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BERNARD BOLINGBROKE WOODWARD,
B.A., Lond., F.S.A.,
librarian in (JDrMnarg ta
KEEPER OF THE PRINTS AND DRAWINGS
LONGMANS, GREEN, READER, & DYEIL
Co tfje apemorg
THJB CONSTANT TKIXND OF
AND OV HIS SON,
THIS BRIEF MEMOIR
"THE PROPER STUDY OF MANKIND ]3 MAN."
HIS is laid down as an evident axiom by a
well-known English poet ; and though we
should be sony to subscribe to all his
assertions, we think that in this instance
Man consists of two parts, which, for simplicity and
clearness, we will call body and mind. To study the
anatomy of the human frame and the various phases of
our internal structure is a laudable pursuit, which is of
vast importance to the comfort of our present existence,
and to the continuation of our animal life. This be-
longs exclusively to those engaged in the medical and
surgical profession, to whom we feel that we are greatly
indebted, and to whom we would acknowledge our
grateful obligation.' But as the mind is decidedly
superior to the body of man, so we desire to offer
respectful homage and fervent thanks to those who
minister to our mental wants and labour for our intel-
lectual improvement. These noble benefactors of the
human race may be divided into three classes.
First, The Historian, who records facts, and en-
deavours to describe accurately the various motives of
human conduct. But as he deals principally with
grand events and mighty personages, so, of necessity,
he frequently soars beyond the glance and far away
from the experience of ordinary mortals. Besides,
there is so much political craft and unfathomable cun-
ning in the doings of those who manage the affairs of
kingdoms, that the historian — be he ever so clever — is
liable to be deceived himself, and thus unwittingly and
unintentionally to delude and to mislead his most in-
telligent readers. This arises frequently, aye, and
perhaps most frequently, not from want of integrity
or philanthropy on his part, but from the extreme
difficulty of the task he has undertaken. To the honest
historian be all praise — and there we must leave him.
Secondly, There is the Novelist, who composes and
publishes works of fiction, and labours to place before
his fellow-mortals the motives which influence the
human mind, and the varied consequences of human
conduct, which are dignified or disgraceful, as the source
from which they spring is pure or polluted. Such
authors as these, when their intention is truly bene-
volent and their talent is suited to the arduous under-
taking in which they have engaged, merit and receive
due thanks and admiration. But then they offer for
our study and contemplation, not substantial facts, but
the shadowy dreams of their own creative mind and
brilliant imagination. They may do, and they fre-
quently do, good service to society by deterring men
from a career of crime and folly, and by directing them
into the road which leads to unblemished reputation,
honourable usefulness, and unsullied satisfaction. For
their honest efforts we are grateful, and sincerely do
we congratulate them on the deserved applause that
rewards their intellectual labours. .
But there is a third class of authors of whom we
must now say a few words. The Biographer differs
from other authors in being strictly confined to a simple
detail of facts. He derives his knowledge of one whose
memory deserves to be preserved, and the honest de-
scription of whose useful life will communicate consola-
tion to bereaved relatives and friends, not from doubtful
rumour or from fanciful visions, but from authentic
documents, personal experience, and unquestionable
information. All that is advanced by the honest bio-
grapher — and such we desire to prove ourselves — is
founded on the solid basis of truth. And surely there
is something very instructive and encouraging in tracing
out the career of a man whose chief aim and invariable
object was to set a good example to those with whom
he associated, to cheer and comfort those who composed
his domestic circle, and to benefit, as far as his means
would permit and his abilities enable him, all who came
within the sphere of his influence. Nay, we do not
indeed exaggerate or write merely ornamental biography,
when we express our firm conviction, from our personal
intimacy with and knowledge of the esteemed subject
of this brief Memoir, that his large and benevolent
heart grasped in the whole human race ; that the main
desire of his mind was to benefit all that came within
his reach as far as ever opportunity offered.
We shall conclude this little Introduction to the
unpretending Work that follows this feeble dissertation,
with the expression of an earnest and anxious wish that
it may prove — imperfect though we feel it is — accept-
able and useful.
*N recording the reminiscences which
are here collated, it will be obvious
that the Editor is impelled by no
personal desire to obtrude his ideas,
or to present himself before the public.
He is not perhaps convinced of the
necessity of publishing what is here offered, but he
enjoys the satisfaction of having attempted what
he conceived to be a useful object. His sole
purpose is, to produce a faithful epitome of
a useful man's career, and to preserve from
oblivion the memory of some few of the incidents
of a life earnestly and uniformly devoted to
Literature and Art.
It is generally understood that a full Memoir
of Mr. Woodward will be given to the world,*
and the scraps here collected may serve as
* Already there have been several rather hastily written
accounts of him.
a feeble guide for future biographers. " Little
" rivulets become large rivers which swell the
" ocean — atoms and grains of sand form high
" hills — and small seeds grow into mighty
" forests;" and those who search for materials
with which to construct a memorial of the depart-
ed, will consider that many trifles which appear
insignificant, and seem to be obscure, may yet
possess considerable importance and prove to be
Mr. Woodward's letters will clearly show the
feelings which he entertained for the Editor of
this brief memoir, as much, or perhaps more
than any laboured statement which might be
offered as evidence of the friendly intimacy that
existed between them. His observations on his
own bodily sufferings, demonstrate the great
inconvenience that he endured from a disordered
heart, and that he was subject to unusual
In pursuing the task of collecting the infor-
mation contained in this memoir, it is to be
hoped that there is not one word which can cause
displeasure. In the few incidents recorded, the
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Editor has been scrupulously desirous of securing
the highest and best authenticated testimony.
It is not only an act of justice to the
deceased, but a favour to those who survive,
when the life from youth to manhood is honestly
traced out and presented for public inspection,
because we then feel that we are conversing with
a person of well-founded experience; and it is
the duty of him who collects notes for a memoir,
to be careful in his choice, and to receive and
transmit nothing which cannot be authenticated.
To render Biography usefully attractive, its
basis must be Truth. To depict character
with fidelity, there must be neither the secret
influence of antipathy, nor a misleading bias of
The extremes of familiarity and of formality
are equally to be avoided. Nothing but an
honest statement of facts is needed to do justice
to the fame, and to perpetuate the honourable
memory of one who, while he lived was respected,
and now that he is dead, is deeply regretted.
In the following pages the object aimed at,
has been to record the few particulars which
are registered in plain language and perfect in-
tegrity, and if the publication does no other good,
it is hoped that it will serve to excite laudable
curiosity, and to call forth more extended en-
quiries ; so that by and by an adequate biography
of Mr. Woodward may be written on a scale
calculated to do justice to the subject.
Sometimes great literary success in early days
leads to carelessness in the prime of life, but he
who improves his condition by honourable means,
merits exemption from oblivion, and it is the pri-
vilege of literature to transmit a renowned name
to posterity, so as to induce others entering on the
career of life to - imitate those excellent qualities
which all right-minded persons must admire.
Bernard ' Bolingbroke Woodward, late Libra-
rian to the Queen, will henceforth, not only
occupy a prominent place in the roll of distin-
guished men, whose character and achievements
have shed a lustre over the City of Norwich which
was his birth-place, but will long be remembered
in the wide world of letters.
If this biographical sketch does not present
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many striking incidents, yet it has some claim to
be cherished as a useful lesson and an encourage-
ing stimulus to men of genius, who may, like Mr.
Woodward, be called upon in early life to struggle
with perplexing difficulties, and to surmount ap-
palling obstacles. His numerous letters and
papers would doubtless afford fine materials for a
narrative both useful and interesting, for he was
known to be persevering in whatever he had once
set his heart upon, and in the accomplishment
of his purpose no pains wearied him; but this
privilege has been denied to the Editor.
His sudden and unexpected decease on the
12th of October, 1869, at his residence in the
Royal Mews in London, occasioned by a com-
plaint of the heart, from which he had suffered
for a long period, is felt as a loss, not only by a
numerous circle of private friends, but also by
many admirers of literary and artistic excellence,
both in this country and abroad. Indeed it
would not be easy to depict the depth and extent
of sincere regret which was called forth by the
loss of one who by intellectual superiority and
moral excellence, won the affection, and still
retains the admiration and esteem of all who were
happy enough to know and to appreciate him.
On the morning of the day on which he
departed so quietly and calmly from this earth
he paid a professional visit to Sir William Jenner,
one of the Queen's medical advisers, who, after
due examination, recommended immediate quie-
tude and cessation from all mental effort. He
appeared cheerful on his reaching home, and
not long after his arrival retired to his room,
followed by his wife, who, on coming upstairs and
perceiving that a great and sudden change had
come over his features, summoned the family to
his bedside, and by the time that medical assist-
ance could be procured, the vital spark had fled.
Thus, he was not left at the last hour alone
— the kind disinterested friend and the loving
parent fell asleep in the company of his wife
and in the presence of his children.
His appointed time had come, and the end of
his sojourn upon earth was answered. We are
thoroughly convinced that no such thing as chance
or accident can exist in the works of God. While
life exists and when death occurs there must be
divine and wise design. We mourn the depar-
ture of our friends and acquaintances, because we
loved their society; but we may not charge God
with unkindness in taking them away, because
death is not the end of our being — but it
is, to the true Christian, a sure and certain
passage to eternal life. The only knowledge
respecting the duration of our earthly exist-
ence that can be at all useful, is the knowledge
that it cannot last long, and that, while we
may be summoned through that dark valley
at any moment, ignorance of the precise
period is one of the strongest evidences .of
divine goodness which an intelligent creature
All attempts to soothe the bereaved ones at
such an hour as this would have been fruitless.
They knew, for they had been taught, where to
go, and they went, and found such support as the
"world can neither give nor take away." The
Everlasting Friend of the orphan and the widow,
always ready to hear their cry and to afford solid
alleviation of misery, was with them in their
sorrowful trial, and brought them out of the
conflict "more than conquerors." Kind and
liberal Mends appeared in all quarters, and
offered such substantial consolation as afforded
some mitigation to their grief, and moderated
the agony occasioned by their heavy loss. More-
over, the assurance of Christian faith sustains
them, knowing that they shall meet again in
that blessed state where "sorrow and sighing
" are unknown."
Mr. Woodward, far from wealthy, left his
widow and four children very little more than
the remembrance of his many virtues and useful
labours; but while amongst them he was blest
with domestic happiness, and was dearly loved
by his family.
For haw great soever any man's talents may
be, it requires a certain amount of time and toil,
with other concurrent advantages, to place him in
a position of eminence and independence. And
when such a one is struck down by the hand of
death, while his mental powers are far from being
exhausted, and his intellectual labours are still
incomplete, though heedless thoughtlessness may
be but little impressed by the solemnity of such
an event, wise men will pause and ponder over
the serious lesson and listen to the warning voice
which invites them to work " while it is called
All who knew him, and all who are capable of
appreciating his worth, will deplore the death of
Mr. Woodward, whose remains were interred in
Eensall Green Cemetery, on Saturday the 16th
of October, 1869. A plain stone with a simple
inscription marks the spot.
In ^abxnq fUmembranxe
BERNARD BOLINGBROKE WOODWARD,
B.A. LOND: F.8.A.,
LIBRARIAN IN ORDINARY TO THE QUEEN,
AND KEEPER OF THE FEINTS AND DRAWINGS
AT WINDSOR CASTLE,
FROM I860 TO 1869,
WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE
October 12th, 1869, Aged 53 Years.
WHOSOEVER LIYETH AND BXLIEYETH
IK MX SHALL NITER DOE
The details of a life which hy industry
and integrity raised its possessor to distinc-
tion, and which was embellished by uniform
and unwavering usefulness, must interest, and
at the same time instruct all who value
profitable information and aim at solid im-
It is with mournful pleasure that we now set
ourselves to the task which devolves on us of
recording a few events illustrative of his social
habits and enlivening conversation, which may be
as beneficial to posterity as a disquisition upon
other subjects though they may seem to be more
serious and dignified.
We cannot attempt anything like a perfect
portraiture of our friend ; distinguished as he was
by extensive information derived from acute dis-
cernment, and an extensive acquaintance with
useful literature, there may be much here that
appears irrelevant, and more that may not be
read ; but we are encouraged by a hope that this
notice may one day attract the attention, and
exercise the ability of some one who will do
justice to the subject, and not only rescue from
oblivion, but embalm for immortality the memory
of a useful member of society.
Mr. Woodward was born at Norwich on the
2nd of May 1816, and had therefore entered upon
the fifty-fourth year of his age. He was the
son of Mr. Samuel Woodward, long a resident
in Norwich, and descended from a family of
the highest respectability, the gentility of which,
like that of the Norfolk Divine, Archbishop
Parker, was not affected by some of its members
being in trade. His father was well known far
beyond the limits of his native city and the
neighbouring counties, as an accomplished archae-
ologist, as well as a geologist and antiquary; and
was the author of "A Synoptical Table of
Organic Remains," — "The History of the An-
tiquities of Norwich Castle," — " Norfolk's Topo-
grapher's Manual," and a work on the " Geology
of Norfolk." This last work was published after
his death, which took place in 1838, under the
editorial superintendence of his son, the subject
of this brief memoir, and at the express desire of
the late Hudson Gurney, Esq., of Keswick, near
Norwich, who also purchased the whole of Mr.
Samuel Woodward's MSS. and drawings, and to
whose memory this memoir is inscribed.
Mr. Woodward received the first rudiments of
his education at the Grey Friars Priory, a res-
pectable private school in his native city, con-
ducted by the late Mr. William Brooke, and the
improvement which he made under tiie guidance
of that gentleman, displayed a judgment far
beyond what might have been expected from his
years. He was passionately fond of reading, and
the avidity with which he perused history was
great, and the power of his memory was sing-
ularly retentive ; and although he was no marvel
of extraordinary genius, he had talents of no
common order. His boyhood gave reasonable
promise of intellectual success; his mind ap-
peared constantly on the stretch for information.
He used to describe his early tutor as a good
grammarian, a sound mathematician, an incisive
logician, and well skilled in the practical qualifi-
cations essential to a teacher of all the subjects
required by pupils intended for active pursuits.
He does not appear to have been idle from
the period of leaving school, for we find that
when very young, he was offered, and accepted
the humble appointment of usher in the large
boarding school conducted by Mr. Joseph Buck
at East Dereham, which he held for nearly two
years. He then (1836) entered the banking-
house of the renowned firm of Messrs. Gurney
at Great Yarmouth, where he had further op-
portunities of associating with and cultivating
the acquaintance of a few select friends, whose
dispositions and habits were congenial with his
own. He gained considerable reputation while at
Yarmouth by his strong taste for antiquarian
pursuits, and the friendships which he formed
there lasted his life-time. He well knew that
there is no royal road to fame, and that industry
and perseverance only are necessary to secure
At Yarmouth he joined with some others in
forming a sort of juvenile debating club, the
members of which met twice a-week at each
other's rooms, discussing whatever subject might
be proposed by their chairman (who was elected
by unanimous consent at the hour appointed for
their meeting), generally selected from the leading
topics of the day, political or religious, and to
these means he attributed in a great measure,
that readiness and correctness with which in after
life he displayed his powers of argument.
It was at this early period of his life that he
became through the influence of his first patron,
Mr. Dawson Turner, strongly imbued with a
taste for antiquarian studies, which was after-
wards one of his marked characteristics. During
his residence at East Dereham, his mind was
attracted to religious enquiry; and he determined,
as very many young and earnest men of religious
convictions have done, to study for the Ministry.
In order to prepare for this profession, after read-
ing with the Kev. William Legge of Fakenham,
he entered as a student at the Theological College
at Highbury. He would have graduated at
Cambridge (as he used to say), but could not
submit to the "forty stripes save one."
At Highbury he applied himself most rigidly
to the prescribed course of study, principally to
the classics; and as this was best suited to his
taste, he made rapid progress and became a good
well-grounded scholar. He passed through all
the prescribed courses at Highbury, and after the
completion of the college curriculum with great
credit, graduated as B.A. at the University of
London, and no man can obtain that degree there
without deserving it. In 1842 he accepted the
charge of an Independent congregation at Harles-
ton in his native county; and in 1843 he was
married to Miss Fanny Emma Teulon, daughter of
the well-known musical composer, of Yarmouth.
The following condensed extract of a letter
from one of his congregation, will give the general
character of the mode of public worship adopted
in his chapel: —
" Mr. Woodward was quiet, forceful, and earnest ;
he neither drawled out mournful wailings, nor repeated
forth platform fulsomeness. In his prayers, which
seemed as natural to him as song to a bird, he invari-
ably sought a blessing not only on his own little
flock, but on the whole human race. In his sermon,
his features • were lighted up by a pleasant winning
smile. He spoke fluently, and sometimes forcibly.
He talked good plain English, without nauseous
verbiage, and went straight to heart and under-
standing. He took the Saxon translation of the
Bible not too literally, nor to be as inspired as the
original languages. The two great lessons taught by
him were reverence to God, and regard towards man.
He was a good reader. He had a clear, natural voice
and delivery of speech. He had large acquaintance
with Biblical lore, yet he had gathered sweets from
Pagan literature too, and stored his mind well on
secular as well as sacred subjects — defending natural
as well as revealed religion. He was not a brilliant
preacher, but he was earnest, sincere, and pains-
taking — as liberal in religious views as a theological
school would admit him to be; but, upon the whole,
we may conclude that preaching was not suited to
his taste or his talents, for at times his discourses,
although full of fervour, contained occasional figures
and allusions not quite in accordance with evangelical
It needs not that a preacher should be always
wise — there must be a certain mixture of error in
every mortal, and in the pulpit it will never do to
hesitate to say what he thinks. Calmness will
not always answer, for the calm of the pulpit
sends us to sleep. A good preacher must give
forth all that is in his own heart on the subject
which he is discussing.
He made a distinction between religion and
the public exercise of religion. All God's laws,
he said, are to be observed without exception — as
well as those of the temporal power, when not
contrary to Divine command.
No cause of charity or occasion of relief ever
escaped him ; he pleaded earnestly whenever called
upon; and the collections made were generally
such as to testify the regard of his congregation
to the cause advocated, as well as to show respect
for their pastor.
The mind is ever restless and enterprising;
not satisfied with exciting the jealousy and
raising the admiration of the world by superior
progress in one department of science, it rambles
on to another, not perhaps suited to its genius,
in which it frequently bewilders itself, and some-
times misleads others. Uniformity of success is,
by inferior minds, frequently called "good luck; 99
but " known unto God are all His works from the
" beginning of the world," and all the doings and
dispensations of God, like Himself, wise and holy,
just and good, though poor foolish creatures may
not be able to comprehend them ; and it is only
by comparison with the ever-enduring state which
is to succeed, that this life can be called short, or
our condition in it of little consequence.
A public controversy was going on about this
time respecting the everlasting punishments of the
wicked after death. Mr. Woodward's consistency
claims respect. Speaking of Divine justice, he
thus explained his own ideas of eternal torments :
" The torments proceed principally from the
" wicked themselves who, * after their hardness
" 'and impenitent heart, treasure up unto them-
" 'selves wrath against the day of wrath and
" 'revelation of the righteous judgment of God.'
" A guilty conscience is the worm that dieth not,
" and the fire that is never quenched." The
utmost point of extreme fear is inimical to the
healthful action of conscience, and to be unduly
rigid in devotional exercises is but one degree less
bad than the indulgence of excess. Religious
faith he held to be a personal affair altogether,
since no man may redeem his brother. For a
long time a violent disputation had been raging
between partisanship of Church purity and State
corruption, and he would argue, and in a very
masterly manner too, that the State has not cor-
rupted the Church, but that the Church has, in
many instances, enslaved the State; and that there
never was a day when State corruption could vie
with the atrocities of a profligate priesthood.
We all know that the inner life is not fully
revealed by words or actions. No one can thor-
oughly understand another. But he was not
satisfied with a mere external profession. The
close of such a life as his need cause no overwhelm-
ing sorrow. Of such a life as his it is safe to say
that " the end of it is peace." He was summoned
hence suddenly — he had no death-bed confine-
ment; and it was a favourite saying of his that
" a death-bed should be the place to enjoy salva-
" tion, and not to seek it."
