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Dean of Westminster. 
<it>ertson Nicoll, LL.D. 
Henry Sorm 

Sister Lily. 
W, M. Crook. 
J Bimford Slack, 
sor Walters. 
rick A. Atkins, 













(The Rev. J. Armitage Robinson, D.D.) 

DR. H. S. LUNN. 


(Of the West London Mission). 




(Of the West London Mission). 










HUGH PRICE HUGHES was my personal 
friend for over twenty years, and he was 
also my father's friend. I had the privilege 
of being associated with him at Barry 
Road, at Oxford, at Brixton Hill, and at 
the West London Mission. My first con- 
tinental holiday was spent in his company, 
and the few leisure hours that remained to 
him while conducting his last Mission in 
South London — only a few days before his 
first breakdown at Manchester — were 
passed in my home, where he was always 
a welcome guest I owe much to his kindly 
counsel, his wise guidance, his stimulating 
teaching. It is therefore with a very 
mournful interest that I gather from a few 
of his friends the chapters of reminiscences 
contained in this little book. In no sense 
is it sent forth as a mere publishing venture, 

but rather as a tribute of affection and 
esteem, and any profit arising from its 
publication will be immediately forwarded 
to Mrs. Price Hughes for the Sisterhood of 
the West London Mission. 


Temple House, 
London, E.C. 

Nov. 2j, 1902. 








DR. H. S. LUNN 33 


W. M. CROOK ... 45 







(Dean of Westminster). 

The Dean of Westminster has kindly sent the 
following for inclusion in this volume, being the 
substance of an address he delivered in the Jeru- 
salem Chamber on the occasion of a lecture given 
by M. Paul Sabatier, on Wednesday, November 
igth, 1002. 

I WISH to take this opportunity of refer- 
ring to an event which has very sud- 
denly filled many of us with a sense of per- 
sonal sorrow. I have known Mr. Hugh Price 
Hughes and his family for a good many 
years, having had the pleasure of meeting 
him again and again in brief periods of 
vacation in South Devon. We have had 
many very intimate conversations on sub- 
jects of the deepest interest, both spiritual 


and, if I may so say, ecclesiastical. We 
discussed in successive years many topics 
which came to be dealt with in the " Free 
Church Catechism," and we often talked 
over the position of modern Methodists in 
regard to the old mother Church. We did 
not, of course, always agree ; but we 
learned, I am sure, to understand and 
appreciate each other in a truer manner 
than would have been possible without this 
close personal intercourse, and we quickly 
became linked in a bond of friendship. 
His sudden removal in the midst of his 
great activities is not a loss to Methodism 
alone. The cause of national righteous- 
ness loses by the fact that this eloquent 
voice can now be heard amongst us no 



IT must be twenty years ago since I first 
saw Mr. Hugh Price Hughes. I was 
then a minister in Scotland, and had come 
up to London for a holiday. Mr. Hughes 
was delivering a lecture in the City Temple, 
and I saw the bill announcing it. " The 
Rev. Hugh Price Hughes, M.A., of Oxford," 
was his style at that time. I got in towards 
the close of the lecture and found a crowded 
room. The one impression that remains 
with me is that of the sharp, keen, almost 
fierce face of the lecturer, and the pungent 
brevity of his sentences. 

Later on, when I came to the Metro- 
polis, Mr. Price Hughes was a circuit 
minister in the South of London. I was 
then editing the Expositor's Bible, and 


invited Mr. Hughes to contribute a volume. 
He wrote saying that his many engage- 
ments did not give him the necessary leisure 
for study, but that he was deeply interested 
in the Johannine theology, and desired to 
contribute some papers on the subject to the 
Expositor. I wrote welcoming these 
papers, and reminded him of his promise 
from time to time, but he could never satisfy 
himself that he had sufficient time for a 
worthy exposition. 

It was about the same period that Mr. 
Price Hughes commenced the Methodist 
Times, and entered on that severe journal- 
istic labour which occupied him to the end 
of his life. Like many other eager spirits of 
that day, Mr. Hughes was immensely im- 
pressed by the work that Mr. Stead had 
accomplished during his brilliant but too 
brief editorship of the Pall Mall Gazette. 
Mr. Stead taught many to think more nobly 
of the opportunities and possibilities of 
journalism. Mr. Hughes was then, as 
always, deeply impressed by the compara- 
tive weakness of Christian journalism, and 
put his heart into the Methodist Times. It 


was well received, and, as I remember, had 
many regular readers among the ministers 
of Scotland. Later on, when I commenced 
the British Weekly, Mr. Hughes was among 
the kindest of the kind. He took frequent 
occasion to mention the paper in his ad- 
dresses and in his own journal, and I have 
never ceased to be grateful. Since then, 
we never lost touch, though our direct 
communications were infrequent. Mr. 
Hughes was the busiest of men, and I was 
occupied in my own line of work, but there 
was no abatement, but rather a growth of 
good will, and I was with him at the last 
anniversary meeting of the West London 
Mission at St. James's Hall. 

As I look back on that period the charac- 
teristic of Mr. Hughes that shines out most 
eminently in my mind is his magnanimity. 
He was ever a fighter, and some of his con r 
troversies were difficult and painful. If I 
recall the Foreign Mission controversy, it 
is to prove the knightly character of Mr. 
Hughes. It was a battle from which per- 
sonalities could not well be excluded, and 
the Wesleyan Methodist missionaries con- 


sidered that grave reflections had been cast 
on them and their work. I took the other 
side from Mr. Price Hughes, and was thus 
able to judge his spirit impartially. He may 
have been wrong, and I think he was wrong 
in some of his contentions. He fought 
fiercely like a man with his back at the wall, 
but I deeply marked that all the time he 
refrained so far as it was possible from 
insulting and lacerating personal comment. 
He did his utmost to make the discussion 
turn on points of policy. He may not have 
entirely succeeded, but he succeeded to an 
extraordinary degree. Having followed 
through all those years his various activities, 
activities which brought him into constant 
collision with others, I am unable to recall 
anything mean, anything base uttered by 
him either in speech or in print. Certainly 
for one I have none but pleasant memories 
of him, though he frequently criticised and 
opposed my views. I cannot help thinking 
that this is the greatest of all testimonies 
to the genuinely noble and Christian 
character of the man. No one could have 
done his work and made so few enemies ; 

no one could have fought his battles and left 
so little bitterness. He died as it seems to 
us too soon, but he lived long enough to 
secure from those most at issue with him 
the warmest recognition of the integrity, the 
simplicity, and the burning earnestness of 
his spirit. He said to me the last time I 
saw him that when he was fighting his 
hardest battles he did not know how much 
they cost him, but that he began to know it 

