
 our Lord Jesus Christ.') This afternoon Kidd and I 
 went down to see one of our brickfield men in his 
 home, we had a blessed time, and both he and his 
 father appeared to seek and find forgiveness while we 
 were there. I think they have both been groping for 
 some time in the dark. . . . 
 
 Your loving Son, 
 
 Harry. 
 
 From D. A. Kidd, Oct. 1 884. 
 
 Cambridge. — Eleven years ago we met. It was at 
 Rottingdean School, where we were always good friends. 
 Nearly every one was a friend of ' Mac's,' his good nature 
 won their friendship. In October 1882 we met up here, 
 our first night of the term. We chatted of past days ; but 
 soon found out we had more in common than memories 
 of old times. We found out that we were friends for 
 eternity, and so we naturally drew close to one another. 
 
 We often spent much time in prayer and Bible-study, 
 and decided to take some active work together. This 
 drew us closer to one another, for how closely God's 
 children are united ! 
 
 Many an afternoon was saddened as we found how 
 hardened the men in the brickfield were, which we 
 
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 visited together. Many an afternoon was gladdened as 
 we saw signs of softening and several evident tokens of 
 changed hearts. We were much interested in one case. 
 This man was often drunk, and we determined, by God's 
 grace, to stop this. Many a Sunday afternoon we visited 
 him, lead the Bible, prayed, entreated him to give it up, 
 as God could give him strength. (We always kept in 
 mind that the real power must come from a real union 
 with a risen Saviour.) We found him often quite deliri- 
 ous ; he would beat his wife and break his furniture. So 
 we went to a doctor to ask him to do what he could, as 
 the man showed signs of attempting suicide. However, 
 much could not be done. Then, at the end of last term, 
 we spoke of the probability of some of us not meeting 
 till the last day. Little did we think who was to be taken 
 away ! 
 
 Yesterday I went to the brickfield alone. As I 
 passed the public-houses where Harry loved to give away 
 papers, I felt most keenly that an accustomed friend 
 had gone. 
 
 The men noticed that I was alone. ' Where is the 
 other gentleman ? isn't he well ? ' 
 
 ' Oh yes,' I said, ' he is very well.' 
 
 ' I suppose he hasn't come up this term then ? ' 
 
 ' No, he has been called Home, and is perfectly happy 
 now.' 
 
 It was striking to see the effect on different men. 
 Some took no notice at all, just as though he were 
 nothing to them. Others said, ' How strange, I can't help 
 thinking of him ; he was a real good gentleman, he was.' 
 The drunkard we were interested in was much struck. 
 
 For about a fortnight he has given up drink, and 
 
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 says, ' I should like to be prepared, lest I am called 
 away soon.' 
 
 Surely God will hear the prayer of His child, surely 
 those prayers of his will one day be answered. Yes, 
 ' he being dead, yet speaketh,' by his consistent life, and 
 by his death. And I am confident that God will draw 
 many of those hardened hearts to Himself. 
 
 Mr. H. E. Bishop, a friend of Harry's, thus speaks 
 of the helpful character of the weekly meetings : — 
 
 Christ's College, 1884.— The Thursday morning meet- 
 ings were continued weekly amongst ourselves in Harry 
 Mac Innes' rooms, and most helpful they were ; and I 
 believe very useful in bringing Christians together. One 
 friend of mine I took once, and he prayed there in a 
 way in which I had never heard him do before ; he, I 
 am sure, derived great blessing from it. He was drowned 
 at Tenby, a few weeks before the death of Harry Mac 
 Innes. 
 
 Before I left, Harry expressed his intention of taking 
 care next term to let more know about the meeting, and 
 of trying to get them to come. But just then his studies 
 prevented him from giving the time to it. In April I 
 received a letter from him about some services for College 
 servants, which we had talked about in the previous 
 term, and which he had urged me to work. I quote 
 from this letter : — 
 
 ' It is very kind of you to tell me of this opening for 
 work amongst College servants, as it certainly is a most 
 important one. When one feels how much one is thrown 
 with, and noticed by them day by day, we do indeed 
 
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 need to take it to the Lord, that He may be glorified in 
 everything that is done in this matter.' 
 
 He then suggests several things about the working of 
 the services. 
 
 I did not see much of him last term, save at the 
 Thursday morning meetings, as he stuck most conscien- 
 tiously to his work for the ' General Exam.' 
 
 The following- extract is from a friend's 
 
 letter :- 
 
 You know the story of the woman, who, after various 
 misfortunes, found herself in a strange place, without a 
 farthing in her pocket, raining, and nowhere to go ? In- 
 stead of being bewildered and miserable, she stood still 
 and said : ' What a grand opportunity for trusting the 
 Lord ! ' and never shall I forget Harry's delighted look, 
 almost of triumph, over that story ! 
 
 This joyful trust was the spirit of his life ; he 
 seemed to find in everything ' a grand opportunity 
 for trusting the Lord.' 
 
 Again, from Lawrence Carr : — 
 
 Harry gave us a verse at one of the meetings, which 
 he said had been given him as a definition of conversion. 
 Acts xxvi. 18. 'To open their eyes, and to turn them 
 from darkness to light and from the power of Satan unto 
 God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins.' I re- 
 member watching him very closely at this time, when I 
 went up to Rickerby, and certainly the power of God 
 was very manifest in his life, in little everyday things. 
 
JET. 20 
 
 Easter Vacation 
 
 Again, from another friend : — 
 
 I do thank God that I knew Harry and saw in him 
 that a young man may be a spiritually minded Christian, 
 and yet not lose one atom of his manliness, and pleasure 
 in manly sports. 
 
 Harry writes to a friend with whom he had 
 stayed at the beginning of the Easter vacation : — 
 
 Rickerby, April 9. — . . . The Carrs have been staying 
 here, and we have managed to get some reading done 
 in the mornings. Now Hooper is here, we met him at 
 Penrith when we went off for a three-days' walk in the 
 lakes (up Helvellyn, then on from Grasmere up one of 
 the Langdale Pikes, etc) We have been talking a bit 
 about next term. I am sure we ought to be 'going 
 ahead ' after the impetus of last term ; but still we all 
 individually want the motive power day by day, of which 
 there is such a mighty supply always at hand. ' God is 
 able to make all grace abound.' 
 
 Our part surely is to believe, and then take God at 
 His word. We have a small meeting to morrow evening 
 for some lads in a village near here. Remember us. 
 
 The following extract from a letter written by 
 his father is almost prophetic in its foreshadowing, 
 and tells of the close of the last holidays the four 
 brothers enjoyed together : — 
 
 Rickerby, April 19. — Those two dear brothers went 
 off by the 8.40 train (to Cambridge) this morning, after 
 a most happy time here. Our last day at Brackenthwaite 
 
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 was a delightful wind-up, but I felt it solemn, as we all 
 five raced down the fell together, and I thought of the 
 inevitable changes which a few years must bring. 
 
 The following letter to his Mother abroad, 
 after his return to Cambridge, refers to a subject 
 he and his parents often talked over. Heartily 
 responding to their wish, that he should look upon 
 mental discipline as the first object to be gained 
 by University life, and fully understanding that 
 the want of it would hinder after usefulness, he 
 did not allow any interest, even religious work, 
 to interfere with regular reading. This was not 
 always easy, but he was faithful to his determina- 
 tion. 
 
 Market Hill, April 20, 1884.— We certainly had a 
 grand vac, and I feel quite set up after it. 
 
 As to the C. M. U. work, and other of that kind, 
 there will be only one meeting to arrange for this term, 
 as we do not have one every Monday as last term, and 
 perhaps one or two Committee meetings, so that, you see, 
 the work will be very little. But of course next term 
 there will be a good deal to do, and if I resign, I should 
 have to give notice this term. I am sure we may ask for 
 distinct guidance in this matter ; and nothing need be 
 settled at once. I know we should put our reading in its 
 right place here, and of course I feel the danger of not 
 doing so. I am very glad we did some at home, as I 
 have no time to lose, and know that it must be real hard 
 work these weeks. 
 
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 You will have heard of most of our doings ; Hooper 
 went off on Wednesday. On Friday we had a charming 
 expedition to the fell, Rennie as usual in tremendous 
 spirits, we had a long walk, and came down to a delicious 
 tea at Brackenthwaite. 
 
 Mr. D. A. Hooper, one of Harry's most inti- 
 mate friends, and now a missionary in Central 
 Africa, thus gives his recollections of this time : — 
 
 The thought of having one definite purpose was very 
 present to him. ' Forgetting those things that are be- 
 hind I press forward.' We always had the thought ' better 
 things on before ' between us, and whenever one was at 
 all disappointed, or very happy over some fresh victory, 
 it was the usual thing for the other to say, ' Well, there 
 are better things on before.' He would say, l You know, 
 1 don't do half enough,' and yet he would not stop long 
 thinking of failures, remembering that the past was for- 
 given, 'let us have some prayer, we want more prayer.' 
 It was the rule rather than the exception for us to pray 
 together whenever we met alone. 
 
 I have never known any one who was always so 
 cheerful, and at the same time who always had the 
 thought of his own unworthiness and weakness before 
 his eyes. Although I saw him nearly every day for the 
 last two terms, I never saw him unhappy or cast down, 
 and seldom did we meet without some joke coming out. 
 When out for a walk one afternoon our conversation 
 turned on our future prospects. He seemed to have no 
 plans, just saying that the way would be opened. 1 never 
 met a man who spoke more about his fathers wishes. 
 
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 One of the last instances, being that he might have to 
 give up the secretaryship of the C. M. U., in order to 
 read harder ; and often he would refer to his father's 
 wishes, saying he would do this, or leave off that. One 
 of our last united efforts was to storm the market-place 
 one Saturday afternoon when it was crowded, and dis- 
 tribute tracts, but he always made a point of not leaving 
 men in his own station to work amongst the poor ex- 
 clusively, a mistake rather common up here. 
 