The dissensions and public disputations in the
Established Church of England, causing a revo-
lution not only in matters of taste but in religious
sentiment altogether, respecting sacerdotal habits
and ritualistic ceremonies which had disturbed
even Non-conformists, who now compete with the
Established Church in wealth, induced Mr. Wood-
ward to bid farewell to the ministry altogether,
and thereby become a dissenter from all sects.*
* About this time, too, he was engaged in weekly corres-
pondence respecting Church-rates, which he condemned most
Much of his time was now occupied in literary
work, and he soon gained considerable reputation
as a reader; and when, owing to changes caused
by removals and deaths, he found it no longer
agreeable to remain in the country, he decided,
on the first opportunity that offered, to go to
London, and devote himself wholly to literature.
During his residence at Harleston, amongst
those of his first congregation, he became inti-
mate with one of the partners of the firm of
Messrs. Childs of Bungay, the well known
printers of that town, whose place of business
is more easily recollected perhaps as one of the
principal places in the hook-number trade — an
ingenious method of dividing a book into sheets
or parts, called numbers, stitched in a paper
wrapper. Men termed canvassers were sent out
with catalogues of the books issued, and at nearly
every door in village or town one was left "till
" called for;" and after a lapse of some hours,
or perhaps a day or so, orders were solicited.
emphatically — and his letters on the subject, addressed to the
editor of a Suffolk newspaper, were calculated not only to per-
suade, but to decide the question.
Although a most expensive method of purchas-
ing books, yet it was somewhat convenient
for those persons who could spare, and not
much miss, a sixpence at a time, so as to
secure in a few months, or years, a copy of
the Family Bible, Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress,
Fleetwood's Life of Christ, or Bees's Encyclo-
paedia. Besides, the hawker's license, at that
time very costly, was thus avoided, by the
canvassers first securing subscribers, and then
ordering the sheets in consecutive numbers to be
periodically delivered. It turned out to be a most
ruinous method of buying books, because many of
them towards the close were carelessly worked
off on bad paper — but the trade is now nearly
extinct. It was always considered distinct from
the respectable bookselling business, and canvas-
sers were generally selected and preferred for
their volubility, which was thought more likely
to succeed with servants and small shopkeepers,
upon whom they principally relied for orders.
Nearly all the books printed and published in
the itinerant number- fashion may be pronounced
to be fit only for a lumber-room.
The head of this business, with his extensive
connexions, and large undertakings, and immense
profits, was enabled to facilitate Mr. Woodward's
advancement on the new path to which he was
turning, and highly appreciating his assiduity and
varied attainments, Mr. Childs was glad to avail
himself of his services; and thus, like many
others, including Goldsmith, Johnson, Dickens,
&c, &c, he became a reader and corrector of the
press — the usual refuge for literary men who are
Mr. Woodward's first important undertaking
at Bungay was a new edition of " Barclay's Uni-
versal English Dictionary," published in monthly
numbers at the Bungay press. In the execution
of this laborious work, his original articles, especi-
ally in the departments of biography and geo-
graphy, were so numerous that it would be hardly
too much to say that he almost re-wrote the book,
and made it the only edition worth possessing
— certainly the best of all books that emanated
from Bungay. Soon after the completion of this
dictionary he removed to London.
In 1853 appeared his first original work,
entitled, "A History of Wales from the Earliest
" Time to its final Incorporation with the Kingdom
i ' of England. ' ' No English History of that region
of mystery and fable had been written for sixty
years previously; and during that period not only
had a large addition been made to the materials
required by the historian, but an entirely new
method of dealing with them had become neces-
sary. By laborious study of ancient genuine
records, and by unremitting endeavours to discri-
minate between history and legend^ Mr, Woodward
succeeded in reconstructing the ancient chronicles
of Wales in a more authentic shape than had ever
been given to them before. By the addition of
carefully-written notices of the physical geography
and mineral wealth of Wales, with chapters on
the religion, diversity of blood, literature, lan-
guage, laws, customs, manners, and arts of the
Welsh, he made the work a very complete and
fascinating picture of the land and the people,
concluding with sentiments such as these : —
" Long may the withering demon of agitation
" leave untouched by its terrible influence the
" peaceable temperament which sways those loyal
" bosoms whose dearest associations are linked with
" the glories and the wilds of Cambria."
The corrupting inconsistencies of designing
men in every age have had a strange effect npon
Welsh people, and in no district, even to the
present day, are supernatural wonders more firmly
believed than in the remote parts of the counties
of Carmarthenshire and Cardiganshire. It was
the common belief among the Welsh that King
Arthur was still alive, and would return to reign.
Ever since the time when astrologers pretended
to predict the destinies of individuals, the fictions
of the original inhabitants of mountainous coun-
tries have passed down as truths, — the traditions
which told of spiritual and demoniacal influence.
All countries have their story-tellers varying
in different ages. Fiction is a department by
itself. The merits of Fielding and Dickens are of
the highest order; but those who can read
without blushing the grossness of Fielding, have
certainly lost that delicacy which is the greatest
charm of life; whilst Dickens has not left a
passage in one of his numerous books that is
offensive to delicacy or morality. Yet there may
be many scenes which seem to shake the soul by
superstitious terrors. Burdens on men are the
natural consequences of this — even life is some-
times called a burden, and sin is a burden, but as
Dr. Johnson says, "The greatest burden in the
" world is superstition."
Mr. Woodward not only attacked the fabulous
accounts of the pretended liberation of Wales,
but actually discovered and proved that the history
of that country was neither more nor less than a
plagiaristic reprint of Pagan mythology; and he
believed, that if ever he visited the Principality
and became recognised as the author of this
History of Wales, he would be roughly treated
by those resident Welsh who had read his book :
and he was sometimes, perhaps, rather severe in
expression, and conscious of this, he occasionally
gave utterance to a doubt as to his probable
reception if ever he visited Wales again, on
account of the fidelity that dictated his history of
that Principality. However, let us hope that the
progress of really sound useful education, such as
the Bishop of St. David's supports, free from
vain superstitions, will yet ' be sufficient to unfold
truth, and to lead all persons to discountenance
such dreamy, unintelligible, visionary theories of
invisible influences as " Corpse Candles," and not
only to shame, but also to silence the fabulous
tales that are, or have been told of Merlin.
Peter Roberts, a Welsh divine of the 17th cen-
tury, in his sketch of the history of Ancient
Britons, ridicules the ideas which were popular
in his day, and boldly rejects such intrinsically
vulgar and absurd stories ; — stories which would
be absurd and even laughable enough, if they
were not blended with religious pictures. The
Hanoverian nobleman, Herr von Munchausen
took delight in reciting amongst the peasants of
Waldech, the terrible dangers into which he had
never fallen, and the marvels which were created
entirely by his own inventions; but he never
attempted to blend them with serious fear.
Mr. Woodward assisted in writing a History
of America, to the end of the administration of
President Polk. This work had been undertaken,
and its earlier chapters were composed by his
friend Mr. W. H. Bartlett, and it was published
in the United States alone. He subsequently
commenced a History of Hampshire, but was
compelled by the pressure of other inevitable
engagements to relinquish it, after the completion
of his agreeable History of Winchester. He also
turned his attention to Beviews, and entered into
engagements more beneficial, and more pleasing
than the drudgery of editing Dictionaries and
other School Books.
In 1860, on the demise of Mr. Glover, who
had for many years filled the enviable post of
Librarian to the Queen, at Windsor Castle, Mr.
Woodward's name was mentioned to the Prince
Consort in reply to enquiries for a competent suc-
cessor, not, however, as was erroneously asserted
and generally believed, by Dr. Wilberforce, who
was then Bishop of Oxford and Royal Almoner.*
* The age in which we live is an earnest one — whatever is
pursued is in earnestness. The time for apathy in any department
has fairly gone by. The demand is for the right man in the right
place. In every age of the world there has been an idolatrous
worship of some kind or other. In one age, talent; in another,
courage; and in ours it is earnestness — and earnestness in any
wise direction is a good thing. Applications for the appointment
were super-abundant on all sides, from learned professors in our
universities to literary aspirants in obscure places. Although not
very remunerative, such as the office of Librarian to the House of
Acting on the advice of a sincere friend at
head-quarters, he forwarded to the Prince Consort
the same printed testimonials which he had sent in
when he was a candidate for the vacant secretary-
ship of a large and popular society, and to these
testimonials, and to these alone, he owed his
appointment to the office of Librarian to the
An interview took place shortly after at
Windsor Castle, when the Prince Consort recog-
nised in Mr. Woodward the qualities which he
sought, and in a few days the responsible office
of Librarian in Ordinary to the Queen, and
Keeper of the Prints and Drawings at Windsor
Castle, was conferred on him. But before the
appointment was publicly ratified and confirmed,
Mr. Woodward sought the earliest opportunity of
informing Her Majesty and the Prince that there
was one circumstance which he had omitted to
mention, and which might disqualify him for the
post. This announcement caused some surprise
Lords, yet being a post of great honour and high trust, it is one
of the few official stations within the Court circle which demands
superior talent and unimpeachable morality.
at first, but the Prince calmly enquired, " Pray
" what is the disqualification to which you
" allude ?" "It is," replied Mr. Woodward,
" that I have been educated for, and have actu-
" ally conducted, the services of an Independent
"congregation in the country." "And why
a should that be thought to disqualify you ? "
rejoined the Prince. "It does nothing of the
" sort. If that is all, we are quite satisfied, and
" feel perfectly safe in haying you for librarian."
And Mr. Woodward did honour to the office, by
his diligence, ability, and integrity.
The following, copied from the Oswestry
Advertiser of December 1, 1869, was confirmed
by the late Mr. Gore, Minor-canon of St.
George's Chapel, Windsor, who heard it related
in Mr. Woodward's presence.
" On the day of the second interview between Her
Majesty and the Prince Consort and the Librarian
in the library, the Queen turned round and asked
Mr. Woodward what he thought of the library?
Ready as he always was with an answer to any
question from any one, Mr. Woodward replied,
'Your Majesty has certainly the most splendid Book-
'stall in the Kingdom!' This reply has been mentioned
" as one of the happiest ever made by the librarian.
" The library was filled with a most exquisite collec-
" tion of valuable books, prints, drawings, and papers,
" but all in one mass of confusion; everything was then
" out of place. Now everything is in order, and this
" most magnificent and costly collection is noticed with
" admiration by every man of letters, connoisseur, and
A very small portion of the space which now
forms the library or Chester Tower, had been
devoted to that purpose before the year 1840,
when it was greatly enlarged, and afterwards
furnished with most of the spacious galleries,
rooms, and corridors, which were planned by the
late Prince Consort, for preserving the very large
and choice collection of books and valuables, and
still more for rendering these treasures of fine
art more accessible to students, and thus more
serviceable to the world. Mr. Woodward always
felt and displayed great pleasure when any of the
neighbouring gentry expressed a wish to visit the
library. On several occasions he enquired of his
friend Dr. Brown, why he did not direct his
clerical patients to visit the library, as it
was the wish of the Prince Consort, and
of the Queen, that the works there might prove
of use to all, and not be hoarded up as it were
merely for ornament or for their intrinsic value.
It is hardly necessary to say, that Mr.
Woodward, by his able and zealous discharge
of the duties of his new position, acquired the
.esteem both of Her Majesty and of the Prince
Consort; that his counsel and suggestions were
frequently sought by them on matters of Art and
Literature. Also in his intercourse with the
numerous and distinguished visitors, whether
Englishmen or Foreigners, Bishops, Statesmen,
Artists, or Authors, with whom he was brought
into official contact — he made many a strong and
In his demeanour he was ever courteous and
ready to oblige; and being able to communicate
useful information, he gained the good opinion
of all with whom he associated, so that it is
universally asserted, that for regularity, precision,
ease of reference, and excellence of arrangement,
there was no library in the Kingdom to be com-
pared with that of which he had the care and
control. Order and regularity were his ceaseless
aim and chief delight; and scarcely anything dis-
turbed him more than to find a book out of its
place, or turned upside down. He who is cateful
in little things, always takes care of great ones.
It would fill a large volume to give the contents
of the royal library — a growing collection of all
the best authors in the world — and many works,
of unique variety and beauty.
The many thousands of engravings, of which
there is here an unrivalled collection in every
branch of the art, are now so systematically
arranged as to render reference to any particular
print, portrait, or master, one of the easiest
things imaginable. A high personage was one
evening looking over a folio of portraits, and
came upon a very choice artistic engraving of
Oliver Cromwell, which was instantly put aside.
" I think," said Mr. Woodward, "that while that
" print deserves notice as a work of art, Cromwell
" was not so bad a man after all. He rescued
" the country from ruin and confusion; and
" though it is to be deeply regretted that he
" consented to the execution of Charles the First;
" yet he is believed by many to have yielded at
" this melancholy crisis to an external pressure
" which he found to be irresistible. Had he not
" signed the warrant, he might have failed to
" save the King, while he sacrificed the country
" to a tyrannical and unprincipled party, whose
" evident object was to establish Popery, and
" thus to obliterate every vestige of British
" liberty." Upon hearing these words the
portrait was taken up a second time and for
some minutes scrupulously examined; thus
affording an interesting subject for an artist's
Just afte* the completion of the painting of
the marriage of the Prince and Princess of Wales,
Mr. Thomas, one of the artists employed, visited
the library and asked Mr. Woodward's candid
opinion of the work, — " Well, since you wish for
" my candid opinion of what must be universally
" admitted to be a fine composition, I will give
"it to you briefly and honestly. You have
" assisted in producing a very interesting and
" historical work of art, but, every eye in the
" picture is directed anywhere but where all eyes
" present would have naturally been fixed, and
" where all ought to have been concentrated;
" namely, on the Royal Bride."
Thomas saw at once and for the first time,
the justice of this observation, and with a sudden
start left the library promising to return. " Why
" Woodward," exclaimed the narrator of this
incident, "you have offended the artist." " Oh
" no, he replied, Thomas is not the man to be so
" easily offended by honest criticism; he has only
" left for a few minutes' thought; I shall probably
" find him in my room meditating some alter-
" ation in the picture, if it be not too late."
There can be no pleasanter recreation in any
kind of weather than that of visiting exhibitions
of pictures. Even the villager who gapes about
him, and looks in at every shop-window as he
trudges along the streets on his first visit to
London, and to whom its common scenes are
novel and surprising, can find quite enough to
arrest his attention and amuse his mind in a
gallery of paintings. Mr. Woodward used to
recount numerous anecdotes of the startling
criticisms of sharp farming-men, while examining
rustic scenes depicted on the canvas. " See
" that," said a brawny countryman one day to
his friend; "the painter has put on the old
" thiller's collar upside down." "Aye," said his
companion, "and look at the newly-shod grey,
" with nine nails in his shoe — besides, who ever
" saw a curb on the bit of a cart-horse's bridle?"
This was art criticism; and could only a few
of the remarks of such critics be heard, we should
learn useful truths from their practical knowledge
of subjects so familiar to them in the, course of
their daily toil.
On another occasion, there were introduced in
a hay-making scene three men pitching, and only
one man receiving the prongs of hay on the rick :
"A thing," as the countryman observed, "no
" one ever did see but in a picture." A casual
observer in picture galleries might allow such
remarks to pass unheeded, but our friend,
whenever such genuine opinions caught his ear,
would instantly make a note of each, and relate
them on the first opportunity.
A friend on going into his private room in
the Castle one day, found him arranging several
catalogues of second-hand books; and on asking
whether he preserved such things? "Yes," he
answered, " I know what care has been bestowed
"in the preparation of many of them, and I
" know also how useful I have found some old
" works which are too often regarded as merely
" waste-paper, and treated accordingly. Look,"
said he, " at that one book," pointing to its title.
" This I shall immediately order, though not in
" my o\ra name, nor shall I give my address at
" Windsor, for, if I did, I should put the book-
" seller to unnecessary trouble, and perhaps
" expense, since he might enclose in the parcel
" for approval, many other books which I might
" not want, and should be obliged to return.
" There are," he continued, " many industrious
" and excellent men who deal in second-hand
" books, and to whom we are indebted for the
" preservation of some scarce works of early
" date — books that have been consigned to
" second-hand dealers by executors and others,
" and but for careful collation, would have per-
" ished in ignorant hands." Dibdin's searching
experience clearly confirms this — his account of
finding a copy of the first edition of the Bible,
with the first printed date about 1462, upon
Vellum is very interesting. It was discovered
upon the shelves of a Leipsic bookseller, after
having lain there for many years. And when
paper was expensive, it was a common practice
for bookbinders to use old letters and pamphlets
in securing and padding up between the covers
and end-papers. ' Mr. Woodward himself rescued
many curious documents which had been used in
this way, and among them he found some con-
nected with the royal family of Stuart. "And
"it is a lamentable fact that there are others
" who do little else than cater at enormous
" profits, for the gratification of the profligate
" and the vicious."
It is to be regretted that many books, pub-
lished in the 16th and 17th centuries, are now
much sought after on account of their poisoning
infidelity and disgusting Ucentiousness.
Original sketches and drawings of the works
of the great masters are carefully labelled and
distinctly classified in their respective compart-
ments in the library,
The royal miniatures, painted by the most
distinguished artists, are judiciously arranged in
drawers in th6 print-room. In short, all the
contents of this valuable collection are so skil-
fully arranged that any article can be found
with perfect facility, and without the slightest
loss of time.
A catalogue of the entire library, with all the
drawings and prints, is now in course of prepara-
tion. A valuable copy of Coverdale's Bible, of
the date of 1535, in excellent condition, is pre-
served in one of the glazed table-cases; but a
perfect copy of Miles Coverdale's Bible is yet
unknown.* Many other illustrated books and
rare manuscripts enhance considerably the attrac-
tion of this interesting repository. Here also is
the Psalter in Latin, on vellum, printed at Mentz
by Fust and Schoiffher in 1457 — the . first book
* The cause of its rarity, even in an imperfect state, is obvious
enough. Many a copy which had survived the cupidity of the
searchers in Mary's reign, was negligently treated by the posterity
of their first possessors; being placed in dark, damp holes and
corners.. Besides many of these earlier copies of Protestant
Bibles were burnt at Smithfield, and Oranmer's own funeral pile
was perhaps lighted with the leaves of his own Bible ! — Religious
persecution is always the most keen and cutting.
ever printed with a date, and the first printed in
colours: and consequently very valuable. This
edition affords a matchless effort of the art of
printing, and is the earliest specimen of Gothic
type upon vellum.
These noble galleries must be visited to be
fully appreciated. The landscapes seen from all
the windows of the library are very beautiful;
and it seems somewhat surprising that pictures
have not been painted from them to set forth the
varied beauties of each season of the year. From
one or two of the windows old Thames can be
traced, for miles, winding his "silvery way"
through verdant and extensive meadows; from
others, as far as the eye can reach, may be seen
a forest of elms and oaks, diversified with noble
mansions and village spires. Many of the large
clumps and long double rows of forest trees in
the "Home Park" were planted in commemora-
tion of the births of the children of George the
Third. And from another point of view the
"antique towers" of old Eton Chapel contrast
strikingly with the modern viaduct of the Great
Western Railway, which is two miles long. And
from another window, on a fine day, the eye
wanders over a wide-spreading horizon till the
vision is gratified by a view of the Crystal Palace
at Sydenham. The Castle, one of the noblest
structures in the world, has proved a rich subject
for the pencil of many renowned artists, which,
while it exhibits no sign of change or decay, and
displays no old buttresses and Norman arches in
ruinous dilapidation, is a complete specimen of
English grandeur, gigantic magnificence, and
exquisite workmanship ; and some really charm-
ing views are being taken of the various situations
selected by Mr, Ward, a talented artist of Leicester,
who is now employed by Royalty in producing
water-colour drawings, treated with high artistic
skill, which are likely to secure fame in the rank
of Roberts and Cattermole.
The storms which sometimes pass oyer the
Castle at night, are described by Mr. Woodward
as awfully grand ; while the sighing of the night-
wind in the tops of lofty, towering trees produces
a pleasing melancholy, and creates a solemn
Mr. Woodward's duties as librarian, far from
preventing, facilitated his engaging in various
In 1863, with the judicious intention of com-
bining amusement with instruction, he started
The Fine Arts Quarterly Review, and undertook
the editorship of this promising work, which,
supported by men of eminence in art and litera-
ture, soon became popular in Great Britain,
France, and Germany; but as it was adapted
chiefly to a class of men not numerous enough
to secure its commercial success, it was, after the
publication of several parts, discontinued. A
good capital is required to establish a quarterly
review, and a still greater capital to commence
and carry on an illustrated review— but genius
seldom displays a clear perception in money
The precarious condition of Mr. Woodward's
health for several years previous to his decease,
was evidently occasioned by his attending too
closely to the duties which devolved upon him,
and yet, he still continued to work indefatigably.