Mr. Stead has said that Mr. Hughes was 
not a good man to fight a long and losing 
battle with. There may be a side of truth 
in this ; I do not know. I am sure, how- 
ever, that Mr. Hughes came to value the 
blessing and the power of united action 
more than he did at first, and who can 
wonder? Let it be remembered that the 
period over which his public life extended 
was a period during which almost every 
cause that was dear to him was more or less 
clouded. The Conservative reaction in 
England has had effects the full measure 
of which we cannot yet calculate. That 
reaction is largely due to the want of unity 


among the friends of progress. They have 
been impotent because they have been 
divided ; they will remain impotent until 
they are united. They cannot unite until 
they recognize that there must be certain 
open questions, and they must combine on 
the objects they are agreed in, disregarding 
differences whether as to persons or prin- 
ciples. Mr. Hughes had an unbounded 
faith for years at any rate in public meetings 
and demonstrations. He was above all 
things a practical man. He wanted to see 
things accomplished. He saw that so long 
as the all or nothing policy was pursued, so 
long as Liberals were busy in excommuni- 
cating and ostracising other Liberals, no 
progress could be made. He saw that the 
rank and file were becoming discouraged 
and hopeless. He was, therefore, most 
eager — perhaps he may have been some- 
times too eager — to maintain the unity of 
the associations he was connected with, and 
to conciliate the extreme wing of his 
opponents. There is a point where diver- 
gence is inevitable, where two parties are 
making for different goals. But in view of 


the stern and remorseless battles before us, 
it may well seem that our divisions have 
been too many, and our quarrels too bitter, 
and that we should eagerly seek the 
comradeship and strength which comes from 
fighting and suffering together in a common 

I look upon Mr. Price Hughes as a 
strikingly individual personality, the one 
man of his kind in his generation. Such a 
man is not to be criticized as to his methods 
In the use of his strength he was a law to 
himself, and now that he who could never 
rest rests at last for ever, who of us will dare 
to say that he should have husbanded his 
energy? I wish for my part that it were 
oftener said of Christian ministers by those 
who watch them that they are overworking 
themselves. But it is easy to see that such 
a nature as his must have had its own 
temptations, the temptation to scorn, to 
sarcasm, to intolerance, to bitterness. By 
the grace of God given to him our friend 
resisted these. He was a righteous man, 
and the memory of the just is blessed. 



MY first impression of Mr. Hughes 
stands out as clearly and as 
sharply as though more than fifteen years 
had not elapsed since that morning in St. 
James's Hall. I had heard nothing of the 
West London Mission, save the fact that 
Evangelistic services were being held in 
St. James's Hall, and when I went thither 
I had everything to learn ; but I had not 
listened to him for more than a few minutes 
before I recognized that here was a Chris- 
tianity applied to the needs of the present 
day, that his quick sympathy, his compre- 
hensive, inclusive mind had realized that 
the interests and the social needs of the 
people were an integral part of the ethical 
teaching of Christ. At the close of that 


meeting I had the opportunity of a short 
talk with the preacher, and I could not fail 
to be among the many who realized that a 
reformer had come among us who feared 
no one save God. Since that day it has 
been my privilege from time to time to be 
often associated with him in public, and to 
have the privilege of his friendship in pri- 
vate, and my regard for him has through 
the years deepened as I have understood 
more clearly the battle he has had to fight, 
not only among those who were enemies of 
the righteous reforms for which he stood, 
but among many who should have been 
his allies in Christian work, but who have 
antagonized his ideals and thwarted him in 
his methods. He had that quality which 
has made all the outstanding figures in 
history who have stood against the self- 
interest of the few for the amelioration of 
the many, an undaunted optimism, an un- 
selfish chivalric enthusiasm for the op- 
pressed, but he had what was even greater, 
that thirst for the salvation of souls which 
characterizes the saint. Only those who 
have watched him through the years as 


they came and went with their round of 
engagements, the burden of constant 
public speech, the unceasing task of preach- 
ing and of writing, of dealing with indi- 
viduals, of organizing, and above all, the 
weariness and sordid anxiety of constantly 
collecting money for the work to which he 
gave himself, have seen how that life that 
never spared itself must burn out, extin- 
guished by its own relentless effort to Bfelp 
humanity. The outside world has seen, 
perhaps, in Mr. Hughes, the militant figure 
only, but those who knew him best realized 
how single-hearted, child-like and genial 
was the man himself, how tenderly kind to 
those in need of help, how unsparingly 
scathing only to those whom he thought 
wronged their helpless fellow-man. No 
wonder, therefore, that Churchmen and 
Nonconformists alike realize that England 
has lost a real reformer, a great citizen, and 
Christianity a true and devoted exponent. 
Death came to Mr. Hughes, it seems to me, 
in the way most to be envied, and I believe 
that could he send a message back to those 
who sorrow here, he would say with that 


hopeful ring which has cheered so many 
hearts, " If ye loved me ye would rejoice." 
The Sunday night before he died saw 
him pleading for Christ in that great 
assembly at St. James's Hall, the soldier 
at his post. The lasj: words he spoke 
were to one who that night had turned 
homewards from the far country, the last 
act to cheer a sorrowing soul and guide 
hini to the Father's arms, and then the 
happy warrior was called to God, to take 
from Him, as we believe, fresh orders for 
some wider work. But as I think of him 
my heart goes out in sorrow to the one 
whom he loved best, of whom we cannot 
write but for whom we can only pray, and 
I am glad that amongst the many good 
things that have come to me I have had 
the opportunity of the friendship of Mr. 
and Mrs. Price Hughes. 