 Mr. A. T. Polhill Turner, who has since gone 
 as a missionary to China with Mr. Stanley Smith, 
 Mr. C. E. T. Studd, and others, writes : — 
 
 During the summer vacation of 1883 we were at Scar- 
 borough together, where his light heart was the life of 
 the party. 
 
 His last visit to my rooms, the last day of May term, 
 we reviewed our past happy term, and agreed on the 
 necessity of living with a single eye to God's glory. 
 
 Once again that day, I met him, tor the last time, and 
 he repeated the question he had previously asked me, 
 ' Will you come with me to Switzerland ? ' 
 
 Going back to one morning during the October term 
 last year, he came round to my rooms and said, ' Will 
 you come up to town to-day, to hear Mrs. Booth at Exeter 
 Hall ? ' I mentioned several engagements, to which he 
 replied : ' Do as I do, make up your mind to go, and 
 then meet your difficulties afterwards.' We went with 
 another Trinity friend. Harry was specially in great 
 spirits ; full of life and joy. Whenever I went round to 
 see him of an evening, I was sure to be warmed up by it, 
 and we almost invariably had prayer together. 
 
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 He took a deep interest in the work of the 
 Salvation Army, not from sudden impulse, but 
 from practical knowledge of the good being done 
 by them ; and though not agreeing with some of 
 their methods, he heartily admired their self-denial 
 and consistency of life. 
 
 The labours also of a noble band of men and 
 women, who had for long been striving to raise 
 the standard of social purity throughout the 
 country, called forth his earnest sympathy. He 
 kept the small publications of the White Cross 
 Army, etc., by him, and felt it a privilege in any 
 way to help on the cause. 
 
 By the last day of May the ' General ' exami- 
 nation was over, and till the end of term he had 
 more time for the happy intercourse with friends, 
 which proved to be his last on earth. They had 
 much cause to thank God ; for while mental culture 
 had been diligently carried on, and good steady 
 work had been done, they had been taught more 
 fully that holiness (or wholeness) of life, described 
 in Psalm xxiv. as ' clean hands and a pure heart,' 
 means hatred of every tendency to evil, a determina- 
 tion that God should have His way unhindered, 
 and that His Spirit only should reign in the 
 daily hourly life. 
 
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 Fern Lodge, June I, 1884 (Whit Sunday). 
 
 Dearest Mother, — It seems a longtime since I wrote to 
 you, but now I ought to have plenty of time for it. First, 
 about your letter and the plans, it will be delightful to 
 be with you quietly, and I am very glad I waited before 
 settling anything. As to getting somebody to read with 
 me in Switzerland, I am rather doubtful, but I will try 
 on getting back to Cambridge. I really must try to do 
 some reading this ' Long,' and hope I shall have father's 
 advice about the ' Special' Political Economy would 
 be very useful, and two or three have advised me to go 
 in for it. When I arrived here on Friday, I found all 
 gone to Moody's meeting (near Lambeth), so I followed, 
 and there met two or three friends. Yesterday morning, 
 Petter and I went to Lord's to see the finish of ' Aus- 
 tralians ?'. England,' and then, after going round by the 
 scenes of the dreadful explosions, Scotland Yard and St. 
 James's Square, to the Health Exhibition — very interest- 
 ing, more so, I thought, than ' the Fisheries.' This morn- 
 ing to early Communion, and Petter and I are thinking of 
 walking down to an open-air service in Hyde Park. 
 
 Monday. — I am not going back to Cambridge till this 
 afternoon in time to help Neil a bit with some of his 
 exam subjects. We enjoy Grace's description of your 
 life at Homburg, minus the 'eggy ' water, which I intend 
 to sign the pledge against, before I come out to you, as 
 they say I look far too well for anything of that sort. 
 Petter and I had a wonderfully interesting time yesterday 
 p.m. A pleasant walk down to Hyde Park to ' the open 
 air,' where we found, to our surprise, Stanley Smith among 
 others. After the meeting they asked us to go with 
 them to ' the chairs ' (by Rotten Row). We had a glorious 
 
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 time. After more prayer on the way, we felt God would 
 bless, and began to sing at the back of the chairs. It was 
 a little time before people listened much, but soon a great 
 many stopped, and several ladies and gentlemen came 
 and sat on chairs near. Stanley Smith and two others 
 spoke ; the words were indeed with power, and many 
 looked very much interested. We came away about 
 six in the evening ; heard a splendid sermon from Mr. 
 E. W. Moore on Isaiah xi. upon the Holy Spirit resting 
 on the Lord Jesus Christ. I must now finish. 
 
 Your loving Son, 
 
 Harry. 
 
 From a Friend. 
 
 It seems only like yesterday, since that week in June, 
 when going to the Senate house to see if the ' list ' was 
 out, I met Harry, and he burst out in his usual way — ' Isn't 
 it grand ? Watson has got a first class ! ' Then he told me 
 that he himself was through, and was off next day on his 
 way to join you abroad. 
 
 From Edward J. Church. 
 
 October 2, 1884. — I don't wish that this letter should 
 be an encomium of his good deeds, especially as this is 
 such a time of deep sorrow to your home, and as there 
 are many who knew him more intimately than I did. 
 But I should like to say that I knew no college friend 
 like him, who though in the world, yet lived so near to 
 the next. He seemed sometimes to have glimpses <>t 
 whit was beyond, which gave his own soul inexpressible 
 joy. 
 
 K 
 
College Life 
 
 As he and I worked some of our subjects for the 
 ' General ' together last term, it was my privilege to 
 witness often the special happiness that his living faith 
 in his Saviour afforded him. 
 
 I had hoped our friendship might ripen more this 
 term, when he was to take possession of the vacant 
 rooms on our staircase in 'the Master's Court.' 
 
 Harry passed the ' General ' Examination 
 creditably, and it having been fixed that he 
 should spend the Long Vacation with his mother, 
 who was abroad for her health, he arrived at Hom- 
 burg on June 14. 
 
 Early in July, when his sisters returned to 
 England, he went on with his mother to Gastein, 
 in the Austrian Tyrol, and thence to Switzerland. 
 
VII. 
 
 LAST LONG VACATION. 
 
 1884. 
 
 The Christian who is most in close communion with God, will 
 be the best man in the fight. 
 
 He who has taken most trouble to learn his drill, may be ex- 
 pected to make the most successful attack upon the enemy — the 
 fact that he has learned how to fight, goes a great way towards 
 teaching him HOW to win. 
 
 This is especially true in our spiritual warfare. If we are too 
 lazy to pray — to learn from God something of our enemy, the way 
 to meet him, to engage, and to conquer him — we shall do him very 
 little harm, win very mean victories ; and although we may make 
 graat efforts, and engage in long conflicts, we shall ' so fight as one 
 that beateth the air.' 
 
 What a friend we have in Jesus, 
 
 All our sins and griefs to bear ! 
 What a privilege to carry 
 
 Ev'rything to God in prayer ! 
 Oh, what peace we often forfeit, 
 
 Oh, what needless pain we bear — 
 All because we do not carry 
 
 Ev'rything to God in prayer ! 
 
 Sacred Songs and Solos. 
 (From one of H. M. I. 's favourite hymns.) 
 
VII. 
 
 LAST LONG VACATION, 1 884 
 
 SUNDAY, June I 5, was a day of thankful happiness 
 to the little party at Homburg. In the late after- 
 noon Harry had a long walk and talk with his 
 father, in the course of which they spoke of his 
 future work in life. He said he saw no opening 
 for a decision at present, that he had no intention 
 of being ordained, but if he were to be, it would 
 be for a missionary life. Monday was Harry's 
 twenty-first birthday ; his father had to start late 
 that day on his return to England. 
 
 A clergyman, with whom Harry made ac- 
 quaintance on his way to Homburg, has since 
 written : — 
 
 " October 8, 1884.— I should like you all to know what 
 a pleasant conversation we had that lovely afternoon on 
 the Rhine steamer. I noticed that he wore the blue 
 ribbon, and this led to our talking about the Temperance 
 question ; and from that we went on to mention other 
 Christian work, in which he was evidently deeply in- 
 terested. When the journey was coming to an end, I 
 asked him his name, and he told me. I took out a card 
 to show him mine, which he took. Had it not been tor 
 
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 this, I suppose I might never have heard of his having 
 so soon been taken away. 
 
 Even through the short acquaintance that we were 
 destined to have, however, I trust that some little good 
 may have been done, as he gave us from that same bag 
 (no doubt) in which the card was found, some leaflets 
 for distribution. They were published by the Children's 
 Mission, some in German, and some in French. I am 
 glad to think that we used them all, viz. giving them to 
 the various hotel servants who waited on us, as we had 
 opportunity, and some of them were received with very 
 great pleasure. 
 
 The following extract is from a letter to the 
 servants at home, acknowledging the present of a 
 travelling-bag given for his twenty-first birthday : — 
 
 17 Kisseleff Strasse,Homburg, June 16. — I have been 
 wanting to write before, to say how extremely pleased 
 and surprised I was on opening the box with the beauti- 
 ful bag from you all, and really I cannot sufficiently 
 thank you each one for it, and the very kind way in which 
 you have remembered me. I cannot say how useful it 
 has been to me on the journey out here. I am sure you 
 will let all see this, that I may thank them each one for 
 having given me such a nice and useful present. Above 
 all, it is so nice for me to think that to-day you will all 
 be uniting in prayer that God may be with me ; and I 
 am sure we should, as each year comes round, gladly and 
 readily give that year into our Lord's hands, for He 
 spares us day by day that we may glorify Him. And it 
 is on our walk (for our souls are always moving in some 
 
Homburg 
 
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 direction) that all depends. ... I know you would 
 like to share a verse in the ' Daily Light ' for to-day. 
 Joshua xxii. 5. This is the commandment, and surely 
 if we fulfil it, Leviticus xxvi. 3-12, is what we may claim 
 as our own (verse 3, ' If ye walk in My statutes.' . . . 
 Verse 12, ' I will walk among you and will be your God, 
 and ye shall be My people '). 
 