He was never satisfied with what he had done,
but when one work was completed, he invariably
engaged in another, with unflagging perseverance
and unwearied energy.
Many times during the last twelve months
of his life he has been heard to say to his
familiar acquaintances, and indeed to his medi-
cal advisers also, that he supposed he "must
" die, and this to convince them that he was
" not in health, but was really suffering from
" exhaustion and pain."
The interchange of sympathy with friends
seemed necessary to his very existence; and
perhaps it might be reasonably concluded that
he enjoyed a considerable share of this valuable
treasure. But it was never sufficient to satisfy
the cravings of his heart; and hence, like the
flower which opens to the genial warmth of the
morning sun, but closes to the darkness and cold
of night, his feelings seemed not unfrequently to
retire within himself, and those who were not
familiar with him might conclude, though wrong-
fully, that he was somewhat reserved.
He had arranged with a few friends, only a
short time before his death, to make a sort of
pilgrimage to that retired and yet renowned spot,
Stoke Poge's Church, the favourite spot of the
immortal Gray, whose works he frequently quoted,
and for whose poetry he often expressed great
admiration ; — though much greater for the char-
acter of Gray's mother. She maintained the
family during even the lifetime of her abandoned
husband, and the Poet wrote her epitaph thus : —
" The careful, tender mother of many children, one
" of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her."
Other similar little trips into the country had
been frequently proposed, but were postponed till
their accomplishment became impossible. Thus :
" Procrastination is the thief of time ;
Year after year it steals, till all are fled,
And to the mercies of a moment leaves
The vast concerns of an eternal scene." — Young.
Not that Mr. Woodward was a procrastinator
— far from it. All his serious engagements were
attended to; but whenever selfish enjoyment, or
personal gratification, was the only consideration,
he displayed perfect disinterestedness. In his
literary undertakings he had not been successful,
and although his income had never exceeded that
which a frugal housewife requires, yet he was too
ready to listen to the suggestions of others, and
too sanguine in his own expectations. This was
made especially manifest on his starting the Fine
Arts Quarterly Review, in which he unfortunately
associated with persons whose connection proved
so untoward that he had not even a chance of
success. Not having sufficient funds of his own
to advertise the work fully, it failed — whereas it
is now believed that, under more favourable
circumstances, it would have proved a profitable
affair; but all worldly prospects and promises
lead to disappointment— and yet, doubtless, it is
better that it should be so. We are too apt to
be fond of earth, and to cling to it with all its
evils and iniquities. We want something to
deliver us from its snares and deceptions.
How often do we see a mere speculator
amassing a large fortune — building a grand
house, and keeping his carriage, while authors
and editors are hardly able to procure a subsist-
ence. Money appears to be essential to success.
In France it is proverbial that talents command
money; in our country money too frequently com-
mands talent. In Europe and America writers
commonly receive respect; but in England they
are, especially if in needy circumstances, too
often slighted. The bond between writers and
printers in foreign countries is their stronghold,
and by it they overcome all opposition and secure
eminence. In England, on the contrary, printers
and publishers, for whom we entertain high re-
spect, become affluent; while authors, who are
the originators of their success, are too often
treated, with neglect, and suffered to sink into
" We have," says the Athenaeum of April 20, 1872,
the greatest respect for publishers; but on looking at
the names of the Committee of the Copyright Associ-
ation some evil-minded persons may remember who
they were who, once upon a time, combined to protect
the lambs from cruel enemies. All literary property
originates in the exertions of authors; publishers
acquire an interest in it only through their dealings
with authors; and one would have expected to find
that the governing body of this Association would
contain at least as many men of letters as members of
'the trade' Yet the honorary secretary to the Associ-
ation is a publisher; the treasurer is a publisher; and
of the fourteen members of the Committee nine are
publishers, whilst only three are authors by profession.
" This is a little unfortunate — not to say much too
Prudence, it may be urged, is seldom the dis-
tinguishing characteristic of authors, and from
the want of it, many who might otherwise have
enjoyed considerable comfort, are reduced to
poverty in the decline of life. Such conclusions,
however, are not always correct. We have
known some careful and prudent men crushed
by domestic calamities, and consumed by inevi-
On the last day of January, 1867, Mr.
Woodward had been invited to give a lecture at
St. James's School-room, Clapham, " On Early
" Christian Art." A numerous and highly re-
spectable audience assembled on that occasion,
and the lecture was unanimously applauded, as
being both pleasant and instructive.
Mr. Woodward elucidated his remarks by
some clever specimens of the various styles of
art from the earliest Christian date down to the
present time. He represented ancient art as the
embodiment of human beauty ; but modern art as
too often the handmaid of doleful idolatry. He
advocated the reading of the best authors on the
lives of painters, sculptors, and architects, and
lamented that this part of general history is too
often neglected in our schools, though, if duly
studied, it would be found entertaining and pro-
fitable. What, argued the lecturer, can display
more detestable impiety than the assurance that
a portion of the column of oriental jasper which
was brought from Jerusalem in 1223, is identical
with that to which the Saviour was bound at the
scourging ? In many churches in Italy are to be
found bronze statues of heathen gods, decorated
with sumptuous trumpery, adored by the devotee,
and received as Christian saints. In St. Peter's
at Borne, Jupiter is set forth as St. Peter himself.
In many churches in England we now see the
ancient Egyptian charm against witchcraft con-
spicuously dangling in gaudy embroidery about
the pulpit and communion table-cloths; and, let
us ask, what beauty or truth can be associated
with the pictorial exhibition of George and the
Dragon in the memorial ("Te-Deum") window of
the National Chapel at Windsor? What can the
Mythic and Pagan romance of George and the
Dragon have to do with symbols which illustrate
the life of our Lord ?
This lecture was reported in the daily news-
papers and scientific magazines, and was generally
described as an epitome of the history of art, and
calculated to convey information on many import-
ant matters which call for distinct illustration.
In the same year a neat little volume, pub-
lished by Messrs. Longmans & Co., entitled,
" Youthful Impulse and Matube Beflegtion,"
with some fugitive Poems and Translations, was
dedicated to Mr. Woodward. The profits of the
work were intended to aid the funds then raising
for the proposed Royal Albert Literary Institute
at Windsor. An eligible site in the centre of
the town had been purchased, and great efforts
were being made to erect a suitable building in
memory of him who, during his connection with
this country, was foremost in every work which
had for its object the good of society. It would
be seemingly absurd to insinuate that such a
work could not be accomplished in the midst of
resident royalty and a long list of aristocracy;
but the inhabitants of the town who take an
interest in the advancement of literature and art,
are few in number. The place now used as the
Mechanics' Institute has been frequently con-
demned as unsuitable for the purpose to which
it is applied, being a miserable old house, dilapi-
dated and ill-ventilated, and quite incapable of
improvement. It is hardly possible to conceive
anything more inconvenient than the interior, ex-
cept, perhaps, the approach and entrance from
the street. This want of decent accommodation
had attracted the attention of the subject of this
memoir, and had led him to act in concert with
those who had publicly come forward to assist
in carrying out a plan for a new building, which
has been universally admired and applauded as
worthy of the town of Windsor and its immediate
vicinity. The elevation was most appropriate
and elegant — the arrangements were in harmony
with comfort and convenience — plenty of light
and ventilation were secured, and a large lecture-
room, with many class-rooms, were well arranged.
The total sum required in the estimate did not
exceed J64000; but an unfortunate movement —
of party character — upset the whole scheme, and
tended to draw out personal invective, ending in
" hatred, malice, and uncharitableness " between
those whose position alone might have augured
good things, if they had acted with unanimity
and encouraged usefulness; but now there appears
little or no chance of ever seeing the Royal Albert
Institute at Windsor, which commenced with such
pleasing anticipations, ever erected and flourishing
in Sheet Street.
On the 23rd February, 1869, Mr. Woodward
delivered a lecture on "The Study of History,"
under the presidency of the author of this
memoir. This was the only occasion on which
he spoke in public at Windsor, and the lecture
was attended by most of the professional men
of the town and neighbourhood. It was delivered
in the room of the Mechanics' Institute, and the
place afforded unmistakeable demonstration of its
unfitness in every respect, and especially its un-
suitableness for the reception of ladies. The
apology usually offered to every stranger who
came to lecture in that building was offered by
the members of the committee to Mr. Woodward.
To their expression of regret for the want of
accommodation, he briefly replied, "The company
" appears to have been inconvenienced in more
" ways than one."
The correctness with which he portrayed the
different epochs of history, and the clearness
with which he illustrated the subject, will be
long remembered by those who had the privilege
of hearing him. He dwelt particularly on the
expediency of forming a good library, connected
with the Institution. "Books," he observed,
' of reference upon all subjects are invaluable
i for acquiring or recovering an accurate know-
' ledge of any one subject to which we may
' consider it advisable to devote our attention.
' Good encyclopaedias and dictionaries of the
' arts and sciences are most useful for saving
' time, and furnishing prompt and satisfactory
' information on the subject to which we refer.
' As the true value of a library consists not in
' its extent and number of books, but in the
' worth and usefulness of them, those persons
* who present worn-out and worthless volumes
' contribute little or nothing to the cause of
' social improvement; while, on the contrary,
" those who contribute standard works on Natural
" History, Science and Art, Biography and Gen-
" era! History, in sound condition, confer on
" society a lasting benefit, and one which will be
" long and gratefully remembered." His atti-
tude and action proclaimed the modest orator,
untrammelled by the critical laws of elocution.
His political allusions proved him to be liberal
in his views. "Men," he said, "will form
" opinions according to circumstances, and it
" is but right that they should be free — and
" history is composed of the actions of men."
He exhibited a penetrating and commanding
intellect, not deeming it an impropriety, how
strong soever the prejudice of fashion and party
might be, for a man to express himself clearly
whenever a change comes over his unbiased
judgment. He sketched the different public
characters of each succeeding age. He defended
the rights of individuals, and the constitution of
the country — boldly opposed and condemned all
abuses, especially those that occur in educational
endowments. He expressed the highest respect
for the public press ; and asserted that its inde-
pendence was entirely owing to a liberal govern-
ment. Political reforms, in his opinion, were
the only sure, logical, and legitimate modes of
producing social reforms.
Cromwell was an educated Cambridge scholar,
and instead of being indebted for his power to
ignorance, he had studied almost to madness, and
was as keen as his uncle Hampden on all ques-
tions which occupied the deepest minds of that
unrivalled age. He did not gamble, but he
struggled for a principle, and may be placed on
a parallel with the great despiser of all philoso-
phers, in that country where they were never
Nor did Mr, Woodward omit to dilate upon
the modern (imperfect) mode of appointing the
governing bodies of provincial boroughs. For-
merly the chief magistrates and permanent justices
of the peace in large towns were selected for their
loyalty, independence, and learning; now, how-
ever, it is very different, and not unfirequently we
see men appointed as justices of the peace who
are by no means staunch to the throne — are
violent party politicians, ignorant of the first
rules of grammar, and totally unacquainted with
the principles of the constitution.
Throughout the lecture he did not fail to
represent the amity and respect which was now
general among persons agreeing to differ in modes
of faith: — owing, as he advocated, to the preva-
lence of a deep draught from the great and
almost the only pure spring of education unac-
companied hy arrogant and overhearing dogma.
There was a place somewhere near London
consisting of eight houses only, all fully occupied,
named Eton Villas or Eton Terrace, where all
lived in perfect harmony, visiting each other in
the most friendly manner, and yet no two of the
different residents went to the same place of
worship. This was quoted as an instance of
practical Christian charity.
Without a note before him, he entertained
his audience considerably beyond the time usu-
ally occupied by such addresses. He introduced
throughout subject for reflection, and at the close
a vote of thanks was ordered to be recorded on
the minutes for the instructive and interesting
lecture, delivered, as it had been, in language at
AJ' " . . It-BW^WT"^
once elegant and simple. The Windsor news-
paper thus noticed the meeting in its weekly
news : —
" The talented lecturer, the Queen's librarian, Mr.
B. B. Woodward, exhibited a command of language
that is not easily attained, a wide erudition, a thorough
acquaintance with ancient and modern chronicles —
and the discourse altogether, a fine specimen of English
composition, delivered in an easy, conversational style
that was delightful to listen to, was not only replete
with sound teaching for the student, but was full of
practical advice, from one who is himself an able his-
torian, for the advantage of future historiographers."
The more we think of his social worth and
public value, the more we regret that he has
passed away from us so suddenly and so soon.
Like a truly conscientious historian he neither
introduced nor omitted any circumstances, except
as he felt that he was authorised and supported
by sound sense and simple truth. His religious
opinions would appear at times to clash with the
" high" professions now put forth by some of the
clergy of the Established Church. He was an
advocate for true catholic order, and opposed not
only to sectarian but to all intolerance. His chief
aim seemed to be to Jive in harmony with " all
" sorts and conditions of men." One of his fav-
ourite sayings was, whenever discussion arose in
the presence of opposing theologians, "The Word
" of God, reverently spoken, is good everywhere
" and anywhere" Whenever he launched out on
the broad walk of controversy, he declared himself
with convincing force. On one occasion, when
debating rather warmly with a clergyman of no
ordinary repute, on the subject of schism, he gave
utterance to the following assertion, which was
preserved in writing at the time and lately handed
to the editor of these notices : —
" Without endeavouring to reconcile conflicting
opinion with my own religious views, I know too
well from experience that great odium has been
brought on the truth of Scripture by the unseemly
brawls of infatuated or fanatical men professing the
same doctrinal points; therefore, I think it is much
better and safer that a hundred sects should exist,
than to hear that impiety, blasphemy, hatred, malice,
and all evil passions, disgrace the temples where
ministers pretend to worship none but the One Eternal
Spirit. They forget the precept which teaches to
'keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace/ "
Frequently, when discussing the character of
theologians, he spoke in a melancholy strain of
the truth that John Calvin, that good man,
caused Servetus, a Unitarian, to be burned alive
in the market-place at Geneva; and, to aggra-
vate the crime, Servetus had a pass which, he
supposed, would ensure his safety. Yet Calvin
was generally a mild man, and his doctrines
and followers are all opposed to persecution.
"Alas!" observed Mr. Woodward, "God left
him for a short 'time— a short moment; and,
by his own unaided power, he could not
"stand — he fell; and has left a stain on his
" character which will tarnish it to the end of
" time." "What then?" he continued: "God's
" truth is not changed because man is weak. We
" receive that truth from man instrumentally ; from
" God alone authoritatively." No one is sin-
less. Noah got drunk; Lot committed incest;
David was guilty of adultery and murder; Peter,
with oaths and curses, denied that he knew his
Lord : — yet these were all children of God. Any
man left to his own evil heart must fall — and it
is preposterous to question the wisdom of the
Almighty. The sense of this keeps the true
Christian humble, but does not make him less
desirous of sanctification.
Whenever an opportunity offered, his kindness
to young men, the friends or sons of his acquain-
tance, was actively displayed in forwarding their
efforts or wishes to obtain a livelihood by honest
industry, and, in many instances, he has helped
them to procure respectable employment.
He said kind things with the simplicity of a
child. He delivered conscientious opinions with
the dignity of a man. There was neither obscur-
ity nor prevarication in anything that he said or
did — concealment of purpose was not among his
foibles. He one day remarked, when speaking
seriously about another life, that, how much so-
ever he might love the present world, yet his
views and hopes of the never-ending after-life
were supremely figurative and highly dignified;
and he ended by quoting the line of Pope: —
" Oh ! grant me honest fame— -or none at all ! "
His usual promenade before breakfast, at
Windsor, was on the Royal Slopes, where he
solaced himself with moderate smoking of the
soothing weed which Pope Urban VIII. detested
and which Pope Pius IX. loves — tobacco, which
the Nuncio of P. Pius denominated "Herba sanctae
" cruris," which has contributed and does con-
tribute so much to the comfort as well as benefit
of many. He had recourse to many of the
advertised specifics for complaints apparently
similar to his own, until he was informed, as a
caution, by the late Mr. Brown of Windsor, that
in "most of these anodyne medicines opium was
" known to be the chief ingredient; that that drug
" would in a short time, if immoderately absorbed
" into the system, disorder the imagination, and
" probably impair the intellect." This friendly
admonition he mentioned more than once to the
Mr. Woodward's mornings were generally de-
voted to reading or writing, except when dictating
to his daughter, who acted as his amanuensis
while he paced up and down the room. When-
ever he had the opportunity, which offered gener-
ally every day at the Castle Library when the
Court was at Windsor, he found great pleasure
in the company and conversation of literary men ;
and it was the general remark of all who visited
the library that the conversation of the librarian
was at all times learned, various, and rich.
The following sets forth Mr. Woodward's
ready wit: — Dining one day, in 1867, at the
Castle, with equeries and other gentlemen of the
Royal Household, one of the guests, a foreigner,
was distinguished by the general keenness of his
appetite. A spirited debate arose respecting the
superiority of the breach-loading gun over the
muzzle-loader — one of the party remarking that
it was the best invention of the kind ever intro-
duced. The foreigner alluded to seemed to differ
in opinion from the rest of the company. Mr.
Woodward was appealed to for his opinion. He
at once replied — " One of the honourable dispu-
" tants is, most certainly, a distinguished muzzle-
* ' loader ! ' ' This jeu d' esprit
" Set the table in a roar/ 1
and was heartily enjoyed by all, except one, who
was too busy with his dinner to perceive that a jest
had been uttered and that he was the object of it.
For many years there has been an increasing
display of antiquarian research, and very few of
the Society of Antiquaries, of which he was a
Fellow, excelled Mr. Woodward in mediaeval
knowledge. In the freedom of social intercourse
he expressed his sentiments very clearly, not only
with reference to the authors of his own day,
(with many of whom he maintained constant cor-
respondence), but to those antiquaries who would
impose upon us the absurd suggestion that their
authors were masters of magic-arts, consulting
with spirits in a very peculiar way, and that
they commanded demons and compelled them to
minister to their designs. For all such advo-
cates he entertained a thorough contempt.
He possessed an accurate and extensive know-
ledge of geography, and was also skilled in the
science of mineralogy. Of all the necessary
requirements in a useful education, geography
takes a high and important place in the scheme
of attaining knowledge — but Mr. Woodward says
in his treatise that geography is not understood
in England, on account of the imperfect mode of
instruction. He advocates the necessity of the
teacher's being capable to impart this branch of
education; and that could only be secured by
legislating for qualification by public examination
of every one, male or female, who take upon
themselves the profession of teacher.
Hitherto the subject has been generally left
to the home governess, and not esteemed worthy
of the same serious attention that is bestowed on
history, languages, or mathematics — but geogra-
phy is closely allied to all these. Many educated
people speak of geography as merely a subject
for childhood, and that consideration alone in-
duced Mr. Woodward to compile his "First
" Lessons in Geography," and wherever it has
been used, it has been pronounced a proper
desideratum in the curriculum of school or home
Many youths of fair knowledge in Greek and
Latin frequently display unpardonable ignorance
in the truths of geography. Of this the late
Professor Arrowsmith remarks that the low place
of that science in the general course of mental
training is an object of special remark of learned
Mr. Woodward has endeavoured, in "First
" Lessons," to impress upon the mind of the
pupil a due regard to being careful so to under-
stand geography as a mathematical science, and
that a map is a representation upon a plane sur-
face which is, in reality, a rounded surface or
sphere. The terrestrial globe should be con-
stantly consulted as the best and easiest manner
of understanding the surface of the earth. The
whole of the treatise is devoted to the science
which it professes to explain, and there is no
better or clearer book on the subject in the cata-
logue of school-books than " Woodward's First
" Lessons in Geography."
His disposition was cheerful, and though his
temper might have been occasionally hasty, it was
always under the control of a kind heart; and
although a man of genuine wit, he took pains to
conceal it. His company was much courted; but
though he enjoyed good society, he never allowed
it to steal him away from those studies which
attracted him more forcibly than other pursuits.