THE terrible loss which has befallen 
us has carried my mind back to a 
day in January, 1 886. I had freed myself 
from the itinerancy in the hope of settling 
with Dr. Bowden in Cornwall, and devoting 
the rest of my life to the interests of Cornish 
Methodism. Then had come Dr. Bowden's 
appointment to an official position else- 
where, and I was left uncertain as to my 
movements. An engagement in connection 
with the Y.M.C.A. brought me to London 
for a week of services at Exeter Hall. By 
a curious coincidence Mr. Price Hughes had 
arranged for similar meetings in the Brixton 
Hill Circuit, of which he was then Superin- 
tendent. He wrote me asking me if on the 
days that I was in London I would conduct 
noon services in connection with his meet- 

2 4 

ings. With that invitation he wrote what 
proved to be a memorable letter. 

" I want to have a long talk with you," 
he said, " about a matter which may affect 
the whole of your future and mine. At a 
meeting of the London Mission Committee 
I was asked to undertake a mission in the 
West-End of London at the close of my 
ministry here in 1887. This is a new idea, 
but it is strongly urged on me, and it has so 
much in its favour that I'm already disposed 
to say 'yes' to the proposal on one con- 
dition — that you consent to be associated 
with me in the enterprise. I was told some 
time ago that you were still willing to go to 
Cornwall if I would go with you. The 
West-End of London is even more impor- 
tant than Cornwall. Why should we not 
undertake an analogous task in the West- 
End ? I would be responsible for the work 
and for the organization ; you would be free 
to write and to do anything to which the 
Spirit of God led you. Of course we should 
be relieved from the yoke of the itinerancy 
and the details of circuit work. You would 
have that liberty and that permanence of 




action which you crave. London is the 
place in which an author should live, and 
you could reserve ample time for using your 
pen in Christ's service. You are well- 
known outside Methodism, and your co- 
operation would be invaluable in the West- 
End. Besides the upper classes there are 
thousands of young men and young women 
in the West-End shops. In different ways 
you and I are better fitted for this work 
than any two of our contemporaries. A 
number of young men and young women 
have volunteered to give their lives to this 
work if I will undertake it. My wife could 
organize a sisterhood of ladies. My lay 
evangelist, Josiah Nix, would be simply in- 
valuable among the working classes. It 
seems to be a unique combination of advan- 
tages. The responsibility of decision now 
rests with you, for if you say, ' Do all that 
is in thine heart ; turn thee, behold, I am 
with thee according to thine heart/ I shall 
feel that the die is cast, and I am ready to 
give the rest of my life to this great work. 
Perhaps the Cornish catastrophe in your 
case and some unexpected events in my 



own are all a part of the Providential lead- 
ing by which you and I are to be thrown 
together in the greatest work Methodism 
has ever attempted. If, after God and your 
friends, you approve of my suggestion, we 
could make all necessary arrangements 
during the year, and enter definitely upon 
the work after the Conference of 1887. 
You would edify the saints and I would 
pursue the sinners. With the blessing of 
God we should have such opportunities as 
no other arrangement would secure. I had 
a long talk with Clapham about this last 
night, and if you and I go into the work he 
is prepared to concentrate his remarkable 
powers and influence for the Mission, and 
' to back us through thick and thin. I pray 
Christ with all my heart that in this crisis in 
your life and mine we may know and do 
the will of God. Amen. Yours affection- 

It was a long letter, for I have only given 
parts of it I did not then know that it 
was when Mr. Hughes was a lad of some 
thirteen years that a company of Cornish 
fishermen had put into Swansea Bay. They 

attended the Methodist services and 
brought with them their Cornish fire. It 
was in the midst of these influences that 
Hugh Price Hughes was led to religious 
decision. If I had known of that when I 
received his letter it would certainly have 
added to the interest with which I read it, 
or have prompted me to a more immediate 
decision. At any rate, it gives to my asso- 
ciation with him an added charm that we of 
common Celtic origin should have been 
thrown together in this work. The letter 
brought before me a matter of which I 
could but think with much solemnity. Set 
free as I was from other work and wonder- 
ing where my path would lead, I could but 
feel it was a divine appointment. I knew 
nothing whatever of Mr. Hughes, had 
preached indeed for him once and shaken 
hands with him on that occasion only. My 
own heart turned in quite another direction 
than London. I had dreams of the miners 
and fishermen of Cornwall, of its moors 
and cliffs. I had always a shrinking from 
prominence and publicity, and would have 
vastly preferred a quiet and half-hidden 


ministry with leisure for such literary pur- 
suits as I loved To accept Mr. Hughes' 
proposal would mean that I must stand in 
the blare and glare of this great new move- 
ment in the West-End of London. But 
I could give only one answer. It was 
very brief : " I will come and see you." I 
recollect going to the door of the house in 
Clyde Place, Brixton Hill, on a winter's 
afternoon. The house was familiar to me 
as that in which my Superintendent lived, 
Rev. John Haward, when in the early years 
of my ministry I was stationed at Brixton 
Hill. In his study sat Mr. Hughes. Almost 
before he had finished his greeting with his 
characteristic eagerness and force, there 
came a look of much solemnity, and he 
waited for me to speak There was a 
minute's silence. " Well," I said presently, 
" I am with you heart and soul." At once 
he arose and opened the door. "Katie," 
he called, " it is settled ;" and Mrs. Hughes 
came in to join us at that memorable meet- 
ing. It was an acquaintance that became 
at once a friendship, and that soon ripened 
into love — to know him was to love him — 


none could help it, and those who knew 
him best loved him most Others have told 
of his gifts, his splendid courage, his fear- 
lessness, his enterprise, but the splendour 
of these gifts hid from all but those who 
knew him most intimately the beauty of 
virtues that made him unspeakably dear to 
us. Of no man could it be more truly said 
that he was " a good soldier of the Lord 
Jesus Christ? He rushed to the foremost 
place in the fray, and fought till his hand 
clove to the sword. But when the battle 
was done, there was no breath of malice, no 
lingering ill-will. In the true meaning of 
that great word he was magnanimous, great 
souled. I loved him as perhaps it is given 
to few men to love a man. 