 I had a very pleasant journey out here, for all the 
 country was quite new to me. After coming by Cologne 
 and sleeping Friday night at Coblentz, I came up the 
 Rhine by steamer, the scenery being very fine, and some 
 old castles which we passed looked very quaint, and 
 ancient, also I was struck with the quantities of vines 
 growing all up the hillsides. Everything seems to be 
 very forward about here, the corn being in the ear, 
 and hay already carried in many places. 
 
 From his little Sister's Recollections. 
 
 Monday was his birthday, and I gave him a bunch of 
 flowers at breakfast. For our portion we read the ' going 
 away ' Psalm (Ps. cxxi.) In the afternoon we went to 
 Frankfort to see father off ; then in a tram to the Zoo, 
 and he and I stood in front with the driver. 
 
 Front Harry to a Boy at School with whom he made 
 friends at Scarborough. 
 
 Homburg, Germany, June 21, 1884. 
 You will be surprised to see me writing from this place, 
 and this will in one way account for my not answering 
 your letter before. 
 
 I left Cambridge a few days after I received yours, 
 and came here to join my mother, for as my father has 
 
136 Last Long Vacation jet. 21 
 
 now returned to England, I am wanted with her. I am 
 afraid I shall not be able to come to Scarborough this 
 year, as I quite expect to be abroad till the end of 
 August, but am very glad you will be there. Yes, we 
 can give all we have to Christ, that it may be used for 
 His glory. They will be very glad if you can help them 
 again. I hope the North Shore Service will continue 
 and prosper. The dear Lord has been teaching me so 
 much since I saw you last summer, showing me more 
 than I ever saw before of His power to save us to the 
 uttermost from present sin, as well as from hell. It is 
 simply wonderful love from beginning to end, is it not ? 
 I was so glad to hear from you, and shall think of you in 
 your school life, and then ' all things work together for 
 our good.' I shall pray that He may bless you there. 
 We just need to wait continually on Him, to show us 
 what He would have us do. I suppose your holidays 
 begin about the end of next month. How is your 
 brother now? Please remember me warmly to him. 
 We have had a lot of rain here lately. Yesterday I 
 walked to the town of Frankfort, about nine miles from 
 here, and came back by train. There are a lot of 
 English people here taking the waters. 
 
 The same friend writes after Harry's death : — 
 
 What a starry crown his will be ! I am sure there 
 would be some standing at the beautiful gate, looking out 
 for him. 
 
 I think you were down at Scarborough the year he 
 was? His addresses on the north shore were such a help 
 to me, for I had only just given my heart to Jesus a few 
 
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 weeks before, and he helped me on. I only heard from 
 him in July, and never thought then he would never write 
 again. He was a friend to me ; one who led me more 
 on to Jesus than any one ever did before. I do thank 
 God for the day I met him. 
 
 He always was so jolly. What a lesson for us to learn 
 — never to seem gloomy ; but how can we, when we have 
 found Him Who supplies all our wants ? Vou really 
 cannot tell how wonderfully He helps me from day to 
 day here. This is a barren ground, but by the help of 
 God I will work for Him here. 
 
 Extracts from Harry's letters. 
 Gastein, July 14, 1884. — A thunder-storm has just 
 passed over us ; these showers seem to add to the beauty of 
 the grand scenery. On Friday we drove down the valley ; 
 and when mother turned back, I skirted up the hillside, 
 along a little valley, then across and up a mountain, and 
 down the other side, which brought me back here. It 
 took me nearly four hours, as it was very steep and through 
 a wood. Above, I came upon a quantity of Alpine 
 rose, walking through them for nearly half an hour. Wild 
 flowers seem to abound here. On Saturday, after our 
 usual morning reading, I settled in my room to work, and 
 in the p.m. we went a little way up the hill side to find 
 a saddle-horse for mother, then on to Rudolph's Hohe, 
 where we both sat and sketched, with a lovely view before 
 us. Yesterday came an unexpected telegram from Aunt 
 Pris, to say she would be here on Thursday for a week. 
 It is delightful, as we have both hoped she would be 
 able to come. W T e fancy she must be leaving Bosnia 
 to-day, as it is a long journey here. We liked those 
 
138 Last Long Vacation jet. 21 
 
 notes of Mr. Jukes's Bible-readmg very much, what a 
 wonderful subject it is ! — the fact that sanctification is 
 not an attainment, but simply to be received, or rather 
 to receive Him into our hearts by faith. This has been 
 a great blessing to me lately — obtained, not attained. 
 Mother has ordered a horse by five this p.m., so we are 
 hoping it will clear in time. 
 
 Gastein, July 24. — On Sunday we looked out upon 
 heavy snow ! It was a surprise, indeed, and all the upper 
 parts of the mountains we could see were covered with 
 snow. On Monday the German Emperor passed us 
 (Aunt Pris and me). She made a very low curtsey, I 
 took off my hat rather casually (she told me afterwards). 
 We often see from the Platz his dear old bald head at a 
 window ; he looks so loving, we think. In the p.m. a 
 little excursion was planned to a plateau called Nassfeld. 
 After about half-an-hour's drive the horse was saddled for 
 mother, and we struck up into a fine narrow valley, and 
 ascended for about two hours, a herd of cows and calves, 
 going up for the summer pasturage, keeping us back rather. 
 
 It was a quaint cavalcade, the calves' tails furnished a 
 support for Aunt Pris in going up steep bits. We passed 
 two fine falls, and at Nassfeld there was a grand view 
 of a great snowy top, the ' Schareck.' At a shepherd's 
 hut where we rested — various things happened— a young 
 shepherd was sketched by mother, and he went into fits 
 of laughter over it, taking off her book to show his pals. 
 Then a lot of goats scented us out ; we unwisely tempted 
 them with salt, after which they simply besieged us. By 
 my aneroid we came up 2,000 feet from Gastein. 
 
 On Wednesday we walked up a most lovely valley 
 (Anlaufthal), mother on a horse — very fine rocky heights 
 
Gastein 
 
 139 
 
 with trees in all conceivable places, on each side — a 
 racing stream all the way, the water a clear green in the 
 sun, unless churned into froth. 
 
 Our horse is quite a joke, very fat, with a peculiar 
 dislike to sunshades, which fact entails a good deal of 
 manoeuvring. 
 
 
 Wildbad, Gastrin. 
 
 The beautiful waterfalls which thunder through 
 the very centre of this mountain resort, and the 
 hot springs used for the baths, are the charac- 
 teristics of this place. Harry's aunt, Miss John- 
 ston, after a week at Gastein, went on to Switzer- 
 land, where they met again later at the Riffel-Alp. 
 
 His mother wrote : — 
 
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 I felt sorry Harry had no companion for his long 
 walks, but he never seemed to mind going off alone. 
 Often I watched him some way down the valley, being 
 able to make out his figure (with the glass), by his white 
 flannels and straw hat ; he would stop to hand a leaflet 
 to almost every one he met, for he always went off with 
 pockets stored. He managed with his small stock of 
 German, filling up with bright looks his lack of words ; 
 but he longed to be able to speak fluently to the country 
 people and the waiters at the different hotels, and often 
 spoke of coming abroad again, really to live in some 
 German or French family for the sake of acquiring the 
 languages. He occupied many odd minutes at Gastein, 
 in marking German Testaments and Gospels with red 
 ink, painting a little cross at the side of the passages 
 to which he wished to draw attention. 
 
 We never missed our morning reading, and prayer 
 together after breakfast, and as we sometimes felt it 
 strange to be so far away and among utter strangers (not 
 speaking a word of English, except to each other, for 
 nearly three weeks of our time at Gastein), it was doubly 
 welcome to bring all the dear ones at home, and all the 
 interests of life, before our God together. The earnest- 
 ness and reality of his prayers abide with me ; it was 
 indeed as a child speaking freely and confidingly to his 
 Father, and asking with longing desire and expecting 
 faith. Then regularly and diligently he settled, in his 
 own room, to his ' Political Economy ' reading, for two 
 or three hours. 
 
 The next extracts are from letters written after a 
 happy meeting at Lucerne, Harry's father, youngest 
 
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 Lucerne 141 
 
 brother, and a younger sister having arrived from 
 England. 
 
 Pension Sc/iweizerhaus, Lucerne, August 3. — Here we 
 are, back again, looking out on the glorious mountains, 
 almost from the very same rooms we had seven years ago, 
 when Harry was just Rennie's age, the eldest of five dear 
 sons. 
 
 I want you all to know what a red-letter day I am 
 having ; of all happy meetings, I think this has been far 
 the best, and I cannot express how thankful I am. 
 Harry and I ended our delightful tete-a-tete of over five 
 weeks, by his rowing me for two hours on the peaceful 
 lake by moonlight, last night, before the train was due. 
 
 From recollections by his Sister Dora. 
 
 Harry said that I was like a very, very long letter 
 which had not been read, and that when they had time, 
 he would say, ' Now let us read a bit of Dora ; ' so we 
 sat and talked, and I tcld them a great deal about home. 
 
 We left Lucerne on Tuesday. Harry had been up 
 Pilatus that morning, and got in just as we were leaving, 
 looking rather hot and tired in his dear brown suit and 
 felt hat that he wore on all his expeditions. We went 
 on to Goschenen, where we slept on our way to the 
 Riffel, Harry following later. 
 
 The transit from Lucerne to Zermatt was made 
 via Andermatt and the Rhone glacier route. The 
 party arrived at the Riffel Alp (above Zermatt;, 
 to find an uncle and two aunts t K cre to welcome 
 them. 
 
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 Harry to Neil. 
 
 Saas-Fee, August 12. — Uncle Johnston, father and I 
 are now out on a little tour. On arriving at the RifTel 
 Alp on Saturday, uncle was already quite in the climb- 
 ing swing, and as he was anxious to take advantage of 
 the fine weather and a full moon, we started off at 2.30 
 yesterday morning to cross the Adler Pass, one out of 
 several snow-passes, which cross the Mischabel range, 
 dividing one valley from another. 
 
