of Christ." With Lord Ashley he attended Bible meetings, with
Mrs. Fry he explored the prisons, with Philip Pusey he attended
agricultural assemblies, and he spent night after night as an admiring
listener in the House of Commons. He was presented to the Queen and the
Duke of Wellington, was made a D.C.L. at Oxford, discussed the future with
J. H. Newman, the past with Buckland, Sedgwick, and Whewell. Lord
Palmerston and Lord John Russell invited him to political conferences;
Maurice and Keble listened to his fervent addresses; Dr. Arnold consulted
the friend of Niebuhr on his own "History of Rome," and tried to convert
him to more liberal opinions with regard to Church reform. Dr. Holland,
Mrs. Austin, Ruskin, Carlyle, Macaulay, Gaisford, Dr. Hawkins, and many
more, all greeted him, all tried to do him honor, and many of them became
attached to him for life. The architectural monuments of England, its
castles, parks, and ruins, passed quickly through his field of vision
during that short stay. But he soon calls out: "I care not now for all the
ruins of England; it is her life that I like."

Most touching is his admiration, his real love of Gladstone. Thirty years
have since passed, and the world at large has found out by this time what
England possesses in him. But it was not so in 1838, and few men at that
early time could have read Gladstone's heart and mind so truly as Bunsen.
Here are a few of his remarks:--

"Last night, when I came home from the Duke, Gladstone's book was
on my table, the second edition having come out at seven o'clock.
It is the book of the time, a great event,--the first book since
Burke that goes to the bottom of the vital question; far above his
party and his time. I sat up till after midnight; and this morning
I continued until I had read the whole, and almost every sheet
bears my marginal glosses, destined for the Prince, to whom I have
sent the book with all dispatch. Gladstone is the first man in
England as to intellectual powers, and he has heard higher tones
than any one else in this island."

And again (p. 493):--

"Gladstone is by far the first living intellectual power on that
side. He has left his schoolmasters far behind him, but we must
not wonder if he still walks in their trammels; his genius will
soon free itself entirely, and fly towards heaven with its own
wings.... I wonder Gladstone should not have the fee