Of my services he had, I can but think, 
an estimate far too high, but the generous 
terms in which he spoke of them indicated 
even the nobility of the man. I cannot 
forbear to tell one incident of his most 
generous and utterly unselfish nature. 
When we began our work, he said to me, 
" We are our own stewards. We can ap- 
point our own salary. What shall we 


take?" "Well," I said, "it is for you to 
settle that. You must remember that it is 
your livelihood. You might be making your 
£10,000 a year," I said, laughingly, " if you 
had chosen to go to the Bar." "Well," 
said he, " let us take £200 a year all told," 
and this, apart from the house and furni- 
ture, was the sum which this man fixed as 
his salary when he entered upon his work 
in the West London Mission. The last 
time we met was on the Friday before his 
death. It was a happy little gathering at 
Katherine House for the reception of two 
Sisters. Everything about him gave us 
abundant hope of his complete restoration 
to health. The address on the example of 
the Lord Jesus in washing the feet of His 
disciples was full of his old freshness and 
force. It was followed by the Holy Com- 
munion, and it was my happiness to par- 
take with him for the last time of that 
pledge of the Master's great love, that bond 
of our everlasting brotherhood. He is 
gone, that brave soldier; he has entered 
into his rest. I visited St. Paul's Cathedral 
yesterday to look at the monument of 
General Gordon. It had come to my mind 

as a fitting memorial of our fearless and 
devoted friend The left hand, the hand 
of love, rests on the Bible, the right hand 
had laid the sword aside. So fought 
Hugh Price Hughes, ever with the sword 
of the Spirit Mistaken he may have 
been sometimes, though considering how 
much he did and how earnestly he did 
it his mistakes were wonderfully few. 
But ever he wrought, anxious and eager 
to know the will of God, and then he 
set himself to do it with all his might. A 
phrase was often on his lips when he led in 
prayer that he might follow the Lamb 
whithersoever He goeth. That was the 
prayer of his heart, the steadfast effort of 
his life. Now he is gone, and not indeed 
the least of God's good gifts to him was the 
manner of his going. We cannot think of 
that warrior spirit, fretted by a growing 
feebleness, worn with old age. It was a 
sublime and beautiful thing. Whilst we 
mourn our loss far greater than we yet can 
know, the heart must glow with gratitude 
to God that it was given to this prophet of 
fire to go away as in a chariot of fire — 
swift, triumphant, glorious. 



^ T ^ HE priceless privilege of intimate 
JL friendship with one of the noblest 
and best of God's servants is only realized 
when, as to-day, one stands by a grave- 
side, — 

"The divided half of such 
A friendship as had mastered Time ; 
Which masters Time indeed and is Eternal." 

For sixteen years Hugh Price Hughes 
was my most intimate friend, my confidant 
and counsellor, and I have learned more 
lessons from him than I could enumerate. 

It was in the winter of 1886-7 that I 
came to assist him in his ministerial work 
at Brixton ; but before that I had learned, 
in the first words I ever heard from him, 
how absolute was his devotion to the risen 


Christ who controlled every action and 
every thought of his life. A few weeks 
after I went to Brixton to be his colleague, 
we were travelling back from Lincolnshire 
in company with J. E. Clapham and Dr. 
Stephenson. It was at the time when Mr. 
Hughes's whole mind and heart were 
absorbed by his great scheme for the West 
London Mission which he was afterwards 
so successfully to carry out. Mr. Clapham 
and Dr. Stephenson began to talk about 
the condition of things at the Wesleyan 
Mission House which was then passing 
through a financial crisis, and they said, 
" Hughes, you and you alone can extricate 
the Missionary Society from its present 
position." I have never forgotten his 
answer : " If it is the will of Christ, and if 
the Conference decides it, I will go." This 
brief answer expressed, too, the guiding 
principles of his life : obedience to the 
commands of Christ, and loyalty to the 
authority which he recognized. 

When I returned invalided from India, 
and at once joined him in the work of the 
West London Mission, I found that the 


permeating thought of all his teaching was 
the 6th Chapter of St. John's Gospel: 
union with the living Christ. The energy 
of his teaching, its dunamis, came from the 
same source as that which was the inspira- 
tion of the Anglican Revival: "Your 
fathers did eat manna in the wilderness 
and are dead. This is the Bread which 
cometh down from Heaven that a man 
may eat thereof and not die. I am the 
Living Bread which came down from 
Heaven. If any man eat of this bread, he 
shall live for ever, and the Bread which I 
shall give is My Flesh, which I will give 
for the life of the world." 

His passionate desire for reunion which 
sometimes led him into actions and expres- 
sions which those most closely associated 
with him regretted, arose from his vivid 
conception of the Church as the Bride of 
Christ, and his desire for the removal of 
the divisions which marred the realization 
of that conception. He had no patience 
with the comfortable, almost smug self- 
satisfaction of certain " Evangelicals " who 
were represented in the reunion discus- 


sions, and who said, " We are already 
united in spirit." He would reply that 
our Lord's prayer was, " That they all may 
be one .... that the world may believe 
that Thou hast sent Me." A divided 
Church, he used to point out, will never 
win a rebellious world. 

Yet he was loyal to Methodism, no man 
more so. When, after certain unhappy 
incidents which I need not particularize, 
the present Archbishop of Canterbury had 
expressed his willingness to ordain me, and 
Archdeacon Farrar (as he then was) had 
invited me to St. Margaret's, Westminster, 
as his curate, I had decided to accept these 
suggestions, as I was passionately desirous 
of remaining in the active ministry of the 
Church of Christ. Mr. Hughes learned 
these facts one evening at Lucerne, and 
the next day we went for a walk together 
and he said, " I have been praying all night 
about you, Lunn; you must not take this 
step. You have stood before the world as 
an advocate of reunion. I know the 
motives that are leading you to this deci- 
sion, but your action will be misinterpreted 


by both sides. The High Churchmen will 
say, and your Nonconformist brethren will 
agree, that you have doubts about the 
validity of your orders as a Wesleyan 
minister. I know you have not these 
doubts, but that does not alter the case. 
Reunion, when it comes, will be brought 
about in God's own time ; not by individuals 
passing over from one side to another, but 
by the gradual approximation of the 
Churches as a whole to one another. You 
had a thousand times better become a 
Methodist layman, and serve the Church 
of Christ in that sphere." 

