his intellect and be ready to give a reason for the
faith that is in him. Naturally, men are of the religion of the country
in which they are born--Roman Catholics in Italy, Mahometans in Turkey,
Buddhists in the East. It requires more power and strength of mind and
decision of character to dissent from the Church of the State than to
support it. 'How was it,' asked Dr. Storrar, Chairman of the Convocation
of the University of London, the other day, 'that the lads educated at
Mill Hill Grammar School had done so well at Cambridge and Oxford?' The
reply, said the Doctor, was--I don't give his words, merely the idea--to
be found in the fact that a couple of centuries ago there were men of
strong intellect and tender consciences who refused to renounce their
opinions at the command of a despotic power. They had been succeeded by
their sons with the same quickness of intellect and conscience.
Generations one after another had come and gone, and the children of
these old Nonconformists thus came to the school with an hereditary
intelligence, destined to win in the gladiatorship of the school, the
college, or the world.

Let me now give an anecdote of Dr. Bathurst, the Lord Bishop of Norwich,
too good to be lost. It is told by Sir Charles Leman, who described him
in 1839 as gradually converting his enemies into friends by his uniform
straightforwardness and enlarged Christian principle. One of his clergy,
who had been writing most abusively in newspapers, had on one occasion
some favour to solicit, which he did with natural hesitation. The Bishop
promised all in his power and in the kindest manner, and when the
clergyman was about to leave the room he suddenly turned with, 'My lord,
I must say, however, I much regret the part I have taken against you; I
see I was quite in the wrong, and I beg your forgiveness.' This was
readily accorded. 'But how was it,' the clergyman continued, 'you did
not turn your back on me? I quite expected it.' 'Why, you forget that I
profess myself a Christian,' was the reply.

Of a later Bishop--Stanley--whom I can well remember, a dark, energetic
little man, making a speech at Exeter Hall, we hear a little in Caroline
Fox's memories of old friends. In 1848 she writes: 'Dined very
pleasantly at the palace; the Bishop was all animation and good humour,
but too unsettled to leave any memorable impression. I like Mrs. Stanley
much--a shrewd, sensible, observing woman. She told me much a