 After a rough hour's walk we got on to the glacier, 
 but only to cross, then coasted along up a moraine. 
 At 5 a.m. we had another breakfast— cold tea very re- 
 freshing, ditto dried prunes. At about 7.30 we were 
 roped together. The fields of snow were very fine. 
 About three-quarters of an hour from the top it got 
 steeper, and we had to use the steps, fortunately cut 
 before by some one. 
 
 Had lunch on the top ridge — some precious remains 
 of cold tea, augmented by melted snow. Later we went 
 down the other side, and by a very rocky ridge, which 
 seemed to get worse further on. 
 
 This morning we walked down the valley to this 
 place, about two-and-a-half hours' distance, along a rough 
 mule-path. After lunch we adjourned to the village 
 cobbler, to repair and re-nail our boots. 
 
 It has been delightful having father on my first ice 
 and snow excursion, and also uncle, who is always full of 
 information, and getting more at every turn ; he accosts 
 nearly all travellers. 
 
 Mr. Johnston wrote some time later : — 
 
alt. 2i Adler Pass 143 
 
 One portion of the descent from the Adler acquires 
 a touching interest from what has happened. The guides 
 had mistaken the way, and were obliged to take us down 
 a short piece of rock, so difficult that they took us one 
 by one, returning between the journeys. Harry went 
 first, and it was twenty minutes before they returned for 
 me. Probably the experience gained, and succeeding in 
 the passage, had given them confidence, for, although 
 Harry was far more active and strong than I, yet I 
 found him when I reached him at the bottom much 
 more impressed with the difficulty than I had been, and 
 anxious about his father's passage. He told me that he 
 had been praying that his father might be brought safely 
 down. 
 
 Later on, the arrival of a large and delightful 
 party of cousins and friends added greatly to 
 the enjoyment of those glorious days among the 
 mountains. 
 
 Harry was one day asked to take the daily 
 Bible-reading alone, with some of the young people, 
 two of whom were Harrow boys. One of the 
 cousins writes of it : — 
 
 The elder people stayed away, and we young ones read 
 alone. Harry at once suggested we should read the 
 Scripture Union portion. It was Mark viii. 1-14 ; the 
 story of the loaves and fishes. He told us to look at 
 three words in the first verse, 'Nothing to eat,' and 
 applied it spiritually ; he said we must feel ourselves 
 to be empty, to have nothing, no goodness of our own, 
 
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 before Jesus will give us the Living Bread to eat, and 
 to satisfy our souls. 
 
 Then the fourth verse : ' From whence can a man 
 satisfy these men,' etc., telling us how Jesus alone can 
 satisfy. And he asked us, smiling, if we would not 
 talk as well. 
 
 He gave me the impression of really loving his 
 Saviour so much, and as if he lived in the felt Presence 
 of Jesus, which made him bright and loving to all around 
 him, and always wanting to lead others to Him. 
 
 And another adds : — 
 
 I always remember the Bible-reading we had, when 
 he compared those who searched for good words out 
 of the Bible to gold-diggers who search for every little 
 grain of gold. 
 
 From Harry to Neil. 
 
 I have now to tell of two expeditions. First, the 
 Breithorn, which father and I went up last Wednesday 
 morning. We left here with our guide on Tuesday ; 
 our route lay over the Corner and Theodule glaciers. 
 On arriving at the hut on the top of the Theodule Pass 
 (one of the many snow-passes about here) we found 
 three ladies and about eight gentlemen, so were prepared 
 for a night of it. They pretty well filled up the only 
 common room there was, very like a ship's cabin. Two 
 Cambridge men were among them. They were all drying 
 stockings, etc., round a stove, and as there was only a 
 small table we fed in turns, as we had come. 
 
 Then began preparations for the night. There were 
 six beds to be had (eighteen people altogether), and it 
 
Moutc Rosa 145 
 
 ended in seven of us sleeping in this little room, the 
 salle. The place was kept by Italians, who came in with 
 three mattresses, quilts, etc. We were arranged in a row, 
 I at one end, half under a table. It had been snowing 
 nearly all the evening. At 1 a.m. there was a rousing, 
 and most of us got up to look at the prospect of the sky, 
 we turned in again till four, when all got up and break- 
 fasts began. We started just before five, ten minutes 
 after the first party. It was very cold at first, freezing 
 hard, but a lovely morning ; the colours were exquisite. 
 Had a magnificent view from the top. Italy was very 
 clear. We also saw Mont Blanc, etc. 
 
 Now about Monte Rosa. 
 
 We started 2.15 a.m. — father, uncle and I, and Mr. 
 Carlisle with us, a Haileybury master. 
 
 We w r ent on steadily till 5.30, when we stopped on 
 some rocks for a breakfast. We got on to snow soon 
 afterwards ; then roped, after that it was all up-hill, more 
 or less ; the snow in good condition. Another halt to 
 feed at 8.30, and we got up to the 'saddle' an hour 
 afterwards, then up the arete. (We had been enjoying 
 the views ; some wonderful tints on the peaks in the 
 early morning.) The arete is the ridge on any moun- 
 tain, with precipices more or less steep on each side, 
 generally near the top. We had to go carefully here, and 
 near the top left our ice-axes, and had a scramble over 
 big rocks. All the well-known mountains in Switzerland 
 were to be seen from the top : Jungfrau, Mont Blanc, 
 Eggischorn, and Monte Viso in Italy ; also the district 
 of the Engadine. 
 
 To impress the memory of happy weeks during 
 
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 this summer on the minds of Harry's youngest 
 brother and sisters, they were encouraged, for their 
 own sakes, to write down all that they remembered, 
 immediately after his death. As these very simple 
 and unassisted recollections give touches of Harry's 
 character, extracts are given here and there. His 
 youngest brother writes : — 
 
 Sunday (August 31) was lovely. In the afternoon we 
 sat on the hill behind the hotel, reading old letters ; 
 mostly from Harry about Auntie and Grace going to see 
 him at Malta ; and part of the time father told us about 
 dear Campbell's illness, and Harry was very much 
 interested, asking questions, etc. 
 
 We left the Riffel Alp on Monday, September 1, and 
 slept at Stalden. Just before St. Nicolas, I had a chase 
 after a ' Camberwell Beauty,' and Harry told us that he 
 had had a chase after another. It was the last time I 
 slept in the same room with him, as we had always 
 shared one room ; he generally had prayer with me 
 morning and evening. 
 
 The next letters from Harry were written after 
 the party broke up, and his father and Rennie had 
 returned to England ; leaving him with his mother 
 and his sister Dora, at Glion, above the Lake of 
 
 Geneva. 
 
 To Neil. 
 
 Glion, September 10.— I started at 6.30 a.m., as I had 
 fixed to get a walk. I first got up to the Col de Jaman, 
 there I was refreshed by milk from a cheese-making 
 
Glion 147 
 
 chalet, and watched operations for a time. They also 
 gave me curds. Then I had a short climb up the Dent 
 de Jaman, a peak on the ridge, and then along and up to 
 the top of Les Rochers de Naye. I enjoyed the walk 
 very much. We are a cosy party now ; Dora trying to 
 light a wood fire on the hearth. It will be nice getting 
 
 home to you all, although sad to leave mother \ 
 
 lovely verse I must tell you of, Prov. vi. 22. (' Where thou 
 goest, it shall lead thee ; when thou sleepest, it shall 
 keep thee ; and when thou awakest, it shall talk with 
 thee ') ; it has often occurred to me lately, and we may 
 prove it daily. If father has any hints to give me about 
 my journey home, would he write at once ? 
 
 To his Father. 
 
 Glion, September 15. — . . . Yesterday we considered 
 a good deal about my going home, and the desirability 
 of Neil's coming out here. I did not at all like leaving 
 mother to-day. She has felt lately how much she needs 
 one of us, as you will understand, for I have been with 
 her so long, and able to help. It seemed reasonable 
 he should come out and take my place, so we fixed 
 this after just committing the whole thing into God's 
 Hands, and now we are sure, that if it is His will, it 
 will come about. 
 
 I shall, of course, wait till they arrive, stay over 
 next Sunday, I dare say, then start home on Monday or 
 Tuesday. 
 
 From his Mother to his Fat fur. 
 
 Glion, September 15. — . . . As it came to the point 
 I dreaded extremely Harry leaving me ; and of course 
 I love more than ever to have him with me. . . . 
 
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 He has most truly the spirit of Christ, and is so wise 
 and moderate. I am sure he has the secret of true 
 peace himself — a close union with the Master. We can 
 never be thankful enough for the grace in him. 
 
 I cannot say what a reprieve it has been — his not 
 going to-day. 
 
 From Dora's recollections. 
 
 Harry and I had rooms at the ' Dependance,' a little 
 way from the hotel, and every night he used to take me 
 off to bed, and light my candle for me, to save mother 
 coming, and then go back to her. Almost every day we 
 used to buy fruit, and he bargained splendidly with 
 the old fruit woman. 
 
 Every morning there was a little service at 8.30, at 
 which we used to have the Lessons, and Harry read 
 them for the Chaplain. 
 
 The following extract alludes to this : — 
 
 Hotel Rigid ^ Vaudois, Glion, September 25. . . — My 
 husband was so struck with your boy. He felt when he 
 heard him read the Lesson one morning at our little 
 service (I think it was the first of 2 Cor.), that he not 
 only understood, but loved the blessed words. 
 
 September 1 5 had been the day fixed for Harry's 
 start homewards, but it was put off for a week, to 
 give time for his brother Neil going out to take his 
 place, till his father could return from England. 
 Neil was also to escort his youngest sister and 
 
/et. 21 Glion 
 
 149 
 
 Miss Tucker, to join the littie party abroad for 
 the autumn. After chilly rain and wood fires for 
 some days, the weather cleared gloriously, and it 
 was decided to make the short move from Glion 
 to the neighbouring sunny mountain slopes of 
 Villars-sur-Ollon, above the valley of the Rhone, 
 to enjoy the higher air as long as possible, and 
 there to wait the expected arrival from England. 
 