In the controversy which is now distract- 
ing the nation, we have lost not merely a 
bold champion on the Nonconformist side, 
but one who like our own great general in 
South Africa, had the statesmanlike ability 
which would have enabled him not only to 
carry a war to a successful issue, but to 
arrange the terms of peace with due regard 
to opponents. He had much in common 
with those who believe that no religious 
teaching can be effective that is not definite 
and dogmatic, and this together with his 


strong views as to the Scriptural position 
of the Free Churches, would have qualified 
him to act as a mediator between two 
parties equally convinced of the righteous- 
ness of their cause. 

I well remember one walk we took last 
August up the Scheidegg at Grindelwald. 
During the two hours' walk to the summit 
we had been discussing Methodist affairs, 
and at the top we fell in with an English 
clergyman, nephew of the late editor of the 
Spectator, and a former Headmaster of the 
Lower School of Harrow. For three hours 
and a half, one hour on the summit and the 
rest of the time as we walked back to the 
village, he was putting his views before 
these two Anglicans, with the passionate 
enthusiasm that he threw into everything 
he did. The burden of his talk was that if 
only they could understand each other's 
position, it would not be difficult to come 
to an understanding. He was always 
ready to recognize Christian devotion and 
earnestness in those from whom he differed, 
and he once said after a conversation with 
Lord Halifax, that " He was sure Lord 


Halifax knew as well as he did what the 
New Birth meant, and he ought to be a 
Methodist class-leader." 

Space does not permit of any adequate 
dealing with the traits that endeared him 
to those who knew him in private life, — 
his absence of rancour and bitterness, his 
admirable generosity, and disinterested- 
ness, his warmly affectionate nature. But 
it ought to be put on record that his attacks 
on the Mammon worship of the day were 
borne out in his own life. Out of his com- 
parative poverty he gave, during the last 
months of his life, £100 to the million 
guinea fund, from a small legacy that had 
come to him, and also gave back to the 
funds of the West London Mission his 
year's stipend of £300. He gloried in the 
fact that while the great Methodist com- 
munion secures an adequate maintenance 
to all her ministers, the stipend of her most 
distinguished teachers does not exceed the 
small sum I have mentioned ; and he loved 
to quote the maxim, " From everyone 
according to his ability ; to everyone 
according to his need." 

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Lastly, none of those who stood by his 
graveside on the gloomy November day 
when he was borne to his rest could refrain 
from remembering how confident always 
was his hope of immortality, and they must 
have felt that the noble words of the 
Burial Service, " In sure and certain hope 
of a blessed resurrection," could never have 
been more fitly spoken. It was full of 
significance to those who knew him that 
the last article he ever wrote for his own 
paper, which appeared on the Thursday 
after his death, was an earnest setting forth 
of the great doctrine of the Atonement, 
and bore as its title, " The Death of Christ." 
It is not yet perhaps fully recognized how 
great a debt the Free Churches owe to his 
firm grasp of the great fundamental truths 
of the Christian faith, by which he lived 
and in which he died. 



(Of the West London Mission). 

" They that be wise shall shine as the brightness 
of the firmament; and they that turn many /r» 
righteousness as the stars for ever and ever" 

HAVING had the privilege of closest 
association in work for fifteen 
years, in my judgment the most prominent 
feature of Mr. Hughes' life was his intense 
" passion for souls," his eager desire for the 
conversion of men and women. As we have 
talked of the Mission, as we have walked in 
the street, in our public meetings, in our 
private gatherings, he has ever said, " Pray, 
pray that God may give us conversions." 
And how God has heard his prayer, and 
what has been the result, the lives of the 
people do show. The next feature, most 
conspicuous to those who knew him best, 

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was his true saintliness ; he preached and he 
lived that which he was never tired of 
repeating, " What would Jesus Christ have 
done if He had been in my place ? " 
Whenever we went to him about any matter 
of difficulty, he would never think of dis- 
cussing personal or secondary considera- 
tions ; he would always say, " What do you 
think Christ would have you do ? " That 
being settled, with exquisite gentleness he 
would go into every point of difficulty, 
removing, as far as possible, all unnecessary 
effort, until you felt able to " laugh at im- 
possibilities " and accomplish them. 

But in the few lines I write to-day, I 
should like to emphasize the indebtedness 
which I and the Sisters feel we owe to him 
for the magnificent service he has rendered 
to the cause of woman. Mr. Hughes knew 
nothing of the disqualifications of women. 
This, I think, is largely due to his wife. It 
is given to very few to find such a true 
"help-meet" as he has found in Mrs. 

He treated us always as comrades, as 
colleagues ; he was a gentleman of the 


noblest type. The iniquitous inequality 
which allows a man to pass unpunished and 
a woman to suffer, called forth the righteous 
anger of his soul, and there is no occasion 
where Mr. Hughes' gentler qualities were 
more seen than when pleading with the 
" girls in Piccadilly," or speaking individu- 
ally to one who had sinned. I never heard 
him without being reminded of that line in 
our hymn, 

" To those who fall, how kind thou art ! " 

And how he appreciated the work of others ! 
He was always over-estimating what we 
did ; little things which seemed of no value 
were noted by him, and at the right moment 
a courteous recognition of them would be 
given. We loved to serve him. " Mr. 
Hughes wishes it," was quite enough to 
bring forth the most arduous work, and no 
one counted anything too hard or too much 
to attempt for him. I do not believe the 
general public have any idea of the extent 
to which Mr. Hughes appreciated kind 
words and true sympathy. He valued 
them. In hours of stress and strain, when 


even his best friends misunderstood him, he 
would gratefully treasure a kindly word or 
deed which some one had shown him. 