He was an excellent father, and model of conjugal
affection. His manners were gentleman-like and
unassuming — equally free from artifice and as-
option. VdM th^hoot hi, e^
extraordinary equanimity, neither elated with
mirth nor dejected by sadness. He was large-
hearted and generous — parsimonious in nothing
but time. He has been frequently heard to
declare that he could not exist without occu-
pation. He knew no other ambition than that
of knowledge. His . complexion was clear and
light, his forehead high, his eyes very expressive
and animated, his hair chestnut and curling
naturally, his stature of moderate height (neither
tall nor short), his person well developed but
inclined to be corpulent. The expression of his
countenance was pleasing; his voice was sweet,
yet manly and sonorous; and his clear reasoning
in conversation invariably affable and instructive.
He was universally popular with persons of all
ranks ; but he appeared most amiable when seen
in playful intercourse with his children.
Although his reading was very extensive, he
could quote readily important passages from the
authors that he had perused, for he seemed to
remember whatsoever he had read. Judicious in
apparel, while he avoided finery, he was always
neatly and suitably attired. Even in very cold
weather, he wore only clothes enough to keep
him moderately warm.
The portrait facing the title-page of this brief
memoir was taken in the Orangery, at Windsor
Castle, by H.K.H. Prince Alfred, (the Duke of
Edinburgh,) who, upon all occasions, manifested
a friendly pleasure in the society of the librarian,
and who has kindly sanctioned its introduction
Mr. Woodward's loyalty exhibited itself on
every suitable occasion, and once in public very
forcibly and firmly. While travelling on the
Great Western line between Windsor and London,
at a time when reports were circulated which had
. Wency to u£ *• dUpnte aad fa. dunag,
the fair fame and the domestic habits of persons
of the highest distinction, some one in the same
carriage with the librarian attempted, by indirect
insinuations, to revive the foul and unfounded
defamation. Mr. Woodward sprang from his
seat and denounced the cowardly hint as a
"cursed lie," and energetically threatened to
publish the slanderous defamer's name if he could
discover what it was. But patient contempt
has long since silenced all such scurrility.
He had been engaged for some months (under
the sanction of the Queen) with Sir A. Panizza,
K.C.B., and Dr. Sharpy, on a "Life of Leonardo
da Vinci," which is preserved in the Royal
Collection. He had also, only a few hours before
his death, completed the MS. of a Monogram of
Windsor Castle, illustrated by photographs, and
designed as a gift-book for the Christmas season.
This work has been since advertised, as published
by Mr. Moxon of Dover Street, Piccadilly, at six
guineas and ten guineas, and with it a volume
entitled "Specimens of the Drawings of Ten
Masters from the Boyal Collection/ 9 illustrated
by photographs by Mr. Ernest Edwards; and a
translation of "La Torre," by M. E. Beclus. A
" Cyclopaedia of History and Chronology" was
commenced by Mr. Woodward and the learned
historiographer, Mr. W. L. B. Cates, who has just
finished the work; and critical notices speak of it
as a very useful book.
As a critic of the fine arts, Mr. Woodward
displayed candour and sincerity, which aimed
only at the conveyance of correct information.
He possessed an art, peculiar to himself, of fixing
attention on the object which he criticised, and
by this he benefitted all who came within the
scope of his observations. He would dilate, in
conversation, on the works of Baphael, as well as
on those of Albert Durer. He repudiated the
partially received opinion that, in unguarded
moments, Baphael fell short of that superiority
which h. faLuM his prf. and pLJ
his renown to this very day. For more than an
hour one morning, a short time before his death,
he amused and indeed instructed a small party in
the library with a folio of the works of Albert
Durer; and on exhibiting a very fine engraving
from Durer's Crucifixion, two of the party could
not restrain their feelings, but, in the exuberance
of devotional delight, saluted the engraving, much
to the amusement and admiration of Mr. Wood-
ward, who observed that he could u hardly wonder
" to see so much delight displayed; but if the
"mere copy could produce such ardour, what
" would the original painting draw forth ?" No
man living had studied the works of Raphael to
greater advantage than Mr. Woodward. They
were the theme of his panegyric at every oppor-
tunity; and although Albert Durer came next in
his estimation, as one of the greatest artists ever
born, yet, in comparison and argument, he would
fall back on Raphael — and often, in ecstasies,
while descanting on and extolling the great merits
of the "Homer of Painting," would wind up by
exotoing that on mm j of ft**-* £J
studies an air of inspiration was stamped, which
made them appear somewhat more than mortal.
Whenever the surgeon to the Royal House-
hold and Mr. Woodward met in the library,
they engaged in some enlivening conversation;
and, on one occasion, Mr. Brown gave an in-
teresting account of an interview that he had
had with the Prince of Wales and Earl Eussell,
which was answered by Woodward with a really
hearty laugh. And laughter, when seasonable
and good-natured, though frequently accompanied
by tears, is universally allowed to be not only
a sign of present enjoyment, but also a source
of healthiness. The noisy, hollow laugh of the
senseless sensualist, or the boisterous noise of dis-
sipated revellers, or "the loud laugh that speaks
the vacant mind," is not to be confounded with
the mellow, good-natured laugh of the innocent
and pure, whether young or old, whether male
or female. Every sound opinion, as Mr. Wood-
ward observed, is now respected, and even "risi-
" bility is denied to be an exclusive property of
" man, unless it springs from thought, for even
" dogs are observed to laugh." His Koyal High-
ness told Earl Eussell on that occasion, alluding
to the seeming weakness of the infant Prince, his
eldest son, that he was occasionally apprehen-
sive lest the delicacy of the babe should impede
his growth, more particularly as he was a seven
months' child, at the same moment appealing to
Mr. Brown, who was just then in singularly good
spirits, and who accordingly assured his Koyal
Highness that he had no cause for apprehension,
and that he must feel convinced of this if he
reflected on the robust health, ceaseless activity,
and lengthened life of Earl Russell, who was also
a seven months 9 child. To this the Prince, evi-
dently delighted, said with a smile, " Come,
" Lord Bussell, when I look at you and call to
" remembrance your long, laborious, and useful
" life, and at the same time consider thoughtfully
" what Mr. Brown has just now so very oppor-
" tunely uttered, I ought never again to express
" the slightest anxiety, or to feel the least uneasi-
" ness about my child's delicacy."
Although not engaged anywhere as a regular
preacher, he was always ready to assist when
properly called upon. One morning, in London,
he met a brother minister who requested him to
officiate at a Congregational Church in Begent's
Park. Being at some distance from his home, he
inquired whether his present costume would be
suitable. Having on a dark great-coat, he was
answered in the affirmative. In a few minutes
he ascended to the pulpit, but finding the place
somewhat warm, he took off his over-coat, and
presented himself to the congregation in his
morning dress, which was not black. Forgetting
this, he delivered an impressive discourse on a
very serious subject. When he retired into the
vestry one of the wardens observed as delicately
as he could that Mr. Woodward's appearance was
scarcely in accordance with the solemnity of his
sermon. The remark rather disconcerted him;
but he who made it forgot that, while "man
" looketh at the outward appearance, God looketh
" at the heart."
If other names or circumstances are mentioned
in this short memoir, it is merely to illustrate
some features in Mr. Woodward's character.
The present Royal inmates at Frogmore
House, the Prince and Princess Christian, dis-
played continually their high sense of the libra-
rian's intellectual acquirements and agreeable
society by their uniform attention to him. He
was often welcomed to their residence, and was
privileged and pleased to wander in the grounds
of Frogmore. Here, too, he frequently met his
friend Brown, who had been the constant medical
attendant on the Duchess of Kent — but whether
in attendance on his Eoyal patient, or in the
society of any of the Household, he was always
simple and sincere.
Some years ago he was consulted by the
Queen and Prince Consort respecting the de-
clining health of the Duchess of Kent. Mr.
Brown's views of the case did not accord with
those expressed by other medical men, who inti-
mated that in all probability the Duchess would
soon end her earthly career. Mr. Brown stated
to the Queen and Prince Consort that he could
see nothing to warrant such a conclusion; but
that, in his opinion, the Duchess might be spared
for many seasons more. The Queen placed im-
plicit confidence in Mr. Brown's treatment, and
to his special guidance the Duchess was consigned.
By unremitting care and incessant watchfulness
her life was subsequently prolonged for seven
years and a-half.
On the 16th of March, 1861, the Duchess of
Kent expired after quietly taking leave of those
around her; and Mr. Woodward, although but a
very short time known at the Castle, evinced his
participation in the general grief by forwarding to
various periodicals some interesting details setting
forth the amiable disposition and kind conduct of
her whose loss was universally lamented.
During the arrangement of the Castle library,
and when nearly completed, he had very frequent
interviews with the Prince Consort; and Mr.
Woodward felt this to be both an honour and an
advantage. He appreciated highly the pleasure
derived from the Prince's courteous conversation,
and the valuable information communicated by
his well-stored mind. This intercourse lasted
only a few months; but that was long enough to
prove that the Prince liked the society of Mr.
Woodward, and to lay the foundation of a deep
and lively reverence and regard for his Royal
Highness in the bosom of the librarian. Under
these interesting circumstances, Mr. Woodward
felt a sincere and deep personal regret for the
loss which he sustained when deprived of that
kind notice which was so gratifying to his feel-
ings, and of that sound discrimination which was
so valuable to him in performing the duties of
his office. His personal privation caused Mr.
Woodward to sympathise more tenderly with the
national sorrow called forth by this unexpected
calamity, in "life's very prime." This sad event
was followed by deep and universal mourning.
All were made keenly sensible that they had lost
a friend, whose earnest aim and effort was at all
times to benefit every individual in the country.
It must be universally acknowledged that,
while the Price's heart glowed ever with uni-
versal philanthropy, his chief sympathies were
devoted to a constant desire and a benevolent
endeavour to improve the condition and to con-
tribute to the comfort of the industrious poor.
Two good men have been taken from our
midst. Let us hope that they are re-united in
that blessed eternity where there will be neither
sin, nor sorrow, nor separation.
Mr. Woodward often visited the gardens of
Progmore during the progress of building the
mausoleums erected there — one to the memory of
the Duchess of Kent, and the other to the Prince
Consort; and after his walk one morning, the
writer enjoyed an hour with him, when he gave
a cursory account of caverns and gardens which,
as he observed, have always been destined for
places of burial. Elijah was buried in a grotto ;
Lazarus at Bethany; Joseph of Arimathea near
Golgotha, where our Lord was entombed; and
all the sepulchres of Jews, which have been found
to contain immense treasures with their dead,
were scrupulously held as sacred. Abraham
bought the cave of Hebron for his wife Sarah and
himself, and after him Isaac and Rebecca and
Leah; Rachel's tomb was in a garden near Eph-
ratha; Jacob was buried with great pomp by his
son Joseph; and Joseph and all his brethren were
buried in the same place; Moses, by order of
God, was buried in Moab ; Miriam, his sister, at
Kadesh; Aaron, at Hor; Eleazar and Joshua, on
the mountains of Ephraim; and all kings have
had places upon which some grand mark of their
sepulture was preserved. Religion gives sanction
to the custom, and no nations were more jealous
of paying funeral honours than the Egyptians,
Greeks, and Romans.
The tenderest attachment, combined with Chris-
tian piety, is manifested in the consecrated portion
of the garden of Frogmore by these splendid speci-
mens of a daughter's and a widow's love.
And how can we refrain from expressing our
high sense of the discretionary care which Queen
Victoria has at all times exercised by setting a
good example ; and if any of our future sovereigns,
or their family, should be interred inside St.
George's Chapel, may the putrefaction emanating
from those hot-beds of miasma not prove a source
of malignant disease.
It was quite refreshing to hear Mr. Woodward
dilate on the power and beauty of colouring, as
displayed in the interior of the Eoyal Mausoleums;
and although he was no painter, yet he had an
eye peculiarly capable of appreciating the har-
mony of colour; and, in his opinion, the diver-
sity of the mosaics and the brilliancy of the
marble columns, heightened by the finest polish,
are calculated to produce the sublimest concep-
tions of artistic excellence, and to lead to contem-
plation on the solemnity of the place. That of
the Duchess of Kent, both in external and internal
decoration, deserves all praise ; but the interior of
the Prince Consort's is certainly the more splendid
of the two — and yet in both the brightest colours
are so harmoniously arranged as to present a most
agreeable spectacle to the eye, while the quiet tone
of the whole is calculated to impress upon the mind
a feeling of deep solemnity and serious thought.
When the Prince of Wales's son was born,
Mr. Brown alone was in attendance, and was
deservedly congratulated on the success which
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accompanied his medical management. After
that event it was several times asserted, and once
publicly announced, that the "honour of knight-
" hood had been conferred on the surgeon of the
Not one of his numerous patients and friends
showed greater respect and admiration for him
than the librarian at Windsor Castle.
A circumstance occurred about this time which
strongly sets forth the noble and dignified candour
of the Prince of Wales.
Mr. Brown intimated to his Highness on the
evening of that eventful day (January 8, 1864)
that the important crisis was approaching, and at
the same time suggested the propriety of sum-
moiling Sir James Clark and Sir William Jenner.
It was then too late in the evening to pursue
the ordinary course in such a case. The electric
telegraph at the Windsor office was closed for the
night. On this the Prince inquired "what was
" to be done?" Mr. Brown spoke of the imme-
diate dispatch of express messengers. The Prince
agreed, and promised to give the necessary orders
In a few hours the Princess was safely de-
livered of a son — but the event happened so
unexpectedly that suitable provision had not been
made for the reception of the new-born babe.
The next morning both the London doctors
arrived, and were evidently vexed because they
had not been summoned the night before. They
plainly blamed Mr. Brown; and on their meeting
at Frogmore, their first question was — "How did
" it happen that we were not made acquainted
" with all this last night ?" "I consulted with
" the Prince/' Mr. Brown quietly replied, "and
" he promised that he would send special mes-
" sengers to you without delay."
On hearing this the two doctors anxiously
sought and soon obtained an interview with his
Koyal Highness. The Prince, perceiving in a
moment the dilemma in which he had placed
Mr. Brown by his own omission, accompanied the
doctors into the room where Mr. Brown then was,
and, laying his hands on Mr. Brown's shoulders
with friendly condescension, expressed his deep
concern for his forgetfulness. Thus, he nobly and
honourably exonerated Mr. Brown from all blame*
This, as Mr. Woodward observed, on hearing
of the event, was "dignified in the Prince, and
" honouring to Mr. Brown."
The royal surgeon, a few seasons afterwards,
passed away from this earth, leaving behind him
a character renowned and revered for humility,
sincerity, and loyalty.
The writer knows that great pains were taken
to obtain a photograph of Mr. Brown at that
time, in order to place it among those that were
then published in illustrated papers in connection
with this interesting event. But in vain was he
waited upon and solicited by artists from London
and Cambridge. His retiring nature shrunk from
ostentatious display. He had a good heart, and
that will make a man illustrious. Talents without
a good heart are frequently a nuisance, and make
the possessor conspicuously infamous.
His remains were buried in the same grave
with his two sons in Old Windsor Church-yard.
No grand display — no pompous procession was
there. All was solemn and impressive. All was
sanctified by sincere sorrow, deep love, and un-
sullied reverence. A few private friends, among
whom were the editor and the librarian, followed
the remains of their departed friend and saw them
deposited in the silent grave.
The Burial Service was read alternately by
the Vicar of Old Windsor — one of Her Majesty's
Chaplains, and the Vicar of New Windsor —
Reader to the Queen, in a most impressive
manner. Everything was conducted with orderly
It was evident that only one feeling pervaded
the assembly, and that was sympathy with the
mourning family — Mr. Brown's only son, who
was present, and his widow and daughter.
"Thus," said Mr. Woodward, "our friend
" passed away from us, and it is distressing to
" part with one so good and so useful."
While we ponder and reflect, the words of the
inspired penman suggest themselves to our minds
— "all go unto one place; all are of the dust, and
" all turn to dust again."
The deep sound of the big church-bell awakens
in the breast of listeners a sense of their, own
mortality, and the certainty of their own final
change. The good man was borne to his resting-
place at the age of sixty-seven, after an illness of
a few weeks, during which he expressed his own
conviction that his life was fast drawing to a
close; nor was he unprepared in a religious
point of view, for his spiritual guide, says con-
cerning him : — " I have attended many on their
" death-bed, but never saw one more deeply im-
" pressed with the solemnity of his condition
" than Mr. Brown. He well knew that death
" was drawing near, and he met it with a Chris-
" tian's hope, in Christian faith.' ' He departed
this life on the 24th of October, 1868, at his
residence in Windsor; and no one of his numer-
ous friends and acquaintances mourned for him
more sincerely than Mr. Woodward. In a letter
to a Norfolk friend, he writes : —
" The late surgeon to the Household has just
" been summoned to his rest. He will long be
" remembered by those who knew his uniform
" cheerfulness. I miss him — for although he
" could do me no more good than others of his
" profession, yet he invariably urged me to sus-
" tain a state of moderate alacrity as the best
" antidote for my consuming complaint; and he
" never said this without exhibiting in his counte-
" nance unmistakeable marks of solicitude. He
" was one of the very few medical men who per-
" ceived that something was wrong in me, but
" could not tell what."
The personal introduction of the writer to Mr.
Woodward being somewhat singular, is related
here for the purpose of showing how (sometimes)
trifling occurrences lead to interesting results,
and events, that might at first sight have seemed
trivial, introduce and establish abiding benefits.
The late surgeon to the Royal Household, who
for many years included Mr. Woodward among
his patients, asked one morning whether the
editor would like to see the Queen's Library, and
on being answered in the affirmative, and shown
the following note, received only the day before,
Mr. Brown offered at once to accompany him : —
" Buckingham Palace, 9th Oct., 1866.
" Mr. B. B. Woodward presents his compli-
ments to Dr. Kibbans, and begs to thank him
very sincerely for his kindness in sending him a
copy of the ' Essay on Sudden Death/ which he
received safely yesterday afternoon.
" Mr. Woodward would be very happy, at
some convenient time, to show Dr. Bibbans the
Koyal Library, if it would be agreeable to him."
Mr. Woodward was in the library when they
.M. .nd, on being introduced, ie took Dr
Bibbans's hands in his own and observed, " You
" and I are of the same family stock." " I. am
" not aware of it," was the reply ; when with a
kind smile he continued, "I was born in Norwich."
" So was I," answered Dr. Bibbans, "but I have
" not been there these fifty years." "We both
" bear the name of Bolingbroke," said he; and,
mentioning many family names, he added, "If
" we could manage to visit the old city together,
" you would, I know, be welcomed. The old
" ones are not all gone, and there are many
" young ones who spring from the old stock."
Conversation followed which inspired and in-
creased mutual confidence. Lunch being ended,
after a short pause he added — " Well, well, this
"is a singularly interesting meeting, and we
" must talk over our family affairs at some future
"time. Let it suffice, for 1 this morning, that
" you inspect some of the valuables in the print-
" room, which, with my explanation, cannot fail
" to afford you gratification; and I shall be happy
« at any time to receiye any friend whom you
" may hereafter feel disposed to bring with you."
When they parted that morning, Mr. Wood-
ward's expressions and manner, particularly on
approaching the equeries' entrance to the Castle,
clearly displayed a desire to please, and to know
more .bout conamgoineoua connection This
reception proved truly agreeable to the editor,
who did not for a moment expect it, since his
long estrangement from all Norfolk connections
had occasioned almost total forgetfulness of every
one. Yet the names of many places, together
with little matters of gossip, had been frequently
recalled to memory, without the remotest idea of
connecting Mr. Woodward's name with his own,
until the unexpected interview in the library.
On visiting him the next day, and compar-
ing notes on family matters, there could be no
doubt about the relationship, which warranted the
endeavour to establish it — amongst other matters,
the excellent qualities of their maternal parents
were feelingly discussed.
He spoke of boyhood comfort, and it appeared
that he enjoyed it in perfection— for his mother,
he observed, was large-hearted and always cheer-
M, her two most conspicuous traits beig truth
and modesty — an exact parallel with the writer's
mother, who, in very deed was a perfect pattern
of neatness, piety, and maternal perfection.
He was often pleased to express his appro-
bation of the following lines "On the Sudden
Death of the Author's Mother, affectionately
inscribed to his Cousin Ellen, wife of Admiral
White, Kockwood, Newton Abbott": —
"One wish she often breathed, when I
Could catch her every word and sigh,
As hand and hand together, —
Through verdant fields at close of day
We watched the sun's departing ray
In Spring or Autumn weather.
