But neither of Hurrell Froude nor of the Archdeacon did he ever speak except with admiration and respect.

His early training hardened him, and perhaps accounts for the indifference to cruelty which sometimes disfigures his pages.

He did not know what a mother's affection was before he had a wife and children of his own.

Before he became an honour to his family he was regarded as a disgrace to it, and not until the first two volumes of the History appeared did his father believe that there was any good in him.

Yet the Archdeacon was always his ideal clergyman, and the Church of England as it stood before the Oxford Movement was his model communion.