His judgments were always kind. The 
way in which he could forgive and forget 
an injury was wonderful. He never 
cherished any unkindly feeling towards 
any, and the very fact that he was so good 
made him liable to misinterpretation. 
Again and again have we said, " The truth 
is, Mr. Hughes is too good." His absolute 
simplicity (he could not act a double part), 
his singleheartedness, his uprightness 
baffled his enemies. He possessed, in a 
remarkable degree, the qualities of " purity 
and strength " — 

" His strength was as the strength of ten, 
Because his heart was pure. ' 

You could not be in his presence without 
feeling the force of that massive personality. 
He lived in the constantly realised presence 
of God. He feared " no foe with Him at 
hand to bless." He was dependent on no 
one, but Christ, strong in the strength of 



HOW did I know him? As a 
journalistic colleague, as a guide, 
as a teacher, as a leader, as a friend. I 
call him a " journalistic colleague," though 
he was editor and I was his subordinate. 
But his treatment of me was always that of 
a colleague, not that of a superior. If he 
had been my superior in titular rank, but 
my inferior in ability, in industry, in 
journalistic insight, such a relationship 
might have seemed very reasonable; but 
he was my superior at every point of con- 
tact. He owed nothing to his mere titular 
priority. But his intellectual brilliancy and 
quickness, his amazing industry, his 
powerful, lucid style, his large experience, 
his wide reading and his hosts of remark- 
able friends made one feel at every point 

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his superiority. Yet he always treated me 
— inexperienced, duller, slower, less indus- 
trious, far less widely read, knowing com- 
paratively few people — as a colleague, as 
an equal, as one whose opinion was worth 
asking and worth listening to. The result 
was to me at first quite overwhelming. I 
had been used to having to fight to get my 
opinions listened to. This man, on whose 
words and on whose pen tens of thousands 
of people hung, who moulded the policy of 
one of the greatest Churches of Christen- 
dom, who was one of the mighty factors in 
the making of ethical and religious opinion 
in England, whose name was known as a 
household word in every continent — except 
possibly South America — this man listened 
to me, sought my advice, weighed it, and 
sometimes adopted it, as no other man did, 
except a few of my own most intimate 
personal friends, men of my own age and 
standing. The result would, I fear, have 
been to give me an amazingly good conceit 
of myself, but that when I went from his 
presence into the cold outer world, I found 
always I had to fight to get my opinions 


heard. The world contained very few men 
who listened to anything I had to say, as 
Hugh Price Hughes did. 

Not that I wish to convey that we by any 
means always agreed. We did not. He 
by no means always adopted the advice he 
was so careful to ask for and to listen to. 
But he did so sometimes. The most 
notable instance of that that I can recall 
at the moment was during the controversy 
over Dr. Davison's alleged heretical views 
on the authorship of the Book of Psalms. 
Dr. Davison was tried and unanimously 
acquitted by a Committee of the most 
illustrious leaders in Methodism. Mr. 
Hughes, always a great believer in con- 
stituted authorities, thought that ought to 
end the matter and strongly deprecated 
further discussion. His opinion was soon 
put to a practical test. A Yorkshire lay- 
man, Mr. Myers, I think, sent a long letter 
to both the Methodist papers, the object 
of which was to show that not only Dr. 
Davison, but the Committee and the Con- 
ference, were all wrong. The Methodist 
Recorder refused to publish the letter, and 

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Mr. Hughes decided that the Methodist 
Times was to do likewise. To this course I 
was strongly opposed. I suppose because I 
am an Irishman I have very little respect for 
constituted authorities of any sort, and I 
have an almost passionate belief in liberty. 
I agreed with the Conference, and the 
Committee and Dr. Davison, and not with 
a word that Mr. Myers had to say. But I 
thought his letter ought to be published in 
the interests of liberty of discussion. Mr. 
Hughes gave way to my arguments and the 
letter appeared. Mr. Myers telegraphed 
for 500 copies of the Methodist Times con- 
taining it and distributed them broadcast, 
but he did not convince the Methodist 
people that the Methodist Conference 
and its distinguished Committee and Dr. 
Davison had all plunged into heresy. We 
heard no more of that controversy. 

Mr. Hughes was an exceedingly earnest 
Methodist. Many Methodists looked 
askance at some of his methods. They 
feared he was drifting away from " the old 
paths.'' They did not know Hugh Price 
Hughes. I never met a more convinced 


Methodist; I have never known anyone 
who gave anything like so good reasons for 
believing that Methodism would ultimately 
be the dominant form of Christianity in the 
world. He firmly believed it would be ; 
for the following among other reasons. He 
believed in evolution in religion; that 
Christ was a living spirit, not a dead man ; 
that because He lived, He still guided and 
led His people, and that there was no 
finality to the revelation of God through 
Christ to mankind. He thought all other 
Churches were too fast bound by creeds 
to follow the guidance of the Church's 

Mr. Hughes always triumphantly pointed 
to the Methodist conquest of the greatest 
State on the North American Continent as 
a tremendous fact in the religious history 
of the world. He was a great believer in 
the future potentialities of America. He 
strongly held that the political future of the 
world belonged to the English-speaking 
races, and that of these the people of the 
United States with their inexhaustible 
material resources, their restless energy — 



and their Methodism, were the people with 
the greatest future. He looked forward to 
a time when the inhabitants of this planet 
would be overwhelmingly won over to real 
Christianity, through the instrumentality of 
a living, growing Methodist Church, un- 
hampered by traditions or by creeds. 

His strong sympathy with all that 
seemed to him best in other Christian 
Churches helped to make some Methodists 
apprehensive as to whither he was leading 
them. When he thought any method or 
institution good, it mattered not to him 
that a Church of which on the whole he 
disapproved strongly had a sort of patent 
rights in it. He fearlessly adopted it. He 
resented the idea that any Church should 
have a monopoly of anything that was 
good. This mental attitude led to the 
foundation of the Sisterhood of the People. 
This frightened a good many old-fashioned 
Methodists. They thought that a Sister- 
hood, the members of which wore a veil 
and were called by their Christian names 
with the prefix " Sister," showed a Rome- 
ward tendency. That was not the stand- 

point with which Mr. Hughes, with his 
splendid audacity, looked at the religious 
history of the world. He thought that the 
Latin Church had derived great strength 
from the devoted services of good women, 
but he objected to their vows of celibacy, 
their conventual life, its secrecy, and to a 
very great many other things in the Latin 
Church. That to him was no reason why 
he should not copy what he thought good. 
He could see no reason in morals or in his 
creed why good women should not devote 
themselves as exclusively to religious work 
as good men. Only, there must be no 
vows, no resignation of absolute freedom 
of action. His Sisters were to live in the 
world, not out of it, and they were to be 
free to marry. The head of his Sister- 
hood, the first and only head, was his own 
devoted wife, and many of the members of 
his Sisterhood have married since its 
foundation. The success of the experi- 
ment so far has justified Mr. Hughes' judg- 
ment, and his daring example has been 
widely imitated in Methodism. 

