e of "unreal words," of the "individuality of the
soul," of the "invisible world," of a "particular Providence," or
again, of the "ventures of faith," "warfare the condition of victory,"
"the Cross of Christ the measure of the world," "the Church a Home for
the lonely." As he spoke, how the old truth became new; how it came
home with a meaning never felt before! He laid his finger how gently,
yet how powerfully, on some inner place in the hearer's heart, and
told him things about himself he had never known till then. Subtlest
truths, which it would have taken philosophers pages of circumlocution
and big words to state, were dropt out by the way in a sentence or two
of the most transparent Saxon. What delicacy of style, yet what
strength! how simple, yet how suggestive! how homely, yet how refined!
how penetrating, yet how tender-hearted! If now and then there was a
forlorn undertone which at the time seemed inexplicable, you might be
perplexed at the drift of what he said, but you felt all the more
drawn to the speaker. ... After hearing these sermons you might come
away still not believing the tenets peculiar to the High Church
system; but you would be harder than most men, if you did not feel
more than ever ashamed of coarseness, selfishness, worldliness, if you
did not feel the things of faith brought closer to the soul.--_John
Keble,_ by J. C. Shairp, Professor of Humanity, St. Andrews (1866),
pp. 12-17.

I venture to add the judgment of another contemporary, on the effect of
this preaching, from the _Reminiscences_ of Sir F. Doyle, p. 145:--

That great man's extraordinary genius drew all those within his
sphere, like a magnet, to attach themselves to him and his doctrines.
Nay, before he became a Romanist, what we may call his mesmeric
influence acted not only on his Tractarian adherents, but even in some
degree on outsiders like myself. Whenever I was at Oxford, I used to
go regularly on Sunday afternoons to listen to his sermon at St.
Mary's, and I have never heard such preaching since. I do not know
whether it is a mere fancy of mine, or whether those who know him
better will accept and endorse my belief, that one element of his
wonderful power showed itself after this fashion. He always began as
if he had determined to set forth his idea of the truth in the
plainest and simplest language--language, as men say, "intelligible to
the meanest und