 During the fortnight at Glion and the last days 
 at Villars, he occupied all his spare minutes with 
 correspondence as to next term's arrangements 
 for the Cambridge Church Missionary Union. 
 
 The evening before leaving Glion is marked 
 by one among many of memory's bright pictures. 
 After the golden sunset light had faded from the 
 lake and mountains, and the lamps were lighted, 
 the children of the French families staying in the 
 hotel were playing as usual in merry groups about 
 the hall. Harry enjoyed their happiness for some 
 time, and then fetched down two bound volumes 
 of the charming illustrated papers, ' Le Rayon du 
 Soleil ' and ' Les Enfants ' which had been in readi- 
 ness for special pets. The expression of his face 
 as he watched the surprise of the little ones was a 
 mixture of delight in their pleasure, and of some- 
 thing far deeper — of loving interest in the pre- 
 cious lambs so dear to the Good Shepherd. 
 
VIII. 
 
 THE LAST WEEK. 
 1884. 
 
 Morn, noon, and night, 
 Thro' days o'ercast and bright, 
 
 My purpose still is one ; 
 I have one end in view, 
 Daily one thing I do 
 
 Until my object's won. 
 
 The day declineth fast, 
 At noon its hours are past, 
 
 Its lustre waneth now ; 
 That other heavenly day, 
 With its enduring ray, 
 
 Shall soon light tip my brow. 
 
 Oh, may I follow still, 
 Faith's pilgrimage fulfil, 
 
 With steps both sure and fleet. 
 The longed for goal I see, 
 Jesus waits there for me, 
 
 Haste ! haste, my pilgrim feet. 
 
VIII. 
 
 THE LAST WEEK, 1 884. 
 
 THE last days are associated with all that is 
 brightest of earth's loveliness. Days of unclouded 
 beauty succeeded each other, during that week 
 which was to end for Harry, in the City which hath 
 no need of the sun. 
 
 On Tuesday, September 16, the Lake of 
 Geneva was left, shining and still, bordered by 
 brilliant autumn flowers, with the rich vineyards 
 sweeping down the mountain sides. 
 
 Harry had a last plunge and swim in the lake, 
 and helped to choose some little presents to take 
 home with him, and also one to leave ready for his 
 youngest sister's birthday on the 24th. The late 
 afternoon was radiant for the drive up to Villars 
 from Aigle, the road at first winding up through 
 avenues of heavily laden walnut, and Spanish 
 chestnut, trees. There was every promise of a 
 speedy and rich fruit harvest, and the villagers 
 were busy gathering in their second hay crops, 
 from the sunny fields, which were in many places 
 enamelled with the delicate pale violet of the 
 
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 The Last Week 
 
 autumn crocuses. Beyond and above, the deep 
 blue and purple of the rugged mountain ranges 
 never looked more beautiful, and the crowning 
 snow-peaks never more heavenly in their glistening 
 whiteness, than on that evening. Harry was a 
 little in advance on foot, intensely enjoying the 
 whole scene. 
 
 The glow and glory of the sunset was over, and 
 the day fading fast, before Villars was reached — a 
 
 The Dent du Midifrotn Villars-sur-Ollon. 
 
 most lovely spot, like a vast undulating park, with 
 groups of fir-trees scattered about. 
 
 Harry wrote home the following day : — 
 
 Villars-sur-Ollon, September 17. 
 
 . . . Here we are in another fresh place. It is a 
 
 glorious morning ; the lights and shadows on the hills 
 
 beautiful. The Dent du Midi is right in front of us, and 
 
 a glistening snow-mountain beyond. We had a short 
 
Villars 155 
 
 journey here yesterday, about half-an-hour only, in the 
 train to Aigle. Then we secured a one-horsed chaise 
 for mother, Dora, and the luggage, for the three hours' 
 drive up here. A very good position, over 4,000 feet, 
 looking down into the Rhone valley. We got up here 
 about 7.30, quite dark. We heard there were only seven 
 people here besides ourselves, the rain and cold driving 
 many away last week. . . . 
 
 I hope to walk down to Aigle on Friday to meet the 
 party. I am very glad we made the move here, and am 
 more and more clear it is right, Neil coming to be with 
 mother. 
 
 And on the same day he wrote to a brother at 
 school : — 
 
 ... In the salon last evening a gentleman played 
 very beautifully on the piano, and he did a wonderful 
 thing. He asked for a narrow table cloth, which was 
 held by two others over the keys, and then he played 
 away all the same. It was very curious to see it done. 
 It has been a lovely day here, quite hot, and a wonderful 
 sunset this evening, such a tint on Mont Blanc, which 
 we can see a little way from the hotel. 
 
 We hope you will get this letter for Sunday. Uo let 
 us think of each other especially then, and expect great 
 blessing wherever we are. If we are really willing to 
 obey the great Captain, He will give us for our use and 
 His glory whatever we ask for. I don't think we half 
 remember this enough. 
 
 His mother wrote of these days : — 
 
 Later the same evening Lady Montagu-Pollock, with 
 
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 her son, Sir Frederick, and the rest of her party arrived, 
 to our great surprise. Harry was very glad to meet his 
 school and college friend, in this way, and on the next 
 afternoon we all took a walk together, enjoying our first 
 sight of Mont Blanc in the distance, and the general 
 loveliness around us. While several sat down to sketch, 
 Harry and Monty took a further exploring walk to- 
 gether. Thursday morning the 18th, we all started at 
 6.15 for the Chamossaire, a mountain expedition about 
 three hours' walk. Four of the party rode, I walked for 
 about half-an-hour with Harry's arm, gathering wild rasp- 
 berries, with the morning dew upon them, as we went. 
 The top was reached at about 9.15, and there we stayed 
 resting and enjoying the glorious view for about three 
 hours. Just before coming down, the two young men 
 scrambled down a rocky steep, with one of the men, in 
 the hope of finding edelweiss, and were climbing for 
 about three-quarters of an hour. Harry, full of strength 
 and spirits — when he had brought me down to an easy 
 part— ran up to another point for the mere pleasure 
 of it. I see him now, and hear the familiar whistle as 
 he came down through the golden bracken, and when 
 further on, he was pursued by a long string of goats, eager 
 for the salt with which he had supplied himself. We 
 enjoyed the resting afternoon after our return, almost 
 as much as the expedition. He sat reading in my 
 room with Dora by him, another precious picture for 
 me to dwell upon. In the evening, we had our last 
 little reading and prayer, he and I alone together. 
 
 The following letter, from Lady Montagu- 
 Pollock to Miss Mac Innes, was written from 
 
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 Letters 1 5 7 
 
 England less than a week after that excur- 
 
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 sion : — 
 
 Thurlow, September 24. 
 My dearest Anna, — I feel as if I must write to you. 
 It is late in the day, and we have only just observed in 
 the 'Times' the awful sorrow that has come to you. 
 You will have heard probably of the happy days we have 
 all had at Villars ; we went there on Tuesday — left on 
 Saturday. It was such a pleasure, all unexpectedly, to 
 see your dear people, and now, to think how suddenly 
 such a strong young life has been cut off. His mother 
 evidently leant on him so much. We went a mountain 
 excursion together, and then she remarked that dear 
 Harry was so cautious, she was never afraid. God only 
 can comfort them, but I quite believe there is the best 
 and only comfort — that he was a true child of God. It 
 touched my heart very much to see his extreme thought- 
 fulness for his mother, so gentle and unselfish. But I 
 must not write on, though my heart is very full. We 
 returned thanks as a family for safe return only this 
 morning. How little I thought of their sorrow ! 
 Ever your loving Friend, 
 
 Laura C. Montagu-Pollock. 
 
 I wonder if you go out or stay. Miles will no doubt 
 have gone. Send me one line, if you can. 
 
 Later on, Sir Frederick wrote from Cam- 
 bridge : — 
 
 October 1884.— We were only three days at Villars, 
 and on the second day we all went up the ' Chamossaire,' 
 but as we were a large party, and a good deal separated, 
 I did not have much conversation with Harry. On the 
 
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 last day that we were there, he was away, having gone 
 to meet the party coming from England. 
 
 The only time that I had a walk with him alone 
 was on the day after our arrival. In the afternoon we 
 all started for a certain point, from which there is a 
 fine view of Mont Blanc ; the others stopped there to 
 sketch, while he and I walked on together. He told me 
 about his mountain-climbing expeditions, the ascent of 
 Monte Rosa and other excursions ; and we talked chiefly 
 about our experiences in Switzerland. 
 
 The path followed the valley, and a small stream ; 
 we went some way, but at the last had to turn back by 
 the same path. On the way back he spoke about the 
 choice of a profession. He said he had not made up his 
 mind on this point, but he felt sure that he should be 
 shown what was the right thing for him to do ; it was a 
 step not to be taken in a hurry, without help from above. 
 Afterwards he went on to talk about matters of religion, 
 —about the disputed questions at the present day, and 
 the various forms of unbelief. The great thing, he said, 
 in any difficulty, was to put one's whole trust in God. 
 He also happened to remark— a thing which struck me 
 very forcibly afterwards, though not so much at the 
 t j me — that the death of a Christian was always happy. 
 As he spoke, the path, winding up from the valley, 
 suddenly opened out— when we came upon a scene that 
 I am not likely to forget. One of the most glorious 
 sunsets possible to imagine. 
 
 We were taken entirely by surprise, having had all view 
 in that direction, up to this point, completely shut out. 
 The valley of the Rhone lay before us. Mont Blanc 
 and the Dent du Midi were slightly tinged ; but the 
 
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 most remarkable part was the gorgeous colouring behind 
 the hills to the right (which stood out almost black 
 against it), so brilliant as to flood everything around us 
 with its red light. We stood looking at it for a long 
 time, both enjoying it immensely, for it seemed to grow 
 more perfect every minute, but at last had to turn 
 reluctantly away and follow the path back through the 
 wood to the hotel. . . . 
 