But his broad sympathies misled not 


only Methodists, but those outside his own 
Church. Prominent Churchmen in this 
country formed the opinion that Mr. 
Hughes was tending towards Anglicanism. 
Strenuous efforts were made by some of 
them — with the most kindly intentions — 
to induce him to enter the Anglican 
Church. Whether all the facts will ever be 
published I do not know. I only know, of 
my own personal knowledge, that such 
efforts were made. But these men did not 
know Hugh Price Hughes. He had no 
narrow hostility to the Anglican — or even 
to the Latin — Church in so far as he 
believed it to be a depository of Christian 
truth. But he disliked the establishment 
of a single sect, and he loathed and 
abhorred the idea of the State controlling 
the whole or any branch of the Christian 
Church. I sometimes doubted whether he 
would seriously have opposed a theocracy, 
the Church — provided that it were the 
Methodist Church he loved — controlling 
the State. But the reverse of that was to 
him mere paganism, and dishonouring to 


I have no space to speak of Mr. Hughes 
as a man, as a friend, as a guide ; of his 
boyish, winsome jollity ; his limpid, sincere, 
yet strangely complex and interesting 
humanity — for he was very, very human. 
I have spoken of him as a journalistic col- 
league, as a great religious leader, an 
ecclesiastical statesman who moulded, per- 
haps, more than most of us realize, the 
religious and ethical thought of his time. 
But it is not on his brilliant, lucid, literary 
style, nor his fearless, biting platform 
oratory, nor even on his soaring gorgeous 
imaginings of the transcendent future of 
a world-conquering Methodism that I look 
back with the most longing regrets. It is 
on the man — 

11 the human, 
With his droppings of warm tears " — 

it is on that side that I, and I believe all the 
inner circle of his friends, will miss him 
most sadly and longest. Methodism may 
he'reafter, as she has done before, produce 
great preachers, great orators, brilliant 
writers, ecclesiastical statesmen, but never, 
I sadly fear, another Hugh Price Hughes. 


His brilliant style on the platform and in 
the pulpit and in the Press never did justice 
to this facet of a many-faceted character. 

Some people saw one face and some 
another, but there was one side which only 
those who were privileged to be closest to 
him ever saw, and that view is gone from our 
lives for ever. That is the mystery of 
death : what a man writes lives after him ; 
what a man does lives after him ; what a 
man is, goes elsewhere. That strange, 
mysterious thing we call personality, the 
soul speaking through the body, has lost its 
means of communication with its fellow- 


IT is now twenty-two years since I first 
knew Hugh Price Hughes, since he 
began to take an interest in me. Twenty- 
two years since I was brought under the 
spell of that magnetic personality and 
recognized his leadership in life and 

I was a law-student in London in 1880. 
He had gone down upon a Home Mission 
Deputation to Ripley, in Derbyshire, where 
he was my father's guest. He had learnt 
there that I was in London, and he at once 
wrote to me that I must go out to Barry 
Road and spend the next Saturday with 
him there. I went to lunch, and, though 
I little thought it then, that day was to be 
the most eventful of my life. 

I was only a boy, but the memory of the 
kindness of Mrs. Hughes to me, and of the 


revelations Mr. Hughes opened to me that 
afternoon, thrills me yet. 

No one has so influenced my life as the 
friend I have just lost, and that both 
directly and indirectly. What he said to 
me as we wandered over Peckham Rye 
that summer afternoon about God and 
religion, about men and books, about 
history and politics, changed my whole 
current of thought. I remember his asking 
me, the young law-student, in his study 
after lunch whether I had ever read any 
of Milton's prose. I said " No," and he at 
once took down one of the three " Bohn " 
volumes and declaimed the passage which 
ends with the famous words, " If any law 
or custom be contrary to the law of God, of 
nature, or of reason, it ought to be looked 
upon as null and void." About an hour ago 
I saw the book again on his study shelves 
in Taviton Street and found this passage 
marked. We all know that it has been the 
dominant note of all his public work. I soon 
bought the " Bohn" edition for myself. From 
that day also I began to read The Spectator. 
He gave all my Church work a new impulse 
and inspiration, and intensely confirmed 


my Methodism. Thus at the first inter- 
view with him the mere force of his person- 
ality shot me forth into Methodist work. 

He never lost sight of me afterwards, 
and occasionally wrote to me during the 
ten years I spent in the country. It was 
through him, in 1886, when I attended my 
first Wesleyan Conference, that I got to 
know my wife, and through him, indirectly, 
that we came to London in 1889. 

No sooner did he know that we were to 
reside in Town than he insisted that I 
should join the Wesleyan West London 
Mission and come to live in Bloomsbury. I 
received a list of vacant houses from a firm 
of estate agents, who informed me that 
Mr. Price Hughes had instructed them! 
The first house on that list is the one in 
which I am now writing, and in which we 
have spent a dozen happy years. Then, 
as always, he carried me out of myself and 
swept me along with him. 

