any such influence as afterwards so affected me. There was then no private intercourse between tutor and undergraduate. I believe Jelf, some years afterwards, was the first to break through this class distinction. I would add a few words concerning my Christ Church tutor, Vowler Short. There was a fatherly kindness in his dealings and intercourse, though, as before stated, there were at that time no familiar or friendly communications between tutor and pupil. The only private advice I remember ever receiving from him was on asking him to give me hints for writing sermons. He told, as an example, his plan of writing his sermons, and his idea what they should be; that they should resemble a jelly-bag-a good round base, tapering smoothly down to a point; that he divided his sermons into three heads and a conclusion, and taking a head a day, as he rode, each separately worked out and thought of during the ride.

""

Stacey, Fellow of New College, an old Eton private tutor and friend of ours, asked me continually to dine with him on Sundays, and a most pleasant engagement it was. Evensong (New College choir was then second only, if second, to that of Magdalen College), then dinner with the Fellows in Hall, and wine afterwards in their common room. I was quite at home with Stacey. Mr. Wingfield, the surgeon, was also a family friend, and his wife, a great musical amateur, gave very pleasant evenings.

"In the summer term I joined a party of men in hiring a four-oared boat, and latterly I pulled sixth in the College Torpid. Tennis was too expensive, though I sometimes played. I attended with great pleasure Buckland's Geological Lectures. While I was at Oxford, Scott's novels began to come out, and it was one of the delights of that time. Previously, while at school, Mrs. Radcliffe's Romances had been one's only food of this kind. My favourite reading as a boy had been the 'Seven Champions of Christendom.' I slept with it under my pillow. After this time I enjoyed Richardson's novels; but Scott carried the day.

The

"My tutor was disgusted at my deciding not to work at Mathematics after my Little Go. I had no mind or head for it. Classics and Philosophy were enough for me. greatest boon I owe to Oxford teaching is the knowledge and love of Butler's Analogy, then the authorized standard of Philosophy, though no longer so. To my mind it has always been the true philosophical ground-work in support of the Mosaic and Christian dispensation and religion generally.

"We were, at the time of my leaving Oxford, on the very verge of the Tractarian movement, but as yet there was, as far as I knew, no sign of its approach. All had been as it was at Eton, a mere routine of Chapel going; at Christ Church on week-days a shortened form of Latin prayers. To be often late in coming in, after the closing of Tom Gate, which was at 9 p.m., seemed the only thing that brought reproof or question as to one's conduct.

'I passed my last examination early in 1831, half a year later than was intended, in consequence of my awaking on the morning of the day I was to go into the schools with an attack of jaundice. After my examination I went abroad with Charles Woodcock" (a lifelong friend, for many years Rector of Chardstock) "and Burr, friend of his. It was an expedition of pleasurable excitement of no ordinary kind. We walked through part of Belgium, and up the Rhine as far as Coblentz. In one of the inns on the Rhine, happening to find an English paper, I there first saw the Class List." His name was in the First Class of Classics (Lit. Hum).

"Woodcock had to return, leaving me and Burr, and we two went down the Tyrol to Venice. We then approached Venice by sea, its towers gradually rising above the waters.

"On my return home, I was to have met my father, mother, and sisters in Switzerland, but an émeute in Paris unhappily hindered their expedition. I returned alone, walking over the Albula Pass.

The year after this, I think it was, I stood for a Fellowship at Oriel. I should never have thought of this, but was persuaded by a friend of ours, Jenkins, an Oriel Fellow, afterwards Greek Professor at Durham. I failed, as might have been expected; but so did Henry Wilberforce, who was also a candidate. Eden won it, one of the 'twelve good men' of whom Burgon wrote. He became Tutor at Oriel."

In the winter of 1831-32 he went to Paris, "thinking to learn French, and took lodgings with a French family in the Rue de Bac; but the Woodcocks were passing the winter in Paris that same year, and the temptation was great to leave the French family, and think that a French tutor on the Tuileries' side of Paris might sufficiently serve my purpose; and so I made the change, and lost my chance of learning French."

The only family tradition which can be added to this account is of his having been sworn in as special constable during the machine riots of 1830, and being called out at night, in company with his friend, Mr. W. Evans, the well-known artist, to some riotous scenes in the neighbourhood.

CHAPTER II.

ORDINATION AND EARLIEST PAROCHIAL WORK.

THOMAS THELLUSSON CARTER had always been intended by his father for Holy Orders, and he himself "never had any other thought." He was ordained Deacon on Sunday, October 21, 1832, by Bishop Burgess, in Salisbury Cathedral, to the curacy of St. Mary's, Reading, Berkshire being then in the diocese of Salisbury.

It is characteristic of the time that his rector, the Rev. H. H. Milman, afterwards Dean of St. Paul's, went, on his first arrival, for a six-weeks' holiday, leaving the parish in charge of the young deacon. The only services, besides those of Sunday, were on Wednesday and Friday, when the clerk was accustomed to keep watch for a possible congregation, and if he saw no one coming, would say to the curate, "No prayers, sir, to-day." Even when the rector was at home, Mr. Carter was sometimes left with unexpected responsibilities. Mr. Milman was occasionally called on, on Sunday, for a Times article, and the curate would have to preach with scant time for preparation.

"Milman was at that time rather under a cloud because of his History of the Jews,' of which he said to me that it had been published fifty years too soon, a very true prophecy. It was one of the first-fruits of the Broad School, then just struggling into life through the growing study of German literature. Milman's sermons were very elegant compositions, much liked by the educated-of the essay kind. He once said that he had almost exhausted the Scripture subjects -an essay-like idea. I thought he knew his parish well.

But

"Milman and his wife were both very kind to me. I was most at home at the Moncks' at Coley Park, friends of my father's. Invitations came from country families out of regard to my own family, and from townspeople because of my position in the town. And there was a very hospitable spirit all round me. Altogether the social calls were too much, and I was thankful when, at the end of my first year, my father becoming Vicar of Burnham, there came what seemed a clear call to seek another sphere free from these social entanglements."

The Rev. T. T. Carter, to use his most familiar name, was ordained priest at Buckden on Sunday, December 22, 1833, by Dr. Kaye, Bishop of Lincoln, a diocese which then included Buckinghamshire, and became curate to his father.

"My Burnham curacy was a most happy time. I lived at the vicarage. My father left me free to do what I could in the parish, my dear mother giving me all possible encouragement also. The Wesleyans were active at that time. The wife of one of the local preachers kept the Church Sundayschool; her husband used to attend the church, and both, I think, at times communicated there. Wesleyan preachers were very busy in the outer hamlets; I owe a debt to one of these preachers. He called on me one morning, and began an earnest talk as to the spiritual needs of the people, and their desire of being visited, with many details of their state. I was young and inexperienced, and could not but be struck with his earnestness. And I date from that time a change in my habits. I had been accustomed to one's old college use of reading, or other like occupation, in the morning, and outdoor exercise in the afternoon, only substituting parish visiting for the constitutional. But I then began to give up to the parish the morning also.

"It was, I think, soon after going to Burnham, that I made the voyage to Madeira. It was thought good for my health. I stayed about a fortnight in the island, while the vessel, a brig of the old type, was unlading and relading. It was the custom then for wine-merchants to receive visitors into their houses. The hotel was an indifferent one, and Mr. Dickinson, a cousin of the Grover family, kindly entertained

me.

The return for the hospitality was an order for wine. It was a delightful opportunity of seeing the exceeding