 The next day was thus described by his 
 mother : — 
 
 On Friday morning, September 19th, he started for 
 Lausanne, to meet the party from England on their way 
 out to us. He went off, delighting in the early walk 
 down into the valley, and in the prospect of meeting 
 and bringing them back. He and Neil walked up from 
 Aigle in the evening, intensely enjoying each others 
 company once more ; often stopping to scramble up 
 trees for brilliant sprays of autumn leaves for me, to 
 give Eva a run as a change from the slower progress 
 of the carriage, or to speak to the peasants by the way- 
 side. Neil was much amused at one conversation 
 Harry kept up with an old man and his wife, who 
 were resting from their hay-making. In the joy of his 
 heart he made them understand that, after two days and 
 a night's travelling, here was his brother from England, 
 and how glad they were to be together. Much pleased, 
 the old couple warmly responded ; Harry added a 
 bright word (pointing upwards as he spoke) about the 
 best Friend and the Home above, and the brothers said 
 good-night. He lingered behind at last to arrive with 
 Eva, and let Neil come on to me ; and, as she said, ' he 
 
160 The Last Week 
 
 had to walk very fast when we were near Villars, because 
 the horse was trotting, and he said he could not miss the 
 meeting with mother.' The joy of the two boys in being 
 together again added greatly to my happiness in the meet- 
 ing, and we were indeed a thankful party that evening. 
 
 Lady Montagu-Pollock and her party left Villars 
 next morning, Saturday, 20th. Dora wrote : — 
 
 At Bible-reading, Harry suggested that we should see 
 how many times ' the Lord of Hosts ' came in the Bible, 
 and the different ways in which it is used. So we settled 
 we should each take a part of the Bible and write down, 
 the next day (Sunday), all we could find. In the after- 
 noon, we set off for Gryon — mother on a horse, the rest 
 of us walking. We came to a bridge, and Harry and I 
 pretended to be defending it with fir cones against Neil 
 and Eva. 
 
 The object of the walk to Gryon was to engage 
 a guide for Monday, for a mountain expedition. 
 All enjoyed the exquisite evening — the scene was 
 a lively one, in the picturesque village, with the 
 many cows, and their large, full-toned bells. On 
 the way back Harry, as usual, was in his element 
 while surrounded by bright groups of children, to 
 whom he gave picture papers. 
 
 Coming back he and Neil turned off to take a 
 longer walk home. Soon after they came in, the 
 discovery was made that Harry's pocket-book was 
 missing, containing several bank notes. It had 
 
mt. 2.1 Loss of Pocket-book 161 
 
 fallen out of his inner coat pocket ; but, as Dora 
 said, ' Mother told us that Harry had lost his 
 pocket-book, but in a few minutes he came down 
 so sweet, and looking so nice, just as if nothing 
 had happened.' 
 
 His quietness and self-possession after he dis- 
 covered this loss were but added proofs of his 
 simple dependence on his God. That it was a real 
 trial to him there could be no doubt, for it involved 
 the loss of all necessary memoranda, and the 
 money with which to make all payments. He 
 had also taken the greatest interest in keeping 
 very accurate accounts, and had looked forward to 
 going over them all with his father on his return 
 home ; now every clue was gone, for the pocket- 
 book contained everything. By his perfectly un- 
 ruffled manner all the evening it was evident that 
 in simple, confident trust he had committed the 
 matter to his best Friend. 
 
 He made great fun for his sisters in the long 
 corridor leading to the salon, as the hotel seemed 
 rather silent and deserted with so few people 
 about, and Eva wrote, ' he got under the table 
 and made himself an elephant, crawled about 
 the floor, with the table and table-cloth on his 
 back, after me.' That the matter was not for- 
 gotten for a moment was, however, proved by his 
 
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162 The Last Week ^et. 21 
 
 arranging a plan to start with Neil as soon as pos- 
 sible in the morning, so as to be over the ground 
 before any one should be astir. By mistake they were 
 called at three o'clock instead of four A.M., as fixed, 
 so had to wait till there was sufficient day-light for 
 their search. As soon as possible they reached the 
 point which led to the path through the fir-woods 
 which they had followed the evening before. 
 Harry said, ' We will now ask again that we may 
 find it.' Three minutes after, as they walked on, 
 there lay the pocket-book in the middle of the 
 well-beaten path, with the dew still upon it. 
 They returned light-hearted through the flowery 
 meadows, taking an improvised bath in one of 
 the rushing streams, before even the peasants were 
 awake. 
 
 After breakfast he wrote the following to his 
 youngest brother, which proved to be his last 
 letter :— 
 
 Sunday, September 21, 1884. 
 Dear Rennie, — You will be wanting to know about 
 the arrival here, after having all the interest of travelling 
 up to Hampstead with the same little party. Well, I 
 walked down to Aigle, our nearest railway station, and 
 arrived at Lausanne only three minutes before they did, 
 and there they were looking very fresh. We went into a 
 bustling * buffet ' and ordered ' cafe complet.' As a sur- 
 prise for mother I sent her off a telegram (for fourpence 
 halfpenny) saying, ' All fresh and feeding.' 
 
^ET. 21 
 
 Last Letter 
 
 163 
 
 On the way back to Aigle by rail, I showed them 
 Glion, — and the rope railway, — the place where we bathed, 
 &c. Eva walked a bit up the hill on our way here and 
 played horses with me. About half an hour from here 
 Neil walked on quickly and met mother first. We are 
 now the only people in this large hotel, for the season 
 is very nearly over now. 
 
 View from Villars in the directio?i of Mt. Blanc. 
 
 Yesterday afternoon we had a walk to a village one 
 hour off— Gryon by name. Mother had a horse, and 
 Eva got up with her now and then. Coming back, 
 Neil and I took a round, striking up the hillside. I 
 took my coat off, and we scrambled away. Fancy ! on 
 getting here I found my letter-case gone, with bank 
 notes inside. It had fallen out ! We felt how difficult 
 it would be to retrace our path, but started at five this 
 morning, and found it almost directly. We were very 
 thankful. 
 
 In haste, your loving Brother, 
 
 Harry, 
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j 64 The Last Week mt. 21 
 
 The English church was closed for the season, 
 so the party met alone for a delightful little ser- 
 vice, reading the Psalms and Lessons, and just 
 before luncheon for hymn singing in the salon, 
 Harry sitting down to play one of his favourites, 
 ' What a Friend we have in Jesus ! ' but soon 
 telling Dora to take his place, ' as he had practised 
 so little lately.' Later the singing was resumed, 
 after the children had, with some trouble, pulled 
 Harry out of a tiny cupboard-room off the corridor, 
 where he had found another piano, and was trying 
 his tunes again. 
 
 The following was one of the hymns :— 
 
 I am thine, O Lord j I have heard Thy voice, 
 
 And it told Thy love to me ; 
 But I long to rise in the arms of faith, 
 
 And be closer drawn to Thee. 
 
 Draw me nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, 
 To the cross where Thou hast died ; 
 
 Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blessed Lord, 
 To Thy precious, bleeding side. 
 
 Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord, 
 
 By the power of grace divine ; 
 Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, 
 
 And my will be lost in Thine. 
 
 Oh, the pure delight of a single hour 
 
 That before Thy throne I spend, 
 When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God 
 
 I commune as friend with friend 
 
September 22 165 
 
 There are depths of love that I cannot know 
 
 Till I cross the narrow sea ; 
 There are heights of joy which I may not reach 
 
 Till I rest in peace with Thee. 
 
 Some little time afterwards he was found in 
 the garden, having a talk with the waiter. Often 
 during the following sorrowful days the man spoke 
 of that talk, and how Harry * had told him about 
 God's salvation for nearly an hour.' 
 
 After this he and his brother took a long, 
 happy walk over the near alps, going into a chalet 
 to get some milk. He advised Neil to take the 
 rest of the party there for Eva's birthday on the 
 Wednesday following, saying what a good expe- 
 dition it would make. In the evening the guide 
 arrived from Gryon, and all was arranged with him 
 for the next day's expedition, to which Harry had 
 been greatly looking forward, specially for Neil to 
 have one really good walk and cross a glacier, 
 before he had himself to leave for England on 
 Tuesday. But early next morning (September 22) 
 it was raining so heavily that the porter was stopped 
 on his way to wake them at 3.15, as any glacier 
 expedition with the guide was hopeless. 
 
 They therefore had a long, good night, and 
 Harry had his accustomed quiet happy time in his 
 room before breakfast, and as usual he was heard 
 
1 66 The Last Week jet. 21 
 
 singing while dressing. They had a merry break- 
 fast, and he was full of interest about a walk he 
 planned for Neil and himself alone. 
 
 Then the last happy Bible-reading together. 
 The portion for the day was Zechariah ix., and he 
 chose sentences from verses 9, 12, and 15. 'Thy 
 king cometh unto thee ! ' ' Turn you to the strong- 
 hold, ye prisoners of hope ; ' and then again, ' The 
 LORD of Hosts shall defend them.' 
 
 Much fun and noise followed over the packing 
 of luncheon, and other little preparations for their 
 start. 
 
 One more romp with Eva, chasing her up 
 and down, to her great delight. She wrote of 
 this herself: — 
 
 ' . . . He put the sponge-bag on me for a hat, 
 and then the brush-bag, and a butterfly-net, and 
 then he threw some water at me, and then he put 
 his hat on me. Then he and Neil went for their 
 walk.' 
 
