ent in character from the magnificent room they had just
left. The walls were no longer latticed and carved; they were closely
packed, in the most business-like way, with books which represented
the Squire's own collection, and were in fact a chart of his own
intellectual history.

'This is how I interpret this room,' said Robert, looking round it.
'Here are the books he collected at Oxford in the Tractarian movement
and afterward. Look here,' and he pulled out a volume of St. Basil.

Langham looked, and saw on the title-page a note in faded characters:
'_Given to me by Newman at Oxford, in 1845._'

'Ah, of course, he was one of them in '45; he must have left them very
soon after,' said Langham reflectively.

Robert nodded. 'But look at them! There are the Tracts, all the Fathers,
all the Councils, and masses, as you see, of Anglican theology. Now look
at the next case, nothing but eighteenth century!'

'I see,--from the Fathers to the Philosophers, from Hooker to Hume. How
history repeats itself in the individual!'

'And there again,' said Robert, pointing to the other side of the room,
'are the results of his life as a German student.'

'Germany--ah, I remember! How long was he there?'

'Ten years, at Berlin and Heidelberg. According to old Meyrick, he
buried his last chance of living like other men at Berlin. His years
of extravagant labor there have left marks upon him physically that can
never be effaced. But that bookcase fascinates me. Half the great names
of modern thought are in those books.'

And so they were. The first Langham opened had a Latin dedication in a
quavering old man's hand, 'Amico et discipulo meo,' signed 'Fredericus
Gulielmus Schelling.' The next bore the autograph of Alexander von
Humboldt, the next that of Boeckh, the famous classic, and so on. Close
by was Niebuhr's History, in the title-page of which a few lines in the
historian's handwriting bore witness to much 'pleasant discourse between
the writer and Roger Wendover, at Bonn, in the summer of 1847.' Judging
from other shelves further down, he must also have spent some time,
perhaps an academic year, at Tubingen, for here were most of the early
editions of the 'Leben Jesu,' with some corrections from Strauss's hand,
and similar records of Baur, Ewald, and other members or opponents of
the Tubingen school. And so on, through the whole bookcase. Something
of everything was there--Philosophy, Theology, History, Philology.
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