nour and usefulness, but which entailed upon him, at a
time when his health could ill bear the strain, hard organising and
clerical work, cheerfully undertaken, and continued until a few weeks
before his death. The first two published Parts of the Transactions of
the Bibliographical Society, edited by him, are models of what such work
ought to be.

Reed was a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries, and for many years was
an active member of the Library Association. His own library of books
bearing on Typography, Bibliography, and many a kindred subject, the
harvest of many years' collecting, is unique. It was a pleasure to see
the expression of Reed's face when he came upon a new book really after
his mind, or, still better, an old book, "Anything fifteenth century or
early sixteenth," he used to say; any relic or scrap from Caxton's or De
Worde's Press; any specimen of a "truant type" on the page of an early
book; or a Caslon, or a Baskerville in good condition; or one of the
beauties from Mr Morris's modern Press. Charles Lamb himself could not
have looked more radiant or more happy in the sense of possession.

Reed laboured successfully also in another department of literature--in
journalism. For many years he wrote a non-political leading article
each week for the _Leeds Mercury_. His wide culture, his quiet humour,
and light, graceful touch, were qualities that gave to his journalistic
work far more than an ephemeral value. In politics Reed was a life-long
Liberal; he utterly disapproved, however, of Mr Gladstone's latter-day
policy in Ireland. Reed was a member of the Reform Club and of the
Savile Club.

In these notes I have written rather of Reed's work than of the man
himself. This is as he would have had it. There was in him a magnetic
charm that attracted all who came near him, and which bound his friends
to him as by "hooks of steel." Erect and manly in bearing, he stepped
along, never apparently in a hurry, never dawdling. One had only to
look in his beautiful face, the bright kind eyes, the high wide brow,
and to come under the spell of his winning smile, to obtain a glimpse of
the noble soul within.

A calm, strong nature his, facing the world, with all its contingencies,
bravely and with constant buoyant cheerfulness. He walked through life
with eyes and heart wide open to the joy of the world, brightening and
lightening it for others as he went. He was always ready to stretch out
a helpi