 He ran back for more illustrated French text- 
 cards, saying he ' must have plenty, they were so 
 charming ; ' also for the map of the neighbourhood, 
 out of Baedeker's Guide Book, for he had a definite 
 plan in his mind by which to take Neil the best 
 possible walk in the time before them. More than 
 once they had agreed to be back early, as it was 
 
September 22 167 
 
 ' the last evening together.' He wanted to skirt 
 one of the lower spurs of the Diablerets range, 
 and to return by the nearer side of the valley. 
 First taking the Chamossaire path, they struck 
 down into the valley leading to the Col de la 
 Croix, and up again through fir-woods on to 
 the green alps above. 
 
 After the heavy rain of the night before, every 
 now and then white mists swept over the mountain- 
 sides, till dispersed by bursts of sunshine, which 
 unveiled the lovely views, down into the valleys 
 far below. Harry described the mountain expedi- 
 tions during his time abroad ; and as the brothers 
 walked on together, immensely enjoying another 
 good talk, they spoke much of the coming term at 
 Cambridge, and of the objects nearest their hearts. 
 They recurred to home interests, among others the 
 young men's class ; talked of cricket matches in 
 the past, and hoped for in the future. Harry then 
 spoke of his great desire to have open-air meetings 
 in the park at home some day, remarking, as they 
 talked over the subject, ' it would help to bring the 
 young men on.' 
 
 They were now high above the chalet village 
 of Taveyana, and had passed the tree line. The 
 following are notes from Neil's notebook, written 
 two days later : — 
 
1 68 The Last Week jet. 21 
 
 Saw a fine fox just before luncheon. Harry chose a 
 place behind a small rock, and made me sit where he 
 said I could get under shelter from the wind. I spread 
 out our luncheon on some stones, and told him to ask a 
 blessing ; he did so with feeling. 'This ts jolly! 'he said, 
 and as the sun came out I looked at him, remarking, 
 ' how well you look,' and thought how jolly all at home 
 would think him looking. He said he 'felt very fit,' 
 and again, ' I wish we could find some little fox-cubs.' 
 I said 'Yes, wouldn't it be jolly? I think I should bag 
 one.' He answered ' Yes, you could send it home by me 
 to-morrow.' 
 
 Then he jumped up and walked round to where he 
 could see the valley (we were sitting with our backs to it), 
 He said he had been thinking a good deal lately of that 
 verse, ' The works of the Lord are great ; ' I finished it, 
 ' sought out of all them that have pleasure therein.' 
 After putting a French picture-text into our empty coffee- 
 bottle, and writing our names on it, he sat down and 
 read Psalm xxiv. I remember distinctly his reading that 
 verse, ' He that hath clean hands and a pure heart.' 
 
 While enjoying the view, Neil told Harry to 
 sing, saying, ' There is no one to hear us up here.' 
 Harry began 'We are volunteers in the army of 
 the Lord.' He could not remember the tune per- 
 fectly, but Neil told him to ' try again, and sing it 
 louder.' 
 
 Laughing and full of spirits, Harry strapped 
 on his bag (the remainder of bread which it con- 
 tained, his father found, three days later, soft with 
 
at. 2i September 22 169 
 
 the rain, marking unmistakably the spot where he 
 lay in the bed of the stream). They started again 
 about two o'clock, after another look at the map, 
 in the direction of the ' Rochers du Dent.' Neil's 
 notes continued : — 
 
 I said, 'I like to have a motto for each day, and 
 mine for to-day is, " I will be glad in the Lord ; " you 
 know it is in the " Daily Light." ' Harry answered, ' It 
 is very nice to get hold of something like that for each 
 d a y — yes ' (and I shall never forget the way in which he 
 repeated it), ' " I will be glad in the Lord,'" laying such 
 emphasis on the word ' will,' as if to say, it is in our power 
 to take, what we may claim as our right. 
 
 About an hour later, they reached a ridge 
 which they had hoped would lead them round the 
 head of the valley, but Harry decided that it looked 
 doubtful, so they retraced their steps some little way 
 and walked on, till about four o'clock they came 
 to a place where the rocks rose precipitously from 
 the steep mountain-side. They had seen for some 
 time in the distance a cleft or passage up these rocks, 
 where an ascent seemed practicable, and on reaching 
 the foot of the cleft Harry said, ' I see the way up.' 
 Twice, as they stood together during that short 
 climb, he said, 'Who shall go first ? ' and Neil went 
 on ahead, preferring not to be last, as he knew his 
 brother was the more experienced climber. Harry 
 several times called cheerily from just below, and 
 
170 September 22 ^et. 21 
 
 ' Is there grass up there ? ' were the last words Neil 
 heard. 
 
 The rest is told by an extract from their father's 
 letter, written on arriving at Villars forty-eight 
 hours later. 
 
 Each step they hoped would be easier, but it grew 
 worse. Neil dared not look down or back ; Harry 
 called, ' Don't go where you can't get back ! ' Neil 
 reached the top, and threw himself down ; heard as if 
 two great stones had fallen. Harry never appeared ; 
 Neil shouted, but no answer came. He got down some- 
 how (scrambling down another way in about three- 
 quarters of an hour) to where he believed he should see 
 him. He prayed for help, and strength was given for 
 the tremendous effort. There lay our most precious 
 one, in the bed of a little torrent on the steep mountain- 
 slope. Neil felt his heart, his pulse, but death must 
 have been instantaneous. He laid him straight, folded 
 the hands, and sat watching the calm face. A chamois- 
 hunter had been watching the two (from the other side 
 of the valley). He saw the fall with his glass. He and 
 two wood-cutters soon came. ' Mon frere,— avec Dieu ! ' 
 soon told them all, though they needed no telling. 
 
 The speedy arrival of these men was one of the 
 many proofs of the tender compassion of our Father, 
 Who, never nearer than in our times of sorest 
 need and trouble, thus reminds His children that 
 He is watching over them. At first Neil tried to 
 persuade them to bring his brother down at once ; 
 
September 22 171 
 
 but when he understood from them that he might 
 not be removed till the authorities gave permis- 
 sion, at 5.30 he left the two wood-cutters to watch, 
 and returned to Villars with the chamois-hunter, 
 not arriving till after seven— quite dark. 
 
 All through that evening and night, the words 
 came as if by a voice:— 'And He laid His right 
 hand upon me, saying, Fear not ; I am the first and 
 the last, and the Living One ; and I was dead and 
 behold I am alive for evermore ; and / have the 
 keys of death.' 
 
 The grievous telegram reached Harry's home 
 at 1 1 P.M., but not without the comfortings of God, 
 expressed in the words, ' we are in perfect peace.' 
 
 And thus it has ever been. The Saviour 
 through all time has borne His children's sorrows 
 with them — has so lighted up the darkness as with 
 a flood of glory from the opened gates, that from 
 their hearts they have answered, ' It is well ' — not 
 only through the first days and weeks, but as life 
 goes on, with its increasing sense of loss. 
 
 Harry's father and brother John were on 
 their way to Switzerland before an hour had 
 passed. Meanwhile, sleep came with its merciful 
 soothing to his little sisters at Villars. The prac- 
 tical thoughtfulness of Mons. Petter-Genillard, the 
 hotel proprietor, will be ever gratefully remem- 
 
172 September 23 
 
 bered ; and Mr. Inchbold, the artist (the only 
 other guest at the time), rendered the kindest help. 
 Coverings were sent back to the mountain-side 
 by the chamois-hunter and one of Mons. Petter's 
 trusted men, and there they, with the other two 
 men who had been left, watched through the re- 
 mainder of the night by the light of a fire, under 
 the shelter of the rocks. Heavy rain had already 
 set in, and as morning dawned on Tuesday (Sep- 
 tember 23) a dense mist surrounded Villars. 
 Through this mist the Prefet of Bex and the 
 doctor arrived from the valley, and started at 
 10 A.M. to make their way to the foot of the moun- 
 tain steep, under the guidance of Mons. Petter. 
 He arranged a litter of strong fir boughs, which 
 he sent up by several men, and there they awaited 
 the descent. 
 
 The following extract tells of the return to 
 Villars :— 
 
 About four o'clock, from an upper window (in the 
 Dependance close by) we watched for the return, first 
 hearing the horse bells through the thick mist for some 
 minutes, but seeing nothing till the low mountain cart 
 drawn by a pony, and preceded by M. Petter and 
 the officials, drew up below. All heads uncovered, and 
 the men bore him gently into the room prepared. Neil's 
 first words after looking upon his face again, ' It is not 
 only peace, but joy ! ' are true indeed ; and as we sit or 
 
Return Home — September 29 173 
 
 kneel by the little iron bed on which he lies in the 
 familiar brown suit, with his head turned as if in sleep, 
 we are filled with praise for his translation into perfect 
 joy. The room, bright now the mist has cleared, and 
 with the windows open to the crocus-covered fields, is 
 sweet with flowers ; some, the kind people here had made 
 into a large cross and wreath with fragrant evergreens, 
 which are upon the bed. 
 
 Harry's father wrote on the Friday to his 
 eldest daughter : — 
 
 Villars, September 26. — We rejoice that you too are 
 filled with peace about that which is in itself such 
 anguish ; but our precious Harry was far beyond us all, 
 and has indeed left us a most blessed example. Mother 
 is continually dwelling on his perfect trust, never more 
 real than all through this time abroad. She, and I, and 
 John, made our sacred pilgrimage yesterday, and reached 
 the spot where he had been all through that Monday 
 night lying across a tiny little stream, just where he had 
 fallen. When I saw where they had gone up, I imme- 
 diately said to myself, 'There was nothing rash in this.' 
 The place up which they went did not look very bad, but 
 from Neil's account it must have rapidly become far 
 worse than it looked, and the fall must have been fearful. 
 
 The same day this letter was written, the party 
 left Villars on their return home. 
 
 The formalities required for removal to Eng- 
 land were, as usual, complicated, but all difficulties 
 were at length overcome, and just one week after 
 
174 SianwtXy September 29 
 
 that last mountain walk, the simple Swiss coffin 
 reached Carlisle, accompanied by Harry's parents 
 and brothers, on Monday, September 29. 
 