"And oh! how often has she prayed
Without one anxious fear betrayed,
That swift might be her final sigh,
That she might sleep in calm repose,
And bid farewell to all her woes,
And find it really good to die.*
"And so it was — for Heaven is kind,
And ever gentle and resigned,
More trustful every day she grew —
Her years at length fourscore and three —
Passed on in sweet serenity,
And then she vanished like the dew.
"This wish imbued her living thought —
This blessing earnestly she sought,
That death might softly, gently creep;
And coming on with stealthy pace
Might fold her in his strong embrace,
And lull her into tranquil sleep.
"One Winter night her spirit fled,
And she was numbered with the dead,
Gone from her friends — from all below, —
Cold on her couch — with placid look,
Her hands were crossed upon that Book
Whence only solid blessings flow.
♦When reading the Litany she substituted Self-destruction
for "Sadden Death," believing the words as they stand in the
Prayer Book to bear that meaning.
"Her life on earth was counted long —
Her hope was like an anchor strong
To win the fight and wear the crown; —
The conflict o'er — her race is run —
We know she needs no earthly sun
Now that from earth her soul has flown.
"We know she dwells among the blest —
No strife nor sorrow there molest,
Nor human grief, nor mortal pains —
But holy Beings ever raise
A song of worship and of praise
To Him who died, and lives, and reigns!"
In relating many little occurrences which
happened in their families, there appeared suffi-
cient proof of that affinity which each desired to
During the numerous interviews exchanged,
he never displayed the least reserve, but on all
occasions expressed sentiments of gladness and
regard— encouraging personal interest in each
other; and it was highly pleasing to listen to the
anecdotes of his early days, which he was fond of
When very young, he said, that he had heard
a tale related of a little boy about six years of
age, who had managed to scramble up into a cart
which had been left, with the horse unattended,
in a road near a windmill at Scottow, not far from
Norwich, and, childlike, had taken the reins and
urged the horse forward, just as the miller had
set in motion the sails, one of which struck the
animal in the cheek and killed him — the child
escaping by jumping out of the cart. Part of the
l-Vto taLV ~ for y^ ™ible in
the framework of the mill sail, and the accident
was well remembered by many who were then
living. That boy, whom Providence thus spared,
was the editor of this memoir; and Mr. Woodward
said that he always remembered the tale when-
ever he saw a windmill.
The editor of these fragments esteemed it a
favour, in the order of Providence, to have en-
joyed the acquaintance of Mr. Woodward even
for so short a period. Nor can it be wondered at
that he should wish to add a few subordinate
opinions or explanatory actions to the memoir, to
say nothing of the correspondence, which he is
desirous of saving from oblivion.
Several times he mentioned an intention, which
he had entertained, of giving a lecture on the sub-
ject of Marriage with a Deceased Wife's Sister;
and the Mowing sentiments, repeated over and
over again to the editor, coincide with his own.
All Christendom, said Mr. Woodward, saw nothing
unscriptural and unnatural in sanctioning such
unions in this country, in conformity with the
practice of other kingdoms to which our own
people often repair for the purpose of consum-
mating such unions. There cannot be anything
more absurd than that which is asserted in the
" Table of Affinity "—that "It is unlawful for a
" man to marry his grandmother." If any young
aspirant to the honour of matrimony should so far
forget himself as to solicit the hand of his grand-
mother, we trust that the old lady "mil bestow her
" hand in such a way as to make his ears ring."
Why a man should be debarred from marry-
ing his deceased wife's sister, Mr. Woodward,
as well as hosts of others, never could discern.
Imagine two sisters, of whom a young man chooses
one for his wife, and shortly afterwards, by acci-
dent or sickness, she dies. What law in nature
declares the living sister to be ineligible for the
widower's wife now, when she was perfectly eligible
two or three months ago? That which is nn-
natural meets and merits the reprobation of society
— but, not unfrequently, a wife on her death-bed
urges her husband to wed her single sister, that
her children may be saved from the uncertain
kindness of a stepmother. This, one would ima-
gine, is sufficient to prove that such marriages
ought to meet with universal approval, and how
it agrees with Lev. xviii. 18, where it is com-
manded, "Neither shalt thou take a wife to her
" sister to vex her, besides the other in her life-
" time" Here is authority which decides that it
is lawful to take a wife's sister after the wife's
decease — otherwise what is the meaning of the
text quoted? If such prohibition had been in-
tended, argued Mr. Woodward, it would have
been pointed out when the Sadducees mentioned
the woman who married seven brothers in succes-
sion. Jewish lawyers always encouraged such
marriages, particularly where young children were
left. Many Protestant divines have deprecated
the prohibition. The Romish Church does not
oppose such marriages, and with Nonconformists
Mr. Woodward had more than once joined in
petition to Parliament to alter the law. No one
can see anything nnscriptnral in these marriages
except a bigoted section who ignore the name
In the Colonies the Sovereign has to sanction
what is prohibited in England ; and the people at
large have laughed to scorn this outworn relic of
ecclesiastical bigotry, which had its rise in the
This is a very scanty outline of the manner
in which Mr. Woodward treated the subject, but
shows his opinion of the law.
It having been widely circulated by newspaper
paragraphs, as well as in short accounts of Mr.
Woodward's life, that the present Bishop of Win-
chester was the first to recommend Mr. Woodward
to the notice of the Queen, the following letter of
inquiry received a courteous reply from the Bishop,
which proves the fallacy of the original report.
" The Laurels, Clewerhill,
Windsor, July 3, 1871.
" My Lord Bishop, — You will, I am quite
sure, not only pardon me for the liberty I take
and the trouble that I give, but will kindly inform
me whether the report be true that you intro-
duced to the late Prince Consort my relation,
Mr. Woodward, as librarian at Windsor Castle in
about the year 1859. Permit me also to ask
whether your Lordship has any objection to your
name appearing in a memoir now preparing of
that useful and good man? My aim being to
arrive at the truth in every detail collated of him.
" I well remember his mentioning to me the
enjoyment he always felt in your company.
" I have the honour to be,
" My Lord Bishop,
" Your obedient faithful servant,
" F. BOLINGBROKE BlBBANS.
" The Bight Bev.
" The Lord Bishop of Winchester."
"Winchester House, July 4, 1871.
" Dear Sir, — You have not at all over-stated
my high opinion of your relative ; — but it would
not have been within the scope of my duties to
recommend to her Majesty any librarian, heartily
as I rejoiced in Mr. Woodward's appointment.
" I am truly yours,
" S. Wintor.
" P. Bolingbroke Kibbans, Esq., LL.D.
" The Laurels, Windsor."
The gentleman who was consulted by the
Prince Consort respecting a librarian at Windsor
Castle, and who urged Mr. Woodward to send in
immediately his printed testimonials, is pleased to
call it merely a " felicitous accident;" therefore
he says, in a letter to the editor, "I can claim no
" credit for the recommendation of him. The
" discredit would have been had I overlooked him
" at the moment. All I had to do in the matter
" was, as soon as I was informed of the Windsor
" librarianship being competed for, to urge Wood-
" ward to send in those testimonials directly, and
" inasmuch as my letter contained in them attrac-
ted notice, owing to the circumstance of my
<? connection with the Lord Chamberlain's office,
" I was sent for to Buckingham Palace, and so
was able to confirm by oral testimony the pre-
viously written one. That is really the extent
of my good offices, which Woodward, with his
wonted goodness of nature, would always look
at through a microscope, accountable for per-
haps from his haying then a brother in the
British Museum, who had charge of all sorts of
scientific machines. . I have already explained
that the service I rendered him, though it
was done most gladly and willingly, was the
result of a happy accident. To have missed
the opportunity would have been, on my part,
a demerit — to have taken occasion by the fore-
lock can scarcely be accounted a merit.
" If you will hearken to my advice, you will
oblige and gratify me much more than you
would by carrying your present proposal into
execution. Dedicate your work to the memory
of Hudson Gurney; and inasmuch as brevity is
as important to a dedication as it is to wit, I
venture to curtail your proposal very consider-
ably, and for reasons besides brevity. You
have ascribed to H. G. virtues he did not pos-
sess — patronage of art, science, and literature;
' and patriotism and philanthropy. He was a
i very odd compound — a most charitable man as
' regarded his private benevolence, bat as little
' of a philanthropist as yon can imagine. It
' would take too much space and time to dis-
' criminate him. To call him a patriot might
' raise him from the tomb — not with surprise,
6 but as a man with a grievance — for he held
' patriots in slender esteem. Do not fancy that
' I did not highly esteem him, or did not sorely
' miss him when he departed; yet he was the
' friend and patron of the elder Woodward,
' as well as the son. The father, a most
' remarkable man, Mr. Gurney esteemed highly,
' and greatly befriended; and thus you can put
' on record two facts most honourable to one
* who uniformly did good by stealth."
By his former marriage Mr. Woodward had
three daughters, who survive him. By his second
he had one son, who was educated at Merchant
Taylors' and the London University Schools, and
who is now in the banking-house of Messrs.
Bobarts & Company, Lombard Street.
His library, including many valuable works,
was sold on the 18th and 20th February, 1869,
by Messrs. Sotheby & Co., and the contents
fetched fair prices.
Letters, and extracts from published papers
and private correspondence are given without a
word of comment, except an expression of sur-
prise at the incongruity and contradiction of
sentiments, professedly entertained by one of the
In the Athenceum of October 16, 1869, the
editor says : — " When Prince Albert was in want
" of a librarian, a gentleman and scholar, with
" little interest as the phrase goes, with only a
" few testimonials and slender hopes of success,
" had [at the suggestion of Mr. Donne, who had
" been consulted by the Prince Consort on the
" subject of a librarian] an interview with the
" Prince, who at once recognised in him the
" qualities Prince Albert required, and intrusted
" to him the care and arrangement of the Eoyal
" Library. The gentleman was Mr. B. B. Wood-
" ward, who had formerly been a reader at Childs'
" of Bungay, and we believe he had been trained
" for a Dissenting Ministry.
"After the Prince's death the Queen re-
' tained this most efficient officer, who, till a few
< days ago, served her with singular zeal, frank-
1 ness, and deference. Mr. Woodward's valuable
' services were lost to her Majesty on Monday
' last, when disease of the heart suddenly de-
' prived him of life. It is not enough to say
i of him that he was B.A. of the University of
' London, a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries,
' an editor and an author of repute. Mr. Wood-
' ward was emphatically a man. The Queen is
4 not the only one who knows the perfect way in
1 which Mr. Woodward carried out the Prince's
' views for the improvement of the Koyal Library
' at Windsor. He well deserved the measure of
' esteem which her Majesty entertained for him,
' and the friendly manner in which the Princesses
1 and their brothers used to hold intercourse with
' him. . Outside his official duties and his learned
' labours, Mr. Woodward was one of the heartiest,
1 most cheerful, and good-tempered" — or as ex-
pressed by the Kev. Mr. Duckworth's letter, "he
' was one of the kindest and most companionable
' of men. His mirthful face lit up the room when
' he entered, and his well-stored mind refreshed
' the memory of his hearers. He rendered a ser-
' vice as readily as he forgot that he had done it;
' and although his office as Royal Librarian was
' perhaps the worst paid and requited in the
' world, Mr. Woodward was as happy as the
' royal personages whom he served, and whose
' appreciation of him was to him a sufficient re-
' ward. He was one of those men whose names
' never cease to call forth a comment of regard
1 or affection from the friends who live to mourn,
1 to remember, and to honour them."
The sorrow evinced at his death was pro-
found, and participated in by the literary world
In the very next number of the same periodi-
cal, the Athenceum, whence the above is copied,
the printer of Bungay writes thus to the editor: —
" Five-and- twenty years ago Mr. Woodward re-
" sided in this neighbourhood, and we esteemed
" ourselves fortunate in retaining his services in
" literary work, for which he was abundantly
" fitted by his large attainments, and knowledge
" as varied as it was exact. I am constrained to
" add," writes Mr. Childs, "that, in your slight
" summary of the character of Mr. Woodward,
" you have hardly conveyed a just impression of
" the mental accomplishments and moral worth
" of my honoured friend."
And yet in a letter bearing the same date as
the above, addressed to one of the contributors to
Mr. Woodward's biography, in reply to a request
made that Mr. Childs' name might be appended,
as printer, to the lines here given (then in MS.)
on Mr. Woodward's sudden death, which had
been forwarded to Bungay, Mr. Childs says,
« You will, I a* so™, 2& me to grati* ij
" own taste by omitting the name of the printer"
" as my relations with Mr. Woodward were such
" that I should be unwilling to have my name
" attached to any work of an eulogistic character"
The receipt of this letter occasioned the im-
mediate withdrawal of the MS. from the hands of
the proprietor of the Bungay press.
These are the lines alluded to : —
" On the Death of Bernard Bolingbroke Woodward, Esq.,
B.A., Lond.; F.S.A.; Librarian in Ordinary to the
Queen. Affectionately inscribed to Belatives and
"Come, mourning souls, suppress your tears,
And pause amidst distressing fears;
Indeed 'tis painful thus to part
With one we cherished in the heart.
Yes, 'tis our portion here below,
For mortals must affliction know —
This pathway all must travel o'er
To reach that calm and happy shore,
Where there are neither pangs nor pains,
Where happiness for ever reigns.
"Here, we must meet perplexing cares —
Here, we encounter cruel snares —
Sere, we are oft cast down, distrest,
While troubles rack the tortured breast.
But oh! be you confiding, brave,
And look beyond the gloomy grave.
Many have tried, and found at length
That in themselves they have no strength.
Wipe, — and lift up the streaming eye,
And look for help and hope on High.
On earth we mourn through toil and strife,
The grave's the gate that leads to life.
With peace and praise for ever blest,
How precious is the heavenly rest !
Bear with the Cross that weighs you down,
Look to the bright, unfading Crown. —
Press onward, — upward, — progress still, —
Behind you cast off every ill;
Waiting with patience for the end,
When you shall join your more than friend,
Where not a single cloud can rise
To mar the bliss beyond the skies,
Where holy raptures fill the soul
Long as Eternal ages roll."
In the next number of the Athenceum, the
editor of that journal very properly vindicated
himself from the charge, or rather insinuation,
which had been unnecessarily brought against
him; and in a dignified, satisfactory, and grace-
ful manner reiterated, in few words, his high
esteem for Mr. Woodward in every relation of
" The late Mr. Woodward, the Queen's lib-
" rarian, was engaged on a 'Life of Leonardo
" da Vinci.' Mr. Childs of Bungay wishes to
" state that we have not, in our account of Mr.
" Woodward's death, conveyed a 'just impression
" 'of his honoured friend; ' — and yet we said that
" Mr. Woodward was not only a scholar, but
" emphatically a man, which he was in the best
" sense of the word."
After a career of usefulness as an author,
it must have been a source of gratification to Mr.
Woodward to find himself highly esteemed by
some of the most renowned and honourable
characters of the age. Nothing could have been
more pleasing than to hear him speak of those
who sigued the testimonials which he sent in
when he was a candidate for the librarianship at
He richly deserved such friends, and he knew
well how to appreciate them.
Mr. Woodward frequently attempted to de-
scribe the acute pain which he endured, and he
detailed with clearness and simplicity the vari-
ous symptoms of his malady to those who min-
istered to him some relief. Almost every day
at noon, for a long period, he drank off in a
wineglass of sherry about a dessert-spoonful of
finely pulverised charcoal which acted as a sort
of sedative until luncheon.
It was evident to those immediately about
him that he suffered much; but yet his important
engagements yielded daily occupation. His fam-
ily, trusting perhaps to his personal appearance,
though his constitution was never robust, were not
alarmed. In his letters to the Editor, descriptive
of his own convictions respecting his health, there
is a warmth of feeling and a tenderness of affection
which certainly emanated from the heart.
No ^ ™ ever enjoined, end therefore
there «m be no bread, of eonMe^ in publishing
private letters which testify to the state of Mr.
Woodward's health during the last three years of
"Windsor Castle, 4th Nov., 1866.
" My Dear Doctor, — It is very kind of you
to bear in mind what I said to you when we
parted, and I thank you for being considerate.
" It requires constant attention to keep things
here in proper order, and I may perhaps at times
display a little unsatisfied impatience ; but when
motives are laudable, such appearances will be
" I took this morning a long walk in the
Home Park, for I like to saunter on the grass
when it is dry, and I indulged in the thought to
which the contents of your letter led me, and the
agreeableness of a lonely walk was enhanced by it.
"It is dear to one who is no poet that the
lines you left with me possess ' thoughts that
"You will receive this evening by my manipu-
lator the little work by 'An Old Sailor/ which I
finished reading last evening. It contains sound,
strong truths, and sets forth some solid, substan-
" I cannot guess the i knight author's 9 name.
" Believe me very truly yours,
"B. B. Woodward."
" Buckingham Palace, 10th Jan., 1867.
" My Dear Coz., — If you can leave by the
early train, I can meet your appointment any-
where within sound of Bow Bells, and I will go
with you to the place where formality reigns so
as to swallow up and absorb the very solid life
and substance of spiritual worship. It seems
hard to break off intimacy and intercourse with
an old cherished companion, even after being con-
vinced that he was leading and even luring astray
to error; and yet old ties, even when wisdom
urges and necessity compels, cannot be severed
without pain and regret. In a great many other
parish churches there is excess of form, and when
reflection on mere forms in religious exercises
comes over us, we sigh that men should depart
from the simplicity recommended by the great
Gentile Teacher — unscripturally marring and
mutilating the ordinance of their Master's ap-
pointment, and introducing another for which
there is not a shadow of authority in the Book of
Truth — and all for what? if it be not with the
aim of usurping power over the human mind.
" It is to be a great gathering, and therefore
we must be early.
" Very truly yours,
" B. B. WOODWABD.
" Dr. Kibbans."
"Windsor Castle, 13th Feby., 1867.
" My Dear Cousin, — Although here for only
an hour or so, yet I must write to acknowledge
your kind thought about me, and I will try to
answer your objection to going into a church with
the head covered. The taking off one's hat on
entering any building dedicated to the service of
God, when that service is not being carried on,
must be left to the discretion of every one; but
we cannot, without idolatry, denominate one
stone, or one brick, or one door, more holy than
another — and therefore to take off one's hat on
entering a place of worship can only be done as a
sort of decency — a fashionable custom. It may
not be done with any impression that the place
is more holy. It were therefore the grossest
idolatry, on entering a place dedicated to God's
service, to pay any direct or implied adoration to
any piece of furniture, utensil, or particular part
of the building. A story occurs to me just now,
not quite inapplicable here : —
"Dr. Johnson was one day walking with a
friend, when they met a third person, who saluted
them and passed on. That, said Dr. Johnson,
when the individual was out of hearing, is a very
religious man. 'Why,' said his friend, 'to my
knowledge, he has not been inside a church for
many years.' 'No, sir/ said the doctor, 'I know
that ; but he never -passes by a church without taking
off his hat to it. 9 Such religion as this would
hardly suit me — it would never do for me, Paul,
to the Corinthians, discusses the point of covered
and uncovered, but only with respect to those
actually engaged in the worship of God. He
recommended ladies to be covered, and men to
be uncovered, and therefore, perhaps, the proper
mode; but Paul makes the matter of so little
importance that he ends the whole by saying —
' But if any man seem to be contentious, we have
no such custom. 9
"Here then let us rest, and think no more
about such trifling matters. The remainder when
you come. Adieu. Ever yours sincerely,
"B. B. Woodward."
" Buckingham Palace, 1st March, .1867.
"My Dear Cousin, — It quite cheered me
when I received your kind letter yesterday. A
letter from a friend is always welcome to me and
prized by me, and calls for gratitude and gets it.
" You do me only justice when you conclude
that I take deep interest in all that concerns you.
Glad am I to know that you receive enjoyment
from the things around you. May you ever have
that blessing ' that maketh rich, and addeth no
"As for myself, you wish for some good
account, and I really have little to give. At
times I am fearfully confused in mind, and greatly
distressed in spirits. I reflect in deep waters
where there is no standing. My days are fre-
quently passed in pain, and my nights in tossing
to and fro on my bed. Were I to write otherwise
now to you, I should be a hypocrite — forbid that.
You recommend me to try the Turkish bath —
that would never do for mycomplaint.
" As you conclude your letter, so will I mine
— * God is too good to be unkind, and too wise
" That you and all yours may be happy, not
merely in time, but for evermore, is the hope of
" Yours most faithfully,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Ribbans."
" Windsor Castle, 1st May, 1867.
