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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 injudicious. 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






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