of all is the friendship between Warburton and Doddridge. The man who in his books appears the proud Churchman, the intolerant and parodoxical dogmatist, the pedantic scholar, the theological aëronaut, the logical gladiator, the man of clever tricks and daring feats, the intellectual marvel of his own age and of overhung grey eyes, and weather-beaten cheeks, and when they marked his fine and dauntless air. And then it was terrible to think how many battles he had fought, and how in one of them a bullet had gone quite through his neck, and he had lain a whole night among the slain. But there was a deeper mystery still. He had been a very bad man once, it would appear, and now he was very good; and he had seen a vision; and, altogether, with his strong Scotch voice, and his sword, and his wonderful story, the most solemn visitant was this grave and lofty soldier. But they saw how their father loved him, and how he loved their father. As he sat so erect in the square corner seat of the chapel, they could notice how his stern look would soften, and how his firm lip would quiver, and how a happy tear would roll down his deeplined face; and they heard him, as he sung so joyfully the closing hymn, and they came to feel that the Colonel must indeed be very good. At last, after a long absence, he came to see their father, and stayed three days, and he was looking very sick and very old; and the last night, before he went away, their father preached a sermon in the house, and his text was, 'I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.' And the Colonel went away, and their father went with him, and gave him a long convoy; and many letters went and came. But at last there was war in Scotland. There was a rebellion, and there were battles. And then the gloomy news arrived, there had been a battle close to the very house of Bankton, and the king's soldiers had run away, and the brave Colonel Gardiner would not run, but fought to the very last; and-alas for the Lady Francis!—he was stricken down and slain scarce a mile from his own mansion door."North British Review, No. xxviii.

ours, assumes a perfectly different aspect, and becomes truly loveable, at the fireside of our Nonconformist tutor. Down he comes in his carriage to Kettering, on the 25th of May, at noon, when he sends back his horses, and then moves on to Northampton in the less commodious conveyance of the Doctor's "chair," sent in due time to meet him. With all his heart he writes to his Dissenting host three days afterwards: "I have abundance of thanks to return for the very friendly entertainment I met with at Northampton from you and your excellent lady. I must tell you frankly, you have more happiness than comes to the share of one man, and to make it the more exquisite, of several kinds. Providence has treated you with a feast of many courses, which none but a good Levite under the old law, where the dispensation was exact, could fairly pretend to. That you may long enjoy every part of it, especially that last and best, which shares and doubles all the rest,' is the earnest prayer of, dear sir, your most affectionate friend and brother, W. Warburton."* Great as was Doddridge's learning, and strong as

* Several very interesting letters of Warburton to Doddridge occur in the published Correspondence. One of them is quoted

was his mind, no doubt his private social manners exerted a more potent influence still over the giant-like theologian and critic, touching him with a resistless spell, and lulling asleep the turbulent passions of his heart. Doddridge's spirit seems to have been to him almost like the gentle Una leading the lion, in that most beautiful of Spenser's fairy and queenly dreams.

While caressed by bishops and dignitaries of the Establishment, as well as by others of noble rank, his preference for Nonconformity was decided and firm; and, except in cases where their bigotry or jealousy alienated from him members of his own denomination, he felt himself most at home with his brethren. His most intimate and confidential friendships were with these. He loved to take St. Alban's on his way to London, and then turn aside and tarry for a night with good Dr. Clarke, his early friend and patron. Arrived in London, he takes up his head-quarters in Moorfields with Mr. Cruttruden, a substantial Nonconformist layman; dating his letters

in Hurd's" Life of Warburton;" but the Bishop omits to mention the name of the Dissenting divine to whom it was addressed.

thence as from "the castle of friendship ;"-or he tarries with the well-known family of the Snells, at Walthamstow ;-or with good Mr. Barker, whom he so tenderly regards; "who prays as nobody else can pray;" who, amidst pecuniary losses, "increases the lustre of his character by a charming mixture of fortitude, submission, tenderness, compassion, and cheerfulness," and is altogether "such a Christian and such a friend as is very, very seldom to be found or heard of." And then he goes a round of visits among old Dissenting connexions, spending a day with Mr. Neale, from whom he receives counsel and advice respecting temporal affairs; or dining with Mr. Newman, drinking tea with Mr. Bradbury, and enjoying an evening with Mr. and Mrs. Godwin-the good lady, in her great complaisance, lighting up "six wax tapers to receive him, because she knows he likes a light room.” Most of the distinguished names among the London Dissenters of that period appear in Doddridge's Correspondence in the number of his friends, but one especially is named with honour. Here lies a letter dated "from dear Dr. Watts's study." He comes with Lady

Abney to meet his friend, and they return together, in her Ladyship's coach, to Newington. -But now the poet of the sanctuary" is growing too old and infirm to show this kind of attention any longer, so Doddridge takes coach to Newington, where he finds Dr. Watts "much enfeebled by his late fever, yet very conversable, and better far than might be expected." "Miss Abney is grown finely tall, and my lady not older than last year." Another time, a pleasant day is spent, much the pleasanter for seeing Dr. Watts, and other friends in the same place, "particularly Lady Abney's family in such comfortable circumstances." There are pleasant walks in the garden, and cheerful talking in the parlour; Mrs. Cooke entering her protest "against ministers' wives wearing curled hair and large hoops."*

The last interview between Doddridge and Watts occurred not long before the death of the latter. The Rev. Samuel Lavington, of Bideford, a man of congenial spirit, and one who ever venerated the memory of both,—

These illustrations are gathered from original letters, now lying before me, several of which are omitted in the volumes published by Mr. Humphreys.