" My Dear Doctor, — I hoped after all to see
you in the afternoon, for Dr. Fairbank* kindly
promised me a ride to the Laurels — but I had a
small irruption of a lord and a lady, and was
detained too long.
"I am sorry your friends cannot come on
Saturday; but I hope they may succeed another
time. I am just off to town, and so write hur-
riedly. To-morrow afternoon I go away, but I
shall be down on Saturday, and probably again
before I attempt to take my holiday.
" I am wonderfully better to-day, having been
as bad as was desirable yesterday.
" With my best regards to your ladies (as my
little bachelor-friend . . . always says),
" I am yours most truly,
" B. B. Woodward."
" Buckingham Palace, 15th May, 1867.
" My Dear Cousin, — This east-wind has half
hilled me. I was at Windsor to-day, but could
* The present surgeon to the Royal Household at Windsor.
not adventure so far as the Clewer — cottage of
content. To-morrow I hope to go to Seaford, to
be for a week or two absolutely idle — if I cannot,
you will have seen the last of me very soon; for if
I should have to 'give up? the end is withii* an
easy calculable time ; but where can a gauge be
found for mental tear and wear ? I want to see
you for a long discussion and talk on your MS.,
and I yet hope to have it when sea-air has done
me some good service. I send you photographs
of my daughters you did not see.
" During the absence of the Court, you will
have no question put to you about passing to the
library through the lodge entrance, as I have
made your name familiar there, and your own
face is now pretty well known, and every barrier
will be removed on presenting yourself.
" Give my best regards to Mrs. Kibbans and
your daughter, and accept my right affectionate
" Ever yours,
"B. B. Woodward.
" P.S. — I was informed yesterday that the
editor of that charming book entitled, ' Birming-
ham and the Hardware District/ was a pupil of
yours — if so, I congratulate you on his happy
Less in pr^dng^book of «hd« vJ?"
" Seaford, near Lewis, 29th May, 1867.
" My Dear Cousin, — Your kind letter hath
followed me here, where I have been as idle as
possible, with some benefit to my health, though
not so great as I hoped for — the weather has
been so fickle, and at times even bad ; and I have
contrived to disable one of my legs, so as to limit
my locomotive powers very considerably.
"I am no great advocate for solitude. It
was a saying of old that ' He who is pleased with
solitude must be either a wild beast or an angel.'
Those who prefer living without society, are
generally remarkable for their natural defects or
perfections — they must possess something very
savage or very supernal. Another old man says
that all our pursuits are baubles, except four, i.e.,
' Old books to read,
Old wine to drink,
Old wood to burn, and
Old friends to chat with.'
" Thank you most truly also for your thoughts
of my health. As for the 'Keview/ as soon as
No. IV. is out, it is doomed to sleep again until,
or unless, I can awaken it more effectually. But,
you see, I can't help myself in the matter of the
work — I must do it, or fare worse. It was anxiety,
originally springing from my not resorting to extra
work for five years, that undermined my health.
€ Work does not kill,
Tho* worry will/
" I cannot answer all your inquiries — I will
not call them questions ; they are too interesting
for that. The High Church, which appears
favourable to your son, I thought settled between
ourselves. Certainly the emptying one fold to
feed another cannot be pleasing to the Chief
" My wife joins me in kindest regards to you,
Mrs. Bibbans, and Cousin Bella, and
" I am yours always,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Bibbans."
" Buckingham Palace, 7th August, 1867.
" My Dear Coz., — My sister, who, in my
estimation, is clever as well as good, has ex-
pressed to me her approbation of your religious
works, which, I presume, embody your own views.
She thanks you sincerely for the books that you
have sent her.
"The papers which I now return to you I
have carefully perused, and I would not do such
a thing for any other person; but with you, and
for you, I could do anything with the utmost
pleasure — therefore you must not again apologise
for asking me ; and as you wish for my opinion,
I have endorsed it on each subject.
"1. The Holy Scriptures contain all that
the true God has been pleased to reveal of Him-
self, and are therefore highest authority in the
language in which they ^rere dictated — but in
translations we must depend on, or bear with,
human learning, which at the best is but a feeble
substitute for the original language.
" 2. Immortality is a difficult subject to
comment upon — lying, as it does, beyond all
that is earthly. Mortal strength perishes and
passes away, powerful empires disappear, and
man 'goeth to his long home.' I cannot recon-
cile the condition of the impenitent with your
description, although it is true we do sometimes
see men steeped in ignorance and iniquity. To
such, the bare thought of immortality must be
enough to lead them into madness, and to goad
them on to suicide.
" 3. Providence is the sleepless foresight
and fatherly care of the Almighty in providing
for the temporal wants of all His creatures, and
in guiding and guarding His children through all
the snares and sorrows — through all the trials
and temptations of this world's wilderness, into
the lot of their everlasting inheritance.
" 4. 'Prayer/ as you say, 'is converse with
God/ and may be wafted in a sigh, or in a groan,
to Him who 'ruleth the earth, be it ever so dis-
turbed.' Prayer is secret intercourse and spiritual
communication with 'Him who is mighty to save.'
It consists not in any form of words, nor in any
particular gesture of the body — but it is sanctified
" 5. Piety
" 5. Piety must be accompanied by sincerity.
The quality of the stream will be similar to that
of the spring. If you wish to purify the river,
you must begin at its source.
" 6. Kegeneration or New Birth — 'Ye must
be born again/ The word which is here trans-
lated again (avuOcv), signifies a] so from above. A
new and holy principle is implanted in the heart,
and infused into the soul. A change is wrought
— a mighty change — as wonderful as that which
first called a world into existence out of nothing ;
and wrought by the same Divine Power that
' moved upon the face of the waters.'
" Your description of my own powers are too
partial, especially in confiding to me these articles
upon the most sublime subjects.
" Hoping to see you soon,
" I remain,
" Yours always most truly,
" B. B. Woodward.
Native air seems to have invigorated him for
he says : —
" 13th September,
" 13th September, 1867.
" My Dear Cousin, — I have been to Norwich,
in behalf of an Industrial Institute there, and
returned on Wednesday last, I am charged by
my sister to express to you her very warm thanks
for your kindness to her. How strange Norfolk
must sound to you after so long an interval —
fifty years did you say ? If you were to inquire
after the Bolingbrokes, you would find just two
of the old family in the old rank — no more. All
the rest, under other names, are nowhere. I am
wonderfully well when in Norfolk ; but as soon as
I come back I find my old enemies at me again.
To-day I have been only half alive, from my
cough. If I know one day beforehand, you shall
hear, for I should much like to see you before you
go. My own folks return your kind feelings, and
"lam always yours most truly,
" B. B. Woodward."
In his next letter he writes thus : —
" Buckingham Palace, 17th Sept., 1867.
" My Dear Cousin, — What will you think of
me if you hear that I was at Windsor yesterday ?
Not without great effort, I went. Hear, however,
the reason of the thing. I received a note from
the Bishop of ... in the morning to say
he was going to show his family over the Castle,
and would like to show them the library too, if I
pleased. So I ran down and did the needful, and
returned at once when it was over, for I have
such a heap of things to do on my back as I never
had in my life before. I have made a mark or
two in the proof I return to you — I your patron !
You did not tell me that you had yourself ever
lived in Norwich, although you must have been very
young then. That upsets a most charming line
of family heraldry I had laid out. What a pity!
" I hope you will enjoy your holiday, though
how you should I don't know, for your life is now
all holiday. So enjoy the change. Tou do not
say a word about your wife and daughter. Have
you been to the county court, or whatsoever it is,
and got rid of them ?
"Is F married? The Times says
nothing of it, and there are no cards. Do you
"HI can, I will send you word beforehand of
my going to Windsor. If I can't, I am sure you
will forgive me.
" I am, as always,
" My Dear Doctor,
" Yours right truly,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Kibbans."
[In the train when last I came from Windsor
were several very voluble persons, three clerics
and two others, who, contrary to first-class eti-
quette, seemed bent on ecclesiastical questions
and theological discussion, alternately supporting
or suppressing the orthodox view of the Liturgy.
One applauded the faculty of hurrying through
the service as fast as possible, under the notion
that he is the best priest who can say or sing the
greatest number of prayers in the shortest time ;
another contended that the people were forgetting
their respect for the parish clergyman — thereby
neglecting their regard for the sacred office ; and
all seemed to agree that there is now very little
mutual respect for each other — and one went so
far as to express his own amiability, that he
hoped soon to have a Living of his own, that he
might then snub his curate as he had himself
been snubbed by his rector !]
" Buckingham Palace, 18th Oct., 1867.
"My Dear Cousin, — I returned from the
Continent on Tuesday last at near midnight, and
I was at Windsor for a general survey of things
on the following day. I find myself of course
blockaded by arrears of all sorts, and I can
scarcely foretel my movements ; but come to me
at the Castle on Monday next. I hope to greet
you well. I am myself feeling somewhat better
" I know of no book containing any relation
of the ceremony you enquire about at St. George's
Chapel. I once witnessed it, and sent the en-
closed account to a friend in Norfolk ; but I am
not aware that it was ever published. You can
" Many thanks for the photographs, which
we are very glad to have, though I fancy a better
one might be made of the subject.
" With all our best regards,
" Yours right truly,
" B. BOLINGBROKE WOODWARD.
" Dr. Ribbans.
" You will smile at my new signature. I like
your Bolingbroke so much that I have imitated
" Ceremony of exalting a Military Knight of Windsor,
in St. George's Chapel, from the Lower to the
"Like almost all other honorary distinctions, when
previously advertised, this ceremony attracts an assem-
blage at the destined place of meeting.
" At the conclusion of chanting the Psalms at Morn-
ing Service, and whilst the loud amen is being responded,
the curtain (in cold weather) at the western entrance is
undrawn by the verger, when two Military Knights,
properly appointed to introduce the candidate for exal-
tation, leave their stalls, and the organist strikes upon
some soft and appropriate voluntary until the candidate
comes in between the two Knights who had left the
body of the chapel to fetch him from the Dean and
Chapter's robing-closet — having previously received the
Patent, or Warrant, at the door of the Chapter cham-
ber. In the event of the newly-installed being
decorated with Orders and honorary medals, the air
'See the Conquering Hero Comes' is whispered on the
" At their re-entrance into the chapel all three Knights
bow down very low and solemnly towards the east; then,
. advancing by three regular military steps commencing
with the right foot, turn themselves so far to the right
as to be able to make obeisance in the direction of the
Sovereign's stall (probably occupied by the Dean) ; they
next complete the movement, when all march slowly
towards the communion rails, stopping opposite the
intended stall of the new Knight, when they again in
solemn form, facing the east, bend reverently.
"The junior Knight is now conducted by the intro-
ducing Knights to his future stall, when the Patent and
Seal, contained in a suitable case, are handed to him;
and the senior Knight, in a very low tone, wishes him,
in the names of the Governor and his companions, all
happiness long to enjoy the honour thus conferred. The
new Knight, on receiving his diploma, acknowledges
the attention thus paid to him by politely bending his
<"The Knights resume their stalls, and the Minor
Canon for the time proceeds with the remainder of the
"This ceremony, Captain Goddard observes, is as
ancient as it is universal and simple, and is full of
meaning; but he did not enlighten me with the
" The observances of old ceremonies may meet with
ridicule from some persons, and derision, or even con-
tempt, from others ; yet in the extinction of all external
forms an insipid listlessness, and not unfrequently a
total forgetfulness, or maybe wilful concealment of the
benefits intended, might be the result.
" It is the manner of conferring an honour or a favour
which dignifies the donation; and whether the noble
and illustrious Order of the Garter be solemnly bestowed
by the Sovereign, surrounded by all the splendour of
Eoyalty, supported by 'brave pillars of the State/ in St.
George's Hall; or the Jewel and Clasps presented to the
warrior, in the Castle quadrangle, in the presence of
renowned heroes and loyal companions in arms; or the
humble Medal to the child of the peasant, attended by
many an anxious parent or relative — poor, yet honest,
whose existence seems bound up in that of their off-
spring; or the simple, yet expressive, Certificate-testi-
monial for cleanliness to the cottage labourer, instituted
by the good Prince Albert, — it is the ceremony observed,
and the dignified demeanour of the distinguished per-
sonage presiding on the occasion, that add value to the
gift, and therefore we would not deviate one jot or one
iota from the public ordinances and ceremonies which
have been handed down to us from time immemorial;
and the record of this antique usage, even in these intel-
lectual times, may serve to keep alive and record to
posterity the time-honoured method of bestowing addi-
tional dignity and reverence on merit attached to the
honourable Institution of the Military Knights of
The editor, on giving a cursory account of
the treatment which he was then undergoing at
. Presneitz House, Paddington, received the fol-
lowing letter in reply : —
" Windsor Castle, 8th Nov., 1867.
" My Dear Cousin, — What in the world are
you about? It cannot be that you are become
subaqueous. Hydro est — you terrify me — how
is the word to be completed ? Hydrophobia or
hydropathic — may it be hydrogenic ? What are
you there for ? Has Dr. F. given you up since
he married — or you him? I am comforted by
the P.S. of your note, which shows you have an
eye to business. Were you wholly hydro'd (what-
ever it may be) I am sure you would not be
writing cheerfully from 'Birchin Lane.' I am
now in residence, and get up to London on rare
occasions. But I'll try and call at your hydraulic
place, and I pray you to return my call before I
-have made it; and if you have time, and are
otherwise not unable, go to my town house! oppo-
site Arabella Row, Rmlico, thus : —
The treatment would never do for my poor pal-
"If I can get hold of P., I will make him
take me to the Laurels to see your belongings, by
way of another anticipatory return.
" I shall be very glad to hear of your im-
provement. You will find my wife easily. She
tries to die every time I leave home for more
than two nights, but in seven years has not suc-
ceeded yet. You ought to congratulate her.
" With best regards, in spite of all this chaff,
" B. BOLINGBROKB W.
"Dr. Ribbans, Hydro Establishment,
" Paddington Green."
In a few days he writes again :-
" Windsor Castle, 21st Nov., 1867.
"My Dear Cousin and Water, — For such,
according to your own account, you are, I quite
agree with you about the title of your volume.
Rubricated instead of gilt — it would look much
better. I have a little modified your dedication,
lest whispers not intended to reach your ear might
prove unpleasant when they did. ... I
think I would suggest to you a little trimming of
the preface. Perhaps, considering what the pre-
face says, a briefer one altogether would do better,
and express what you feel, and provoke less com-
ment. There is nothing, except poetry, that
cannot be acquired by care and application ; and,
as I am not a songster nor an author now, but
only a critic, you mustn't mind me whenever you
find that you don't like what I say.
" I hope, with all your soakings and packings,
you find yourself getting better. I like water
applied externally, but then warm and in moder-
ate quantities, and not for too long together —
yet there is no telling what even I might
" I was greatly pleased by your calling on
my folks — so were they. I had a ride with P.
one day expressly to look at the Laurels, and was
glad to find matters very comfortable, and a hope
of your speedy return convalescent. We had a
sort of discussion, first upon cats, and then upon
queens, but I do not know that it resulted in any-
thing particular, beyond a good deal of laughing
and fun that was not mischievous.
" I have learned from my sister that there
certainly was near relationship amongst the
names mentioned in our list, and she promises
to make it out clearly as soon as she can. In
fact I think we had better turn to and laboriously
produce on the anvil of thought, and with the
hammer of .inquiry, the history of the Bolingbroke
family. It is truly a desideratum, if it does not
already exist; and it would fill a considerable
void in the world — little as the world may think
so. But I must cease, and I had better do so
here, for I could not to-day produce a grander
conception than that.
"Hoping to see you back soon quite well and
happy, to tell you that I believe myself much better,
whilst I know myself to be far from well,
" I am alwfcys yours,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Bibbans, Presneitz House,
" Paddington Green, W."
" Buckingham Palace, 10th Jan., 1868.
" My Dear Cousin, — I am very glad to hear
so good an account of yourself and of your doings,
but you must not be surprised at not seeing me,
for, having been very unwell with my cough, and
very much occupied besides, I have not been often
at Windsor. In the winter season, it is a kind-
ness in you not to wish even to see me, for as the
cold journeys try my throat greatly, I have only
one object in view when I go to Windsor, and
that is to get back again as soon as possible.
" You are quite right in saying that 'It is not
improbable that sustenance by animal food will
soon be out of the reach of most people, at all
events of those whose incomes are moderate and
limited.' This distracts not me in the least. I
pray to be content with such things as I can get.
But yet I fear that I do sometimes feel discon-
tented. Daniel, you know, and his young Hebrew
friends, who lived upon lentiles and water, were
'fairer and better favoured than those who had
meat and wine from the king's table.'
" I assure you that I am very frequently re-
minded by my own symptoms that my final change
is not far off, for my pains and anxieties at times
seriously threaten me.
" We all join in most cousinly greetings to
you, and to your circle at the Laurels.
" Yours most truly always,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Buckingham Palace. 22nd Jan., 1868.
" My Dear Cousin, — Yesterday, at Windsor,
I found half-a-dozen copies of your work tied up
and addressed to me, but there was no note from
you. I hope you do not mean to make me so
much your debtor as this. Let me have oi^e for
myself, and one for my sister, and one for my
brother in the British Museum, whom you do
not know yet, and write my name in mine, and
I shall be happy.
" I cannot get right at all during this trying
weather, and these unmistakeable warnings of an
overworked brain, until I see a little clear atmo-
sphere a-head — apropos of all other trying things.
A month hence I shall have got into regular
course again of residing at Windsor. I hope that
I, as well as you, may be in good trim for looking
on each other now and again very often."
" And so, with all our loves, and thanking you
for your kindness to me by the honour of the
" I am, as ever,
" Yours most faithfully,
" B. B. Woodward.
" P. 5.— The printer has been careless about
corrections. I myself altered the incorrect head*
ing at page 58, and yet the blunder is left in all its
flagrancy. ' The translation is very good,' and
so says my clerical friend, Mr. Marriott, who has
finished his own work at the Library. '
" Will you watch for an opportunity to men-
tion to Mr. and Mrs. Carter how highly I feel the
compliment they have paid me by the message in
your letter. My fear was that I had detained
them too long, and yet I thought at the time I
had never seen greater interest for the works of
the Old Masters, during our examination of
Albert Durer's designs; and I shall not very
readily forget the genuine observations of the
lady Protestant element of the party."
" Buckingham Palace, 2nd March, 1869.
" My Dear Cousin Bolingbroke, — Your letters
never fail to solace me, and I am always well
pleased to break your seal. I have often pon-
dered over the subject which you have again
broached, of prepared printed prayers for private
use, and cannot bring myself to believe that it is
proper; it may comport with our present state,
and if so, why write it down ? No one can tell
me of my own changing experience, feelings, and
wants, and therefore I am content to conclude
that it is best done at once — 'to shut to the
door ' and go to God and pour out the heart to
" Troubles, trials, and' perplexities are known
only to the poor sufferer and his God. The work
of prayer must therefore be all His. Keady made
prayer for private use, is, I fear, a ready made
engine of formal drowsiness. Kind regards to all.
" Yours most sincerely,
" B. B. Woodward."
" The enclosed on Prayer you need not return
" Is a form of prayer to be considered a form
only ? — or, in other words, are we to look upon a
form of prayer as leading to formality in prayer ?
This would be sad indeed if, by form of prayer, we
should go to God with merely a form. Let us go
a little into the subject. The wise man says, i As
face answereth to face in water, so the heart of
man answers to the heart of man ' — therefore, I
I am bound by every obligation of friendly
sincerity to warn my friend from what I am
convinced is dangerous, and I should be a traitor
if I did not offer my own experience when asked
an opinion on so momentous a subject. One
thing I feel convinced about, and that is the
the offering to God a form of prayer is both
perilous and unprofitable. Nor is this a hasty
decision, it is after much reflection, that it would
be offending against delicacy between friends, and
that it would be an unhallowed intrusion for one
to read what doubtless was poured forth from the
heart in an address to the Almighty as it passed
to the paper. This judgment, for the reason
given, cannot be wrong.