 From an old Servant. 
 I remember once, at Rickerby, Mr. Harry as the 
 young midshipman was expected home. The hall had 
 been decorated, and a large ' Welcome Home ' had been 
 arranged to catch his eye first. Can we not let our 
 imagination picture to us the glorious 'Welcome Home ' 
 he had up yonder ? 
 
 As a lovely dawn was breaking, he was borne 
 reverently and tenderly into his father's house, by 
 labourers on the estate, who had all known and 
 loved this eldest son, and a few hours later a very 
 large congregation filled the parish church at Stan- 
 wix, while a still larger number, for whom there was 
 no room inside, were assembled in the churchyard 
 to join in the service, which was read by the Bishop 
 of Carlisle and the Rev. J. R. Wood, the Vicar. 
 
 Many touching mentions of Harry's death had 
 been made on the previous day (Sunday) in the 
 neighbouring churches and chapels, and to those 
 who survive their beloved one, the remembrance 
 of the deep and universal sympathy which per- 
 vaded all classes in Carlisle and the neighbour- 
 hood at this time, can never fade away. 
 
 On the Sunday after the funeral, October 5, 
 
In Memonam 175 
 
 the first of the Psalms for the morning was the 
 24th, which had been Harry's last on earth. The 
 Rev. E. H. Bickersteth, now Bishop of Exeter, who 
 had been at Carlisle attending the Church Congress, 
 preached in Stanwix Church. He had known 
 Harry all his life : he was staying at Rickerby for 
 the Sunday, and in the evening brought down the 
 following lines which he had just written : 
 
 ' Christ is our peace to-day/ 
 So rang the gospel word ; 
 He grasp'd it fast and went his way 
 Rejoicing in the Lord. 
 
 ' Christ only, none but Christ,' 
 Still echoed in his ear 
 That watch-word hour by hour sufficed 
 For light, and strength, and cheer. 
 
 1 Christ, Christ, for one and all,' 
 Believe it, men and brothers : 
 His own life bade us hear the call, 
 And pass it on to others. 
 
 To live was Christ to him, 
 A fountain never dry, 
 A Sun which earth-clouds could not dim, 
 A glory always nigh. 
 
 Oh, seems it that too soon 
 The messenger has come, 
 And borne him long, so long ere noon, 
 Straight to the Father's home. 
 
176 Letters 
 
 Thy will is, must be, best ; 
 His course on earth was run. 
 Thy pleasure is Thy servant's rest ; 
 Thy will, dear Lord, be done. 
 
 For him the perfect sight 
 Of Thee he loved unseen ; 
 The gaze on uncreated Light, 
 Without a veil between : 
 
 For us the humble prayer 
 To trace the steps he trod ; 
 Till eye to eye together there 
 We see the face of God. 
 
 E. H. B. 
 October 5, 1884. 
 
 Extracts follow from a very few of the many 
 valuable letters received. 
 
 From the Rev. T. P. Monnington to Lawrence C. Carr, 
 who had been his fellow -pupil with Harry. 
 
 September 27. 
 The trusty, steady, God-fearing and loving Harry must 
 be missed. What a comfort and prop he has been at 
 home, those nearest him and dearest will know best. 
 But I know enough of his character to be sure that his 
 father and mother have thankfully looked upon him as a 
 pillar of the house, and that his brothers and sisters have 
 looked up to him, and seen in him the model which they 
 would like to copy. 
 
 I should have had no doubt in my mind whatever 
 that Harry was ready for death but the account makes 
 
Letters 177 
 
 certainty more certain. When he was here last Easter 
 he seemed rather puzzled as to his future, but he felt 
 that ' God would open a door for him ' (these were his 
 words), and He has, the door into Paradise. It is a 
 beautiful picture, and one that makes me very happy, to 
 see the family reading the Bible together before the 
 holiday-taking part of the day ; and then the elder 
 brother and young sister playing together. Then the 
 two brothers at their luncheon on God's grand moun- 
 tains, and reading a psalm together. This shows that 
 the daily Bible reading was not with him a duty to be 
 gone through. There was not the feeling ' I must put 
 God first, and I have done so, and now I am free to 
 enjoy myself ; ' God's felt Presence was his enjoyment. 
 It makes me think of the Psalmist's words : ' Lord, what 
 love have I unto Thy law ? all the day long is my study 
 in it.' . . . For myself, I feel a mixture between sorrow 
 and great thankfulness. 
 
 From the Rev. H. C. G. Moule, Principal of Ridley Hall, 
 Cambridge, to Harry *s father. 
 
 September 30, 1SS4. 
 
 My thoughts were intently with you yesterday in 
 prayer. Great is the anguish. Great will be — yea, I 
 am assured great are — the consolations of God. He 
 knows perfectly well that He has made a chasm which 
 nothing on earth will ever fill up and smooth over. 
 
 He enters with infinite sympathy into every pulse and 
 groan of loss ; not rebuking but loving. To feel pro- 
 foundly the difference when a great gift of His hand is 
 moved out of sight, is not in itseif, surely in the least a 
 
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[78 Letters 
 
 lack of holy submission. But then He knows how to go 
 down into the chasm he has made, and pour out His 
 love into it, and glorify it with His special Presence. 
 
 He can and does make His people feel a deep blessed- 
 ness in their ' yes ' to Him, when some immensely real 
 pressure is put upon their faith. 
 
 Your letter, with its strong word about 'infinite love,' 
 assures me that it is so. Your dear son will ever dwell 
 among my brightest and purest memories of young Cam- 
 bridge Christians. Truly he lived and shone. Far and 
 wide the loss will be felt, by those who know what he 
 was there, in daily influence and noble consistency. 
 
 From the Rev. E. W. Moore {author of ' The Overcoming 
 Life' &c), whom Harry had met in Switzerland. 
 
 September 29, 1884. 
 I don't know when I have felt anything so much. 
 Though I had only been those ten days with him (and I 
 do thank God for my unexpectedly prolonged stay there 
 now), we were a good deal together, and I can truth- 
 fully say, I just loved him. I was struck by his look 
 the very first time I saw him. When he came into the 
 salon at the RirTel Alp with you, there was something so 
 sweet, so humble, so heavenly in it. I recurred to it 
 again and again, and when I got to know him, I found 
 him better than he looked. 
 
 A gentleman who was roped with him during a 
 mountain expedition, said when he came back that he 
 was a most remarkable young fellow, he 'seemed so 
 decided.' He was a true saint, young as he was, and 
 manly and bright. But the Lord was enthroned in his 
 heart. 
 
Letters 1 79 
 
 May John xii. 24 be true of this sore trial, that out of 
 death a harvest of life may be reaped. I do feel so to 
 sorrow with you, dear friend. I am with you in spirit, 
 in prayer, in sorrow, and in submission in my poor 
 measure. 
 
 From Mrs. Charles {author of 1 Chronicles of the Schonberg 
 Cotta Family '), to his aunt, Miss Mac Lines. 
 
 The blow falls not on something hollow, but on a 
 rock of faith in the Rock of Ages, of trust in the infinite 
 unchangeable Love. 
 
 I keep thinking of your brother's joyous account of 
 his visit to his sons at Cambridge in May. It touched 
 me very much at the time. It is good to think of the 
 'unswerving pointing of that young heart to God.' 
 
 How very beautiful that last meal, sacramental 
 indeed, in a very deep sense. Imagine that last meal of 
 the brothers, just as if it had been by the Sea of Galilee, 
 with the risen Saviour ; He Himself giving them the 
 food from the little fire of coals on the shore. And 
 now on the eternal shore with Him for ever ; refreshed 
 by no mere thoughts, no impersonal sources of joy , 
 ' the Lamb shall lead them unto living Fountains.' 
 Think of being so surprised ! at such a moment, the whole 
 young heart radiant with His Presence, and then suddenly 
 waking up and finding himself there ! 
 
 The same to his sister Grace (alluding to a visit to 
 Ro?ne together in May). 
 
 It was very touching to say that 24th Psalm in 
 church last Sunday (October 5), and to feel it all illu- 
 minated — luminous with the memory of those uncon- 
 
1 80 In Mentor iam 
 
 sciously last words. What can any of us wish for more 
 than just this— that an ordinary step of our everyday life 
 should be fit to be the step up to the threshold of the 
 Temple ? Dear Grace, our ' gradine ' are not down into 
 the dark, however dim ; they are upward steps to a true 
 Ara Cceli ; therefore we will not fear. How infinite the 
 difference is of knowing we are going up to that open 
 door of our Father's House, instead of to some bare 
 peak alone. 
 
 A few months later Mrs. Charles wrote the fol- 
 lowing lines, which she gave to Harry's parents : — 
 
 Little those brothers knew 
 
 At that midday repast, 
 In all the joy and strength of youth, 
 
 That meal would be the last. 
 
 But had they known, how else, 
 How better would they part ? 
 
 The glory of God's hills around, 
 His Words w r ithin their heart ? 
 
 For One who knew was near, 
 
 Unseen, yet by their side — 
 1 Known in the breaking of the bread,' 
 
 The Risen Lord Who died. 
 
 His light reflected shone 
 
 Upon that youthful brow, 
 'We will be glad in God ! ' he said, 
 
 Glad beyond measure, now ! 
 
In Memoriam \ 8 1 
 
 They knew not, as with toil 
 
 That treacherous path they trod, 
 
 Hoiv high for one of them it led, 
 Up to the gates of God ! 
 
 But the dear angels knew, 
 
 And watched them up the height, 
 Ready to bear him in their hands, 
 
 Into the world of light. 
 
 And had he known how then 
 He climbed the Temple stair, 
 
 Scarce had his heart been more in tune, 
 More full of love and prayer. 
 
 What higher can we ask 
 
 Than that each meal may be 
 
 Thus hallowed ? as though ere the next 
 Thy glorious face we see. 
 
 Each step of common life, 
 
 As through the world we roam, 
 
 Sacred as if the next would cross 
 The threshold of Thy home. 
 
 PRINTKD RY 
 SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET 
 
 Li iNDON