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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 

is correct. 

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 

a feeble 

* 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 
valuable acquisitions. 

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 
physical distress. 

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 
can receive. 

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 
" to-day." 

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 



B.A. LOND: F.8.A., 



FROM I860 TO 1869, 


October 12th, 1869, Aged 53 Years. 







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 

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 
« artist." 

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 
lasting friendship. 

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 

" 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 

" 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," 

" 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 
literary projects. 

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 
« bad." 

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- 
table illness. 

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 

" 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 




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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 

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 

" 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 
" Household." 

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 

" 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 

gemote 99 

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 
dark ages. 

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, 


" The Bight Bev. 
" The Lord Bishop of Winchester." 

[The Beply.] 

"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. 

." At 



"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 general. 

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," 

" 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 

" 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 
Windsor Castle. 

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 
his life. 

"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- 
tial facts. 

" 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, 


" 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 
sorrow thereto/ 

"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 
to err.' 

" 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 


" 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 
regards yourself. 

" 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 

" 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 


" 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. 
"Dr. Ribband" 

Native air seems to have invigorated him for 
he says : — 

" 13th September, 

* IX. 

" 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 
keep it. 

" 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, 


" 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 
Upper Ward. 

"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 
Morning Service. 

"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 

" 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 
' Windsor." 

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 : — 

Royal Mews. 

Victoria Road. 

The treatment would never do for my poor pal- 
pitating system. 

"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, 

" Yours, 


"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 
come to. 

" 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. 

" Having 

"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 
to me. 

" 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- 
gomery's — 

" ' 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 
real work. 

" 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. 
"Dr. Kibbans. 

"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. 
"Dr. Ribbans." 



" 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. 
"Dr. Bibbans." 


" 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 
character ! 

" 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. 
"Dr. Ribband" 

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- 
tional efforts. 

" 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 avocations. 

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 

Her Majesty. 

" 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. 

"July, 1870. 

" 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 
Mr. Woodward." 

" 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, 

"Lucy Moffat." 

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 
never breathed." 

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 
with them." 

From Dr. Oppert, now Professor of Sanscrit in the 

University, Madras. 

" 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 
bijou enclosed." 

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- 
den Glory/ 

"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, 

Page 152. 

"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 
very well." 

" ' 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 
Christian feeling." 

" ' 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, 
and London. 

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