" Neither preparation nor answer in any
matter are our own; for we are told that the
'preparation of the heart and the answer of the
tongue are both alike from the Lord.' Now, if
words mean anything, how can poor worms such
as we are prepare our hearts and speech ? — and of
the trifling, to which allusion has been made,
those terrible imitations of a corrupt community,
these mediaeval theatrical forms give the whole an
air of performance as insincere as they are
sophistic, superficial, and silly. If I apply to an
earthly friend to help me I know what to say to
him, and if my want be pressing I do not harass
myself about choice words and fine language
wherewith to clothe my thoughts. Our blessed
Lord never gave his disciples in the day of his
flesh a form of prayer. He gave a model of prayer
when he said * After this manner pray ye.' Look
at his beautiful prayer recorded in the 17th chap,
of St. John's Gospel. Again, hear his prayer in
his human agony in Gethsemane — again on the
cross. Whence come they? Prom the heart!
How came they into the heart ? By the teaching
and inspiration of the Holy Ghost. Again, sup-
pose I were to go to any earthly friend and read
to him a request from a written or printed paper,
addressing him in fine florid language, in studied
periods and set forms of speech, should I be
thought in earnest? Oh no! I should be set
down as a hypocrite or an impostor. Shall I
then dare to go to God who ' searcheth the heart '
with such and such a set of formal prayer — forbid
it merciful Jehovah! God is not mocked. By
prayers and supplications be our requests made
known unto God, and in the approach* to His
throne of grace may the Spirit's power and
influence keep me from departing from simplicity.
" The prayers in the Book of Common Prayer
are very fine as human compositions and when
slowly and clearly read tend to make a congrega-
tion devoutly thoughtful.
" We may go to the mercy-seat and there
find no words to express our desires and the
distress of our souls. What then? there is still
the promise — 'Before they speak I will hear,
while they are yet thinking I will answer.'
" Be not dismayed by want of words. Fear
not, we have the promise that in the hour of trial
it shall be given us what we shall say and what we
shall speak. Oh, that beautiful Hymn of Mont-
" ' Prayer is the soul's sincere desire.' "
In the next letter is one of his happy conclu-
" Buckingham Palace, 1st April, 1868.
"My Dear Cousin, — Perhaps you maybe in
want of the enclosed, so I send it, though I can-
not write much now — I have so much to look
after and a good deal to arrange, and cannot slip
the official collar ; that I am worse off than when
at Windsor ; also, that I cannot get strength for
" My looking hearty is the saddest mockery in
my case. The fact is, I dare not give in ; i before
folks * I can generally suppress the unkindest mani-
festations of my struggle. I dare not promise myself
to call upon you at your howery abode, because it
is a longer walk than I am capable of, and a long
talk and two long Walks would do for me for a
couple of days at least. I must wait till the east
winds are gone, and I have had some sort of holi-
day to recruit myself a little.
"My young folks home and abroad are all
quite well, and those at home send their kindest
regards to the Laurels and evergreens all.
" Ever and ever yours,
" B. B. Woodward.
"P.S. — The story about killing a horse I
remember when a little boy. (My wife will be
pleased to see you when you call upon her.)"
_, . ^-
Buckingham Palace, May 8th, 1868.
" My Dear Cousin, — I scarcely know what to
say to your cheering letter, since incoherency and
want of connection seem in all my thoughts —
pain interferes with rest, and frequently leaves me
languid, perhaps at times impatient ; for my head
is not clear, nor my spirits very composed ; but,
as you say, ' He who placed Elijah by the brook
sustained him there.'
"You ask my opinion of the talents of the
Royal Family. As far as I have had opportunity
of judging, the Queen is an author of no second
quality ; the Prince Consort was an able writer on
Art and Science, and a clever composer and artist ;
the Princess Royal sketches charmingly and art-
istically (judging from what I have seen and
heard) ; the Princess Louise is a skilful sculptor ;
the Duke of Edinburgh* plays well on that most
difficult of all instruments, the violin; Prince
* His Royal Highness himself arranged and took the portrait
of Mr. Woodward opposite the title-page of this Memoir, and
afterwards acquiesced in the fact being»thns made known. — Ed.
Arthur will become a fluent public speaker,
for he has large capacity for receiving im-
pressions from external objects; Prince Leopold
has a good deal in him which will be de-
veloped by-and-bye; the Princesses are gifted
with various talents ; and Princess Beatrice is
expanding in all the youthful cheerfulness of
blooming hope. To crown all, the Prince of
Wales thinks for himself : in motives he is manly,
and in spirit full of courage. Depend upon it,
when the day comes he will display such moral
characteristics as will make people know his de-
signs for the general benefit of wise and indepen-
dent legislation. Remember who has been his
Tutor. There never was a more noble, generous
Prince, well suited to sustain the name which
attaches to our great and glorious growing Em-
" I will send up the book you want when next
I go to Windsor.
" Very kindest remembrances to all.
" Yours, most truly,
"B. B. Woodward.
" Buckingham Palace, 20th July, 1868.
" My Dear Cousin, — He must be more than
mortal who has no faults to hide ; and therefore
all earthly beings have consolation in the undis-
guised truth, that it is impossible, as it would be
unpardonable, to assume to one's-self perfection.
If ever we do anything to deserve or even to
expect keen enjoyment we merely do a duty.
" After reflecting seriously, I cannot help thus
deciding, that every man has the privilege of
judging for himself as to the spiritual soundness
of any doctrine proposed for his acceptance by
any man or body of men. Any minister who is
called to the work of the ministry, and who is
watered by the pure spirit, may instrumentally
water the garden of God, and he may caution his
hearers not to receive what he advances on his
authority, but to bring it to the Word and to the
Testimony, to weigh in the balance of the sanc-
tuary, and if it will not stand that test, and come
forth like gold tried seven times in the fire, to
fling it to the winds as worthless. St. Paul does
not tell us in any perplexity to consult any man
or body of men as having authority to settle the
question, but to * compare spiritual things with
' spiritual things.' Besides, what man can pos-
sess qualification and right to dictate to any be-
liever in any matter of doctrine. There must be
infallibility to give sanction to such a claim. The
Romish Church says she is infallible, and she is
determined to tyrannize over the consciences of
men — she is at least consistent in connecting such
an assertion with such a claim. Taylor says, i it
* is polluted with spiritual fornication,' which is
idolatry, and myself not wishing for but dreading
and abhorring the mark of the beast, I keep aloof
from her and all like her ; and as you have con-
sulted me, let me hope that you will be satisfied
and follow my example.
" Kindest regards for all around you.
" Ever yours most truly,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Buckingham Palace, 6th Oct., 1868.
" My Dear Coz, — Kumour had whispered of
the interesting event; this morning the Times
spoke of it plainly; at noon- time came your letter.
And now what can I say to you ? Let me congra-
tulate yon as my feelings and hopes dictate, and
promise you all good in days to come. But how
came you to be so denature ? — never to break a
word, not even when you brought the affianced
fair to the Library; but, instead, to supply so
large an accompaniment of divinity, that if fc the
secret was discovered, it certainly could not be
detected through the luminous haze in which it
sported and played. Really the whole has opened
to my astonished eyes quite a new phase of your
" Now, why didn't you send me the wedding
cake? — there's another sorrow. I can't even
dream on it ; for if I were to treat myself to a
piece here I might dream of every body but the
right body. 'No cards,' too, though you didn't
say. However, there were all the actual essen-
tials — parson and clerk, bride and bridegoom,
bridesmaid, papa, and best man. Bells ringing,
too — becoming tears— hasty adieus — and the
" I don't know anything about my movements
now, for I have so many matters apparently
always in hand here, but in November, at any rate,
I shall hope to see the bride and her gudeman, and
drink to both their best healths, and wish them
better blessings still ; and so with you and your
1 little wife,' as you call her, if only I can keep
just enough go in me to enable me to get as far
as the Laurels. My daughters are profoundly
moved, especially the one who shared in the
glamour you cast around the fiancee.
" You must celebrate the affair in some poetic
effusion. This I request. All join as heartily as
you could wish in my heartiest good wishes to
them, and you, and Mrs. Eibbans ; and I am,
" Yours, always most truly,
" B. B. Woodward.
The next letter marks the political sentiments
of the writer.
" Buckingham Palace, 18th Jan., 1869.
" My Dear Cousin, — If ever the chance should
arise, which is excessively improbable, you may
be sure that I shall say all that I can on the right
side, but I am a poor hand at pampering with
mental confectionery. There never could be a
more lame and impotent conclusion than that
which arrived to the Colonel's petition.
" The newspaper gives a false report of what
Justice Willes said. The Judge said, * No evi-
dence had come before him of any bribery by
either candidate ' — not that no evidence at all relat-
ing to the Colonel's doings had been offered. The
newspaper says that the Judge declared him
innocent of bribery, turning * not proven ' into
* not guilty.'
" The successful party must work well, or they
will lose next time.
' * I am now especially in such a state of deep and
dreadful depression of mind, as I was yesterday
of weariness and disappointment, that I am hardly
able to express myself as otherwise I would. I
have suffered from an unusual palpitation of the
heart, assailing me more or less after slight exer-
tion, and I think that one day it will put an end
to all my troubles. How peaceful and painless
an end it would be. The best I do is not much,
for I am cast down, worried, and worn with one
thing or another, and yet I do try to keep up my
spirits, as you urge me, to a cheerful pitch.
" We all send kindest regards, and so does
my sister, who has been up from Norwich for a
few days' visit to town.
" Ever yours most truly,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Ribbans."
" Buckingham Palace, 21st Feb., 1869.
" My Dear Cousin, — I thank you very much
for your kind invitation, but I must decline it.
Ill as I am, my lecture will be as much as I can
manage in one evening ; and I hope to have the
opportunity of seeing you at home this year. I
am very sorry that you and yours are not well
now — the weather is trying to us all. We are as
usual, and perhaps better than that, and all send
their kindest regards to you all.
" Mr. Marriott informs me that he has got
out a second part of his letter, but I have not yet
seen it. If argument could convince, or if con-
viction involved persuasion, we might expect to
see the parish altered a bit ; but at present it is
not so, and on those subjects common sense does
not yet rule. We must hope and wait awhile.
« Enclosed is my undisguised opinion* of the
poetical pieces dedicated to myself, and I do not
hesitate to say that, having perused every one
of them carefully, that the loveliness of nature
as well as a nice discernment for our fellow crea-
tures are clearly and poetically depicted. I am
glad to find a short poem on the marriage, which
breathes a thoughtful sweetness in easy, graceful
" I am, with kind regards for all,
|" Yours most truly,
" B. B. Woodwajud.
" P.S. — You enquire my estimation of the
personality of the Devil, a doctrine now being
preached in many churches, and my reply respect-
ing that party is, that I know nothing about him,
except that he is a horrible nuisance and a crafty
* See the end of the book.
and carnal foe. I like to follow the Psalmist. I
do not exercise myself with mateology, or things
that are too high for me, or too low. This I do
know, that in myself I am less than nothing.
The personality of the Evil One is, I suppose,
known to every person, and there let us leave
him — his works are powerless with Him who has
destroyed the sting of death. You appear to be
in the right course — spiritual faith never can
utterly fail, though it may be weak.
" The rest may be better discussed when we
" Windsor Castle, 12th June, 1869.
' * My Dear Coz, — I thought perhaps you might
come out this fine morning, and therefore I kept in
the way, feeling dejected both in body and mind.
Appearances are not good, sometimes bad, and even
worse than realities, and for me to write anything
pleasant or enlivening just now I should be writ-
ing to deceive ; and I try to persuade myself that
I hate deception with a perfect hatred, but at
what I have experienced I cannot at times help
being dejected. My faults may be legion, and
yet hardly deserving the behaviour which I have
received from one who for years has been pursuing
interested motives under the garb of personal
regard. I have worked hard and long, little ex-
pecting to be considered accountable for the opin-
ions of others, and it would be downright culpability
to pander to contemptible covetousness, crafty
love of avarice, or the empty pride of paltry pre-
"The 'Monograph' will be before the pub-
lic shortly, but the ' Cyclopaedia ' is not near
" You may be sure that I would accompany
you to the Turkish bath if I could overcome the
fanciful horror of increasing this palpitation of
my heart, which at this moment thumps fearfully.
Although ten years my senior, you are many more
years my junior in temperament of body; and so
God bless you.
" Yours must truly,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Kibbans."
" Windsor Castle, 7th Sept., 1869.
" My Dear Cousin, — I would go and see you
all at the Laurels this afternoon if I could only
get there without risk of increasing my cough,
which does not allow me to sleep ; I only doze for
an hour or so, to wake up to consciousness of
being in a precarious state, which the doctor does
not pass into a certificate of broken health; there-
fore, sad as it seems, I must still continue to bear
up and go on. The close draws nearer and
nearer, therefore the probability of my finishing
all that I have begun grows less and less.
" Pray direct your friend by all means to send
or take his MS., fairly copied out, to Her Majesty's
Inspector of Plays, who is one of the best friends
that I ever had, and whose heart is ever ready
to dictate a kind action. He may, if he please,
mention my name in his letter, or at the interview,
or, if he prefers it, and you will let me know, I
will write myself. Kind regards for all.
" Ever very truly yours,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Dr. Kibbans."
This, the last letter from Mr. Woodward to
the Editor contains few words, but those few are
solemn and expressive. Care, it is true, had
worked upon him, but no infidelity disturbed his
faith, and deep gratitude filled his thoughts and
fixed his mind. On his first introduction to the
Editor of this Memoir he mentioned his high
esteem and great regard for Mr. Donne, and in
his letters he speaks in the most pleasing manner
of the " best friend he ever had." It is a serious
letter — full of calm contentment, and from it he
appears to have felt a consciousness that he was
then passing away from this world.
The Friend to whom the next charming letter
was addressed rejoices in this opportunity for pre-
serving it, and the Editor deems it worthy of
conspicuous notice — breathing in every line the
true spirit of friendly fervour and Christian soli-
citude — and thus continuing to other young men
the benefits of its salutary counsel : —
".My Dear Young Friend, — Now that you are
about to enter upon University life, permit me to
offer for your consideration a few remarks which
I have purchased in the School of Experience — a
very severe though a very effectual teacher* Your
main object will be, of course, to obtain your de-
gree creditably, and in doing so, to acquire the
largest possible quantity of really sound and prac-
tical information. I mean that it is desirable to
obtain such knowledge as may be advantageous to
our fellow creatures, that we may become fit in-
struments to alleviate their bodily pains; and,
above all, to urge them to take an interest in the
life after this.
" University honours are good things if they
come incidentally and in the regular course, other-
wise they may be made even mischievous. What
I mean is this : they are good if they are not the
only nor even the main object of our exertion.
" If, while we study, as we ought to do, all
things 'to the glory of God,' that we may the
better understand His will and do His work ; if,
while we strive to store our minds, that they may
be employed in His service, with watchful humility,
and in entire dependence upon Him, and with a
foil and uncompromising ascription to Him of our
success ; if, while we -are pursuing this course,
College honours are conferred, and if, moreover,
they are received in this spirit, then they are good,
they are gratifying, they are incentive to addi-
" But if they are made the main objects for
which we are industrious, their moral injury is in-
' calculable ; they create vanity ; they swell pride ;
they exalt the haughty spirit, and puff up the
arrogant heart of man till he thinks that he is
something, and till he forgets the divine and
mighty God, who is * all in all.' You see I do
not depreciate the value of the distinction itself,
but only indicate the injury that may accrue from
seeking that distinction from unworthy motives
and in an improper spirit.
4 'Of course (as I know you have hitherto
done), you will continue to avoid bad company
and bad habits. Permit me, from the purest
motives, to assure you, that when I now reflect
deeply and impartially on what I have seen and
experienced, I come advisedly to the solemn con-
viction that no worldly man, no man who has not
God in his thoughts, and, especially, no man
addicted to sensual pleasure, is, while he con-
tinues such, capable of friendship, or kindness, or
disinterested conduct. I find, after long and
much trial, that men of genuine, practical piety
are not only the safest companions, but the most
cheerful and valuable friends. The habit of self-
denial keeps a man in condition to think aright.
" One thing which is in all ways invaluable I
must suggest to you, and that is to attend regu-
larly the public service of the Sanctuary, and, if
possible, to become, as your father is aware I
have been in Yarmouth, a teacher in a Sunday
School.* Let nothing but sickness prevent your
being in your place ; and may you, in a prayer-
ful spirit, grow in grace as well as in knowledge.
" Be assured that, influenced solely for your
good, I am,
" Always your friend,
" B. B. Woodward.
" Mr. G * * * , Junr., Great Yarmouth."
* " He was a zealous and very efficient teacher in the Sunday
School in connection with the Congregational Church at Yar-
mouth." * "J. W. Shelly."
In almost every one of the foregoing Letters
it will be perceived that Mr. Woodward alludes
most painfully to his intermittent cough and want
of natural rest. His health and strength had been
for some time declining, although in his energetic
and persevering labours he seemed cheerful and
active — his varied acquirements in letters and art,
as well as in political economy, clearly demon-
strated that he had not been afraid of literary toil;
it was not evident even to medical men that he
was drawing so near to the end of his mortal
The progress of the disease was even and to him*
self evident, and his constitution was not strong.
A smile there, a request to one, an order to another,
throughout the day relieved the minds of his
friends occasionally, and prevented their dwelling
upon the near approach of that mournful event
which finally divested earthly hope, and intro-
duced into the thoughts and hearts of all who
knew him deep and earnest sorrow.
It will be observed that whenever he alludes
to his bodily ailments he expresses himself in no
plaintive tone, but displays in every sentence
unvaried calmness and dignified resignation ; and
onr regard is not at all diminished but increased
when we find out the natural malady which he had
to contend against, in addition to the anxieties of
His submission to the will of Providence is
evident in all his correspondence. In one letter
he says, " I believe myself to be much better,
" whilst I know myself to be far from well ; " and
in another, "I only want a holiday and lots of
" money to be a young man again, that's all. . . .
11 So say my medical advisers, but I know bet-
" ter. . . . My breath is indeed very short.' 9
And in the last letter, written a month before
his death, what a solemn line does he deli-
berately give. In every one of his letters, even
when no expectation cheered the conscious gloom
of unquestionable uneasiness, resignation to the
Divine will is the distinguishing feature.
The last time that the Editor saw Mr. Wood-
ward was on the day of his last visit to Windsor.
He was proceeding very leisurely from the Great
Western Railway Station towards the Castle,
and, after a friendly greeting, went forward on
the arm of the writer. He said that his object
in coming was merely to see that things were
right at the Library, and then, according to pro-
mise, to return home. His congh did not appear
more troublesome than usual, and his face was
lighted up by his customary smiles. The only
observable difference was in his gait, which indi-
cated fatigue. He spoke of his "Monograph" as
nearly finished, and he excused himself for not
going to the Laurels.
He mentioned that he had lately read some-
thing in the papers respecting one of the Boling-
brokes at Norwich, and when near St. George's
Gateway the two friends mutually bade each other
Adieu ! little thinking that it was indeed their last
May all that survive him be blessed with that
calm submission and unwearied patience which
brightened his earthly career and beautified its con-
Having forwarded to each a copy of the Lines
on Mr. Woodward's sudden death, the following
acknowledgments evince the respectful regard
which the writers entertained for Mr. Wood-
ward's memory, as well as their sympathy with
his bereaved ones.
The public subscription for the Testimonial in
remembrance of Mr. Woodward was commenced
on a scale of creditable generosity, headed by the
Queen, who bestowed an annuity of £80 a-year
on the widow. The contributions amounted to a
considerable sum, which has been invested for the
benefit of the family.
" Hastings, April 17, 1870.
" I have to acknowledge the receipt of a copy of
your moving lines on the sudden death of Mr. Wood-
ward, and to thank you for it. I like the sentiments
expressed very much indeed, and only wish that I
could purchase a few copies to distribute amongst my
" William Howbth."
From Dr. Norman M'Leod, one of Her Majesty's Chap-
lains in Scotland, and Dean of the Order of the
" Glasgow, May 12, 1870.
" Dear Sir, — Allow me to thank you for the Ode on
the death of Mr. Woodward, the Queen's Librarian,
which I shall certainly make known among my friends."
From the Rev. Robinson Duckworth, M.A., late Gover-
nor to H. R. H. Prince Leopold.
" 77 Hamilton Terrace, NW, May 5, 1870.
"My Dear Sir, — I beg to offer you my sincere
thanks for the very pretty volume just received. I
shall value it, not only on account of its own beauty,
but as a touching reminder of your accomplished and
genial cousin Woodward, the kindest and most com-
panionable of men, whose memory I deeply appre-
From J. Peel, Esq., M.P.
"Dear Sir, — I have received your tribute to the
memory of Mr. Woodward in the form of some stirring
lines of poetry, and I b§g leave to thank you for them."
