That was nearly twice its
normal size; about one half of it
was maggots. The stench drove us all away. This I had done,
and I had done it for my pleasure!
After that year I went no more to Scotland. I blame no one
for his
pursuit of sport. But I
submit that he must follow
it, if at all, with Reason's eyes shut. Happily, your true
sportsman does not
violate his
conscience. As a friend of
mine said to me the other day, 'Unless you give a man of that
kind something to kill, his own life is not worth having.'
This, to be sure, is all he has to think about.
CHAPTER XLVIII
FOR eight or nine years, while my sons were at school, I
lived at Rickmansworth. Unfortunately the Leweses had just
left it. Moor Park belonged to Lord Ebury, my wife's uncle,
and the beauties of its
magnificent park and the amenities of
its
charming house were at all times open to us, and freely
taken
advantage of. During those nine years I lived the life
of a student, and wrote and published the book I have
elsewhere
spoken of, the 'Creeds of the Day.'
Of the visitors of note whose
acquaintance I made while I was
staying at Moor Park, by far the most
illustrious was Froude.
He was too reserved a man to
lavish his
intimacy when taken
unawares; and if he suspected, as he might have done by my
probing, that one wanted to draw him out, he was much too
shrewd to
commit himself to
definite expressions of any kind
until he knew something of his interviewer. Reticence of
this kind, on the part of such a man, is both
prudent and
commendable. But is not this habit of cautiousness sometimes
carried to the
extent of ambiguity in his 'Short Studies on
Great Subjects'? The careful reader is left in no sort of
doubt as to Froude's own views upon Biblical
criticism, as to
his
theological dogmas, or his
speculative opinions. But the
conviction is only reached by comparing him with himself in
different moods, by collating essay with essay, and one part
of an essay with another part of the same essay. Sometimes
we have an astute defence of doctrines
worthy at least of a
temperate apologist, and a few pages further on we wonder
whether the
writer was not masking his
disdain for the
credulity which he now exposes and laughs at. Neither
excessivecaution nor timidity are implied by his editing of
the Carlyle papers; and he may have failed - who that has
done so much has not? - in keeping his balance on the swaying
slack-rope between the
judicious and the in
judicious. In his
own line, however, he is, to my taste, the most scholarly,
the most
refined, and the most
suggestive, of our recent
essayists. The man himself in manner and in appearance was
in perfect keeping with these
attractive qualities.
While
speaking of Moor Park and its kind owner I may avail
myself of this opportunity to mention an early reminiscence
of Lord Ebury's
concerning the Grosvenor
estate in London.
Mr. Gladstone was wont to amuse himself with speculations as
to the future dimensions of London; what had been its growth
within his memory; what causes might arise to cheek its
increase. After listening to his remarks on the subject one
day at dinner, I observed that I had heard Lord Ebury talk of
shooting over ground which is now Eaton Square. Mr.
Gladstone of course did not doubt it; but some of the young
men smiled incredulously. I afterwards wrote to Lord Ebury
to make sure that I had not erred. Here is his reply:
'Moor Park, Rickmansworth: January 9, 1883.
'MY dear Henry, - What you said I had told you about snipe-
shooting is quite true, though I think I ought to have
mentioned a space rather nearer the river than Eaton Square.
In the year 1815, when the battle of Waterloo was fought,
there was nothing behind Grosvenor Place but the (-?) fields
- so called, a place something like the Scrubbs, where the