ordinary sense of the word a journalist, for with the exception of
these social articles, his work was all done in his own historical
field, and done with as much care and pains as others would bestow on
the composition of a book. Upon this subject I may quote the words of
one of his oldest and most intimate friends (Mr. Stopford Brooke), who
knew all he did in those days.
The real history of this writing for the _Saturday Review_ has
much personal, pathetic, and literary interest.
It was when he was vicar of St. Philip's, Stepney, that he wrote
the most. The income of the place was, I think, L300 a year, and
the poverty of the parish was very great. Mr. Green spent every
penny of this income on the parish. And he wrote--in order to
live, and often when he was wearied out with the work of the day
and late into the night--two, and often three, articles a week for
the _Saturday Review_. It was less of a strain to him than it
would have been to many others, because he wrote with such speed,
and because his capacity for rapidly throwing his subject into
form and his memory were so remarkable. But it was a severe
strain, nevertheless, for one who, at the time, had in him the
beginnings of the disease of which he died.
I was staying with him once for two days, and the first night he
said to me, "I have three articles to write for the _Saturday
Review_, and they must all be done in thirty-six hours." "What are
they?" I said; "and how have you found time to think of them?"
"Well," he answered, "one is on a volume of Freeman's _Norman
Conquest_, another is a 'light middle,' and the last on the
history of a small town in England; and I have worked them all
into form as I was walking to-day about the parish and in London."
One of these studies was finished before two o'clock in the
morning, and while I talked to him; the other two were done the
next day. It is not uncommon to reach such speed, but it is very
uncommon to combine this speed with literary excellence of
composition, and with permanent and careful knowledge. The
historical reviews were of use to, and gratefully acknowledged by,
his brother historians, and frequently extended, in two or three
numbers of the _Saturday Review_, to the length of an article in a
magazine. I used to think them masterpieces of reviewing, and
their one fault was the fault which was then frequent in that
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