" Kempsey, November, 1870.
"The Rev. G. Fisk presents his compliments and
thanks for the sweet little tribute by Dr. Ribbans, to the
memory of that clever and kind-hearted man, Mr.
Woodward, the late Librarian to the Queen."
From Henry Darvill, Esq., Windsor.
" My dear Dr. Ribbans, — Many thanks for the Lines
you have kindly sent to me ; they breathe a beautiful
spirit to the memory of our mutual friend, Woodward,
and are full of poetry and truth."
From Sam. Timmins, Esq., Editor of the "Industrial
History of Birmingham" (Hardwicke), 721 pp.
" Elvetham Lodge, Birmingham,
4th April, 1872.
" My Dear Sir, — When I thanked you for sending
me your touching tribute — the glowing lines on Mr.
Woodward's death — I think I expressed a hope that
some fuller memoirs of him would appear than the brief
accounts given when he died. His name has been so
long familiar to me, and his lofty character so highly
honoured by all who knew his history, that I- shall be
happy to see some sketch of the career of so ripe a
scholar and so excellent a man."
From Augustus W. Franks, Esq., F.S.A.
" 103 Victoria Street, SW.
"Dear Sir, — Allow me to thank you for the lines
affeotionately addressed to friends on the sudden death
of Mr. Woodward. I like them very much, and I need
hardly say, that I value any memorial of our friend."
From Colonel Henry Ponsonby, Private Secretary to
" Windsor Castle, May 5, 1871.
" Sir, — I beg to acknowledge the receipt of your
letter and the accompanying lines on the death of Mr.
Woodward, which I will not fail to lay before the
From the Rev. F. D. Maurice.
" Wednesday Morning, 14th May, 1871.
" My Dear Sir, — Your pathetic lines on the unex-
pected death of Mr. Woodward remind me vividly of
the happy day I once passed in his company.
" His description of the various MSS. and rare books
in the Royal Library delighted me."
From the Rev. J. Gore, M.A., Minor Canon, Windsor,
and Vicar of Shalbourne.
" My Dear Sir, — Accept my thanks for the very
appropriate lines you have written on the death of my
friend the late Librarian at Windsor Castle, Mr. Wood-
" Sept. 18, 1871.
" Colonel Vyse presents his compliments and thanks
for a copy of Dr. Ribbans's ode on the sudden death of
" Godrich Court, Ross, July 24, 1872.
" Dear Sir, — Your kind present reached London
whilst we were in Germany, and your note was sent to
us at Carls; and I am almost sure that Mr. Moffatt
wrote to you ; but owing to the war, which had then
begun, the postal communication was so disarranged
that delays and, in many instances, the loss of our
letters occurred, so that I fear the letter never reached
you. Pray accept our thanks and excuses for this long
delay in acknowledging your kindness. The little
volume reached Eaton Square quite safely. We both
much valued poor Mr. Woodward. — Truly yours,
From J. F. Clark, Esq., M.A.
" Spring Gardens, 8th Sept., 1871.
" Dear Sir, — I thank you very sincerely for the copy
of your affectionate lines on the death of poor Mr.
Woodward — a more genial soul or a better hearted man
From the Rev. W. B. Marriott, M.A., Eton College.
" Thursday Morning.
"Dear Sir, — Pray accept my thanks for the little
brochure you have sent me. I like the lines very much
indeed, and think them appropriate to the memory of so
good and clever a man as my friend Mr. Woodward."
" Oxford, June, 1871."
"The Eev. P. Harrison presents his respectful compli-
ments and thanks for a copy of Dr. Ribbans's appropriate
and affectionate lines on the sudden death of the libra-
rian to the Que^n, and begs to say that they will be
highly treasured by himself and family, who cannot fail
to remember the great attention shown by Mr. Wood-
ward at the Koyal Library.
From the Right Rev. Dr. Hinds, Late Bishop of
" Dear Sir, — Although personally unknown to Mr.
Woodward, yet his name is familiar to us all. I have
read with great interest your few affectionate lines to
his memory, and for the copy you have so kindly sent
me I beg to return you sincere thanks.
" Had they been published at a price, I would gladly
take a dozen copies."
From the Rev. Herbert Dewey, Congregational Minister.
" Harleston, March 16, 1870.
" My dear Sir, — I beg to thank you for the Lines on
Mr. Woodward's sudden death. I have conversed with
several intelligent people who knew Mr. Woodward
intimately, and regularly heard him preach, and they
speak of him in the highest terms as a Christian and a
From Benjamin Nattali, Esq.
" The library, Windsor Castle.
" My Dear Dr. Ribbans, — Having read your beautiful
lines upon our late friend Mr. Woodward, I cannot
refrain from expressing how glad I am that the memory
of one who was so amiable and true a friend to me
should be perpetuated in so graceful a manner."
From the Rev. H. Taylor, M.A.
" Thorpe, July 17, 1871.
" My Dear Dr. Ribbans, — Mr. Clark has just brought
me your lines on the sudden death of the Queen's Libra-
rian, together with your essay on 'Sudden Death is
Sudden Glory/ for which I thank you. The essay de-
serves all that has been advanced in its favour, and the
lines on Mr. Woodward's death are full of thoughtful
tenderness. The family, I should say, are well pleased
From Dr. Oppert, now Professor of Sanscrit in the
" The Library, Windsor Castle.
"Dear Dr. Ribbans, — I am very much obliged to
you for sending me a copy of your essay on ' Sudden
Death is Sudden Glory/ together with some verses on
the death of our worthy Librarian. The sentiments therein
contained attest the close friendship which united you
during the last years to our lamented friend, Mr. Wood-
" As I had the privilege of working under him until
his death, I can speak with some authority of the many
sterling qualities which distinguished him, and which
endeared him to his friends."
From Richard Fisher, Esq., F.S.A.
" 11 New Burlington Street, 6th Aug., 1871.
"Dear Sir, — I am obliged to you for sending me
your pamphlet and your verses on the death of our
friend Mr. Woodward, and I appreciate the testimony
they 'afford of the estimation in which we held him."
From His Excellency the Belgian Minister.
" New Lodge, Windsor Forest, Oct 26, 1871.
" Dear Sir, — I hasten to acknowledge the receipt of
your note of the 24th, which reached me here this
morning, and to thank you for the copy of your lines
on the death of Mr. Woodward. I have read them
with great interest, and am glad to hear that you are
preparing a memoir of him."
From the Most Noble the Marquis of Hertford.
" Windsor Great Park, Aug. 7, 1870.
" Lieut.-G-eneral Seymour presents his compliments
to Dr. Ribbans, and begs to thank him for the essay and
very suitable lines on the death of poor Mr. Wood-
From W. P. Frith, Esq., R.A.
" 7 Pembridge Villas, Bayswater Road,
" July 15, 1870.
" Dear Sir, — I had but slight knowledge of the late
Mr. Woodward, but that little made me wish for more,
and my desire would doubtless have been accomplished
had not his sudden and lamented death put an end to
that and all other considerations.
" I beg to acknowledge and thank you for the little
From W. Seabrook, Esq.
" Winchester Tower, Windsor Caatle.
" My Dear Dr. Eibbans, — My wife requests me to
thank you very much for the copy of your happy lines
on the death of poor Mr. Woodward which you have
been good enough to send her. Pray accept my own
thanks also; we admire the verses very much."
From Colonel Katcliff.
" Wyddrington, Edgbaaton, Sept. 8, 1871.
" My Dear Friend Eibbans, — I do sincerely regret
not knowing Mr. Woodward, the Queen's late Librarian.
His name has been often mentioned at the meetings
which I have attended at the Antiquarian Society.
"You have in these affecting lines on his sudden
death created in my own heart a deep sympathy with all
those who are thus deprived of so much that is really
enjoyable, i.e., a disinterested friend, which is the gene-
ral sentiment expressed by those who knew him. With
thanks for the copy you have sent, which I have read
with deepest interest."
From the Rev. F. J. Rawlins, M.A., F.S.A.
" My Dear Dr. Eibbans, — I have no doubt that your
touching lines on the death of Mr. Woodward will prove
acceptable to all his relations.
From Henry Beloe, Esq., Norwich.
"August 17, 1871.
" My dear Sir, — I have to thank you for a copy of
the Ode on the death of Mr. Woodward, which is very
comforting and sympathizing. The family will cherish
the lines for their affectionate sentiments, as well as for
their own respect for the author."
From Arthur J. Lewis, Esq., Campden Hill, W.
"Moray Lodge, Kensington, Sept. 16, 1870.
" My dear Dr. Ribbans, — I beg to acknowledge your
kindness in sending me a copy of your beautiful little
book. I had not the pleasure of knowing the late Mr.
Woodward myself, but his name was so constantly on
the lips of many of my friends that T almost seemed to
rank him as one of them, and I am sincerely pleased to
have so graceful and tender a tribute to his memory."
From the Rev. Charles Smith, B.D.
" Manchester Square, Aug. 7, 1871.
" My Dear Friend, — I have perused your sweet lines
on Mr. Woodward's sudden death. They drew a tear
from my eye, for the perusal of them brought before me
the unexpected summons for my poor father, just as he
was leaving the vestry for the pulpit! That Cross
plunged us all in deep mourning, which time may miti-
gate but can never efface.
'Who has not felt can never tell
What 'tis to part with those we love.* "
From W. H. Black, Esq., F.S.A.
" Dear Sir, — I like your affectionate lines on the
sudden death of Mr. Woodward He was a clever man
and a cheerful companion, and his end was a merciful
one." Pray accept my thanks."
From Viscount Torrington.
" 4 Warwick Square, SW., Aug. 9, 1870.
" Sir, — I beg to thank you for the little book you
forwarded in reference to Mr. Woodward, for whom I
entertained a great respect."
From the Eev. E. Jones, B.D.
" Dublin, August 11, 1870.
" I have received a copy of the Ode on the Sudden
Death of the Queen's late Librarian, and sincerely do I
thank Dr. Kibbans for his kindness in sending me so
just a tribute of regard for Mr. Woodward."
From W. B. Donne, Esq., Lord Chamberlain's Office.
" My Dear Sir,— Thanks for * Sudden Death is Sud-
"Your lines on Bernard Bolingbroke Woodward
show that you appreciated him, as well as loved him,
From A. Jefferson, Esq.
•' New York, August 18, 1870.
" Dear Sir, — Your poetical and sublime lines on the
Sudden Death of Mr. Woodward have been received,
and I thank you sincerely. The attention to myself
and friend at Windsor will never be effaced from our
memory; and this token of respect paid to the memory
of the kind, and good, and learned Librarian, shall be
treasured to adorn my little closet of choice literature."
Other letters would only be a repetition of the
sentiments expressed in these. Whatever differ-
ence might have existed in religions or political
opinions, there was perfect unanimity in honour-
ing the memory, and doing justice to the worth
and probity of Mr. Woodward.
Alluded to in the Letter,Dated 21st February, 1869,
"Should another edition be called for, which I
expect, I would recommend uniformity and appropri-
ateness in title-mottos at pp. 53, 64, and 128.
* Dulce est decipere.'
' Domus et placens uxor.'
* Causa latet res est notissima.'
All, perhaps, rather hackneyed, but all suitable.
"To be over particular in critical remarks often
nauseates the reader. Critics are frequently accused of
self-interest ; even the elegant Addison did not escape
censure, although he invariably pointed out the beauties
rather than the blemishes of an author."
" c Youthful Impulse/ — These verses are plainly the
harmonious and harmless expressions of a poet's love.
One thing I would here notice, that it is the tendency
of our best modern poets, beginning with the richest in
verse of all, Lord Byron, to adopt the same spelling as
in prose. The termination c ed ' is rarely pronounced as
a distinct syllable, and when it is so intended in poetry
is marked ' ed.' The vowel in the article ' the,' when fol-
lowed by a word commencing with a vowel, may safely
be left standing; there is no necessity to write thus,
' ThV so as to put us in mind of a rapid pronunciation.
A poet can gain nothing, and may sacrifice much, by
calling attention to petty irregularities of language, or
by manufacturing his lines out of what, at least, are the
admitted artifices of one who distressingly converts
prose into rhyme."
" ' Mature Eeflection ' repairs all the seeming mis-
chief which youthful aspirations of the muse might
have occasioned, and leaves the pious reader happy.
The last seven verses are complete?
" The modest observation of presumption for print-
ing the translation of Horace, after having seen the
Prime Minister's succinct lines of the same ode, reads
" ' Song of Liberty/ is grandly patriotic — the metre
is real poetry — but are not the sentiments rather demo-
cratical ? "
" Whoever c Fanny ' may have been, the addresses
to her are original, sweet, and perfect. As the editor of
the Standard says (26th Oct., 1868), ' It is to be hoped
that Fanny was satisfied with these sprightly, ardent,
and charming verses.' "
" ' The False One.' — These lines are among some of
the sweetest I ever read on such a subject."
"'On Quitting Scenes of Youth' — Is very ob-
scure, and, in my opinion, the last verse but one in the
MS. now before me, and which is omitted in the book,
would have rendered the poem interesting. Is it a por-
trait of any one ? "
" ' Dreams/— Wild conceits."
"'Evening, — Moonlight/ — 'What visions will
crowd/ are very pretty."
"'Disappointment/ — I think equal to any in the
" ' Tintern Abbey/ — Deserves to be printed by itself,
and illustrated." ,
" ' The Pic-nic/ — What a pity some stirring incident
was not introduced here. A large company upon a cliff;
amongst rocks and near the sea ; the journey, too, — some
eight miles by road — afforded opportunity for an acci-
dental tumble on the rocks, a ducking on the shore, a
summer shower, or a spill upon the road."
" ' Ariadne Theseo/ — Translations, however, excel-
lent, are not popular reading. This, however, according
to Mr. Marriotts opinion, and I agree with him, is very
accurately and poetically rendered."
'"To Maturin/ — Breathes a pleasing, familiar friend-
ship, fully ripe."
" Opening of the Eailway/ — 1 like this invocation
to Commerce. The allusion to Triptolemus is original."
" ' Peace ' all through is solemn and suitable."
" ' On the Death of a Friend/ — Is full of genuine
" ' On the Queen's Visit ' (A Song).— Ought to have
music set to it. Dr. Elvey should see it."
" ' Masonic Song.' — Of freemasonry I know nothing,
either by reading or experience, but once on a time 1
had an acquaintance who belonged to that secret sect.
I say sect, since I find that the Jewish sacred writings
have ever been held in high veneration by the brethren
— that the Patriarchs, as well as King Solomon and
the two saints John, were all masons; and when-
ever I spoke of his mysticisms, he would declare
that he could not and would not try to argue or
reason upon the subject with one not initiated into the
sacred rite. 'What ! not ask me to become a brother ? '
I exclaimed. ' No/ he replied ; ' I would not solicit any
' one. If you feel a desire to belong to the free and
' accepted body, you must solicit the honour, as no invi-
c tation will ever be given,' thus making the privilege
doubly doubtful by such unusual, if not pretended, pre-
" ' To My Wife.'— Utters all the fervent fire of love,
duty, and gratitude. By all means give the air by
Brinley Bichards. You can have any sized musical
" ' The Inauguration.' — Inferior to the other poems,
and appears to have been done in haste."
*' * For
" ' For a Holiday/ — Of course, it was granted.
" ' To You in Holy Orders.' — This is addressed as
it should be, and not to him. € To you 9 is far more ex-
pressive and keenly pointed. Would that all would
seriously reflect before winning the affections of innocent
hearts, and then trifling with them. The peculiar feature
is that such pests of mankind do not seem to excite a
dread in general society. They join in assemblies, not
as objects of abhorrence, for when fashion is criminal,
then this crime is fashionable. Your essay on the sub-
ject, which I have read over again, is far better than
these critical remarks. In it are many solid sentiments
in 'words that burn/ and would not make a bad note,
although a long one, at the end of the poem."
"'The Inconsolable One/ — The last stanza could
not be excelled."
" One word more about your original Preface, which
at the time I repudiated; but should you bring out another
edition, permit me, on re-consideration, to withdraw my
former opinion, and to express decided preference for
the long Preface. The short one may be less trouble
to the editor, and possibly more agreeable to the reader,
but the longer is the better. — And now adieu !
« B. B. W.
" Windsor Castle, Feb., 1869/'
Little was it thought at the time that these
critical notices were received within so short a
time before Mr. Woodward's death. But such
is the uncertainty of all human affairs.
Thanks are hereby tendered to Mr. Delf, of
Norwich, author of many sweet poems, who
generously offered to the editor the short account
of Mr. Woodward, written for the Norwich Penny
Also, to those friends who have contributed
assistance and encouragement by letters from Nor-
wich, Harleston, Bungay, Yarmouth, East Dere-
ham, Halesworth, Guestwick, Plymouth, Ipswich,
LIST OF SOME OF MR, WOODWARD'S
Barclay's English Dictionary. Quarto.
A History of Wales from the earliest times to the final
incorporation of the Principality with England. 80
steel plates, royal 8vo, cloth, 30s.
A History of America to the end of the administration
of President Polk.
Specimens of the Drawings of ten Masters from the
A General History of Hampshire.
The Fine Arts Quarterly Review.
A Cyclopoedia of Chronology, Aistorical and Biograph-
ical. Finished 1872, by Mr. W. L. R. Cates.
First Lessons in Geography.
First Lessons in Astronomy.
A Monograph of Windsor Castle, illustrated by Photo-
graphs. Designed as a Gift-Book for Christmas, six
guineas and ten guineas.
A Review of Coleridge.
Christian Evidences — Natural History of the Year.
First Lessons on the English Reformation.
He also edited Maunders's Treasury of Knowledge, and
other works, to one of which he prefixed a compendi-
ous English Grammar.
He was an occasional contributor to the Eclectic Keview,
the Gentleman's Magazine, and other Periodical lit-
GLASGOW : PRINTED BT H. NISBET.
Dr. Ribbans's Memoir of the late Librarian to the Queen,
B. Bolingbroke Woodward, Esq., B.A., Loud., F.S.A.
Aberdeen University Library, by D. Wyllze and Son.
St. Andrew's University Library, by R. Walker, Esq., Librarian.
W. H. Ashurst, Esq., General Post-offioe.
Jos. Adams, Esq., Horse-shoe Cloisters, Windsor Castle.
Rev. Canon H. M. Birch, Prestwioh Rectory, Manchester.
Captain Hans Bosk, 21, Ashley Place, Victoria Street, S.W.
Henry Beloe, Esq., Norwich.
Captain Bnlkeley, Clewer Lodge, Windsor, 2 copies.
Mrs. H. Brown, Sheet Street, Windsor.
Mr. F. B. Bnckland, Windsor, 3 copies.
James Wm. Bowen, Esq., 2, Paper Buildings, Temple.
George C. E. Bacon, Esq., Ipswich, 2 copies.
Viscount Bridport, Cumberland Lodge.
Mrs. E. A. Batoheldor, 6, Park Street, Windsor.
Francis John Blake, Esq., King Street, Norwich.
Sir Thomas Biddulph, Bart., for the Royal Library, 2 copies.
Sir Theodore Brinokman, Bart., St. Leonard's, 2 copies.
F. Bridgman, Esq., Newra, Goruokpore, 2 copies.
Mrs. Bridgman, 3 copies.
Sir Samuel Bignold, Knt., Surrey Street, Norwich, 2 copies.
W. E. L. Bulwer, Esq., Heydon Hall — 24, Portman Square.
Mrs. Bishop, Stanley Villas, Upper Teddington.
P. J. Byrne, Esq., Francis Road.
Mr. .Richard Cope, Alexandra Terrace, Windsor.
J. T. Collins, Esq., Chnrohfield, Edgbaston.
Mr. Thomas Gapes, 6 Bexley Villas.
Mr. A. J. Caley, 10 Crescent, Norwich.
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Jesse Collings, Esq., Ch. of the Free Lib. Committee, Birm.
Bey. J. N. Dalton, Marlborough House, Fall Mall.
W. B. Donne, Esq., 40, Weymouth Street, W.
Dublin Trinity College, Dr. Malet, the Librarian.
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Edinburgh University (Messrs. Maclachlan and Stewart).
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William Edwards, Esq., 1, Trinity Place, Windsor.
Abel Fower, Esq., J. P., Norwich.
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Thomas Fairbank, Esq., M. D., Moulsey House, Windsor.
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Messrs. Fletcher, Market Place, Norwich-
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