In 1891 again, he insisted that my wife 
and I should accompany himself and Mrs. 
Price Hughes to America. Of course I 
again did as he told me, and a happy visit 


we had together. During that journey we 
learnt to know and love him more and 
more. His eager, restless spirit even out- 
ran the speed of American trains. He 
covered and re-covered vast districts of that 
great Continent, and, like his great proto- 
type, he preached as he went. Then, in- 
deed, it was most conspicuous that he 
regarded himself as an instrument in the 
hands of God ; he never stopped to pick 
and choose his places, he simply did as he 
was told and went where he was sent to 
carry God's Word, and with it a message 
from the Old Country to the Young 
Country as to how the people in their 
crowded thousands were to be reached by 
the Gospel of Christ. This message was 
delivered with such force and fire both in 
sermon, lecture and debate, that he struck 
our advanced cousins over there with 
amaze, and made them suppose that in 
Methodist economy, in broad religious life, 
in social reform and even in brotherly 
equality the Mother Country was even 
more advanced than her emancipated 


He indeed fired the imagination of the 
American people, and to us they expressed 
again and again their admiration for and 
amazement at this " live man." Especially 
did they appreciate him in controversy; 
when, armed cap-a-pie, he sprang into 
debate and trampled under foot the 
enemies of truth, of truth as it was seen 
by him. This suggests one of the secrets 
of his force. His strength was founded on 
a deep conviction of the righteousness of 
his cause, of any cause he advocated, and 
out of the fulness of this conviction he 
spoke with force, he smote with strong 
words. This characteristic point of view 
of his is well illustrated by a little incident 
with my own sister. On the day of the 
anniversary of the West London Mission 
this year he twice met her going the other 
way when he was going to St. James's 
Hall, and on the second occasion he said 
to her, " It seems to me, young lady, you 
spend y6ur life in going in the wrong 

Just in the same way because he had no 
deep convictions as to his own need of or 


right to money, and all it represented ; no 
deep concern as to whether he was mis- 
understood or went unrewarded, he could 
not fight for himself, he could not be in the 
way of securing the good things of this 
life as he might easily have done. I 
always felt that he was ever about his 
Father's business. He was a wonderful 
compound of audacity and shyness, daring 
and timidity. In his Master's work he 
was ever daring, he never hung back; in 
this service, he claimed much from others, 
just as he gave much himself, for he gave 
himself unsparingly. But in his own inter- 
ests he was diffident to a fault, he let slip 
golden opportunities. 

I have said that, during that, to me, 
memorable journey in America he preached 
as he went ; and he also learnt as he went. 
We should have to refer to the pages of 
the journal of John Wesley to find a record 
of the strenuous life at all comparable to 
that of Hugh Price Hughes. But there 
was this difference, that in the former days 
time and space and the difficulties attend- 
ant upon travel put a drag upon the ener- 


gies of John Wesley, and so he lived to old 
age. To-day the annihilation of time and 
space by modern science in the steam 
engine, the telegraph, the telephone, has 
been a spur to the consuming zeal of Hugh 
Price Hughes, and he has fallen, almost 
in the prime of manhood, a victim to his 
own vigour, killed by his own vital force. 

He was ever a fighter. We know the 
saying, " Palma non sine pulvere," but he 
shook off the dust of strife from his armour. 
The wars he waged and the battles he 
fought left no scar upon his spiritual life, 
and I never heard him utter a single word 
of personal animosity about anyone who 
differed from him. His was the large 
nature which regretted rather than resented 
differences. On that journey he was in- 
terested in everything, from the system of 
American railway tickets to the Methodist 
Theological Institutions, the " Book Con- 
cerns," and the Women's Colleges. His 
catholic spirit absorbed all the aspects of 
that young nation while his keen mind tore 
out the heart of their success. 

He laughed heartily over the humour, he 


admired the greatness, he spotted the weak- 
nesses, and he gloried in the forcefulness 
of a people untrammelled by traditions and 
founded upon religious freedom. There 
we saw so plainly in those new surround- 
ings one of his marked characteristics. He 
was for ever taking in and, equally, always 
giving out. He assimilated facts and ideas 
with extraordinary rapidity. We made a 
pilgrimage to Plymouth Rock and to the 
cemetery of the Pilgrim Fathers, and there 
we had to transcribe for him the words in- 
scribed upon the tomb of the first Pilgrim 
Father who was laid to his rest. " Let 
your country be founded upon religion," 
was the burden of those carven words, and 
well do I remember his ejaculation, 
" Splendid ! " and the characteristic com- 
ments he made on that message from the 
tomb. I sadly remember, too, that that 
was the first time, thousands of miles away, 
across the Atlantic, that I stood in a ceme- 
tery with my dear friend, and to-day, eleven 
years later, I looked down into his open 
grave and tried to realize that he would 
never speak to me again. I thought of all 


he had done that his beloved country might 
be founded in religion, and determined 
afresh to consecrate my life anew to the 
work in which he spent himself, and to 
which he gave his life. I have written thus 
much of our American visit, because that 
journey was typical of his life. 

I esteem it one of the greatest privileges 
of my life to have lived and worked with 
this noble, fearless man. Twelve years ago 
he insisted on my taking office in the West 
London Mission. My association with him, 
and with Mr. Mark Guy Pearse, Mr. Percy 
W. Bunting and my other colleagues in this 
Mission has been one of unbroken happi- 
ness. There never was a man who was 
easier to work with than Mr. Hughes. In 
public he was a hard fighter, a brilliant 
debater and a powerful controversialist ; in 
private he was the gentlest of men, and in 
the Mission he has always been loved, as 
I have never known a man loved by his 
colleagues and CQ-workers. Loyalty is far 
too weak a word to express the sentiment 
which bound us to our leader. He pos- 
sessed a marvellous magnetic influence, an. 

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electric force which thrilled everyone who 
was brought into sympathetic touch with 
him. He lived ever in the spirit of prayer, 
and one secret of his success was his belief 
in the power of prayer. 

The 'Sunday evening- services at St. 
James's Hall have always been a wonder 
to me. For a dozen years I have heard 
him preach there, and every sermon has 
been alive with some new idea and impulse, 
fresh, vitalizing, helpful and inspiring. In 
the "Enquiry Room" I have again and 
again witnessed the most marvellous mani- 
festations of the power which he possessed 
of reaching the hearts and consciences of 
men. The miracles of converting power 
and of redeeming grace, of which the Holy 
Spirit has made him the instrument, will 
always be to me an impregnable evidence, 
if such were needed, of the truth of the 
Christianity he loved and served so well. 

He laboured in many spheres of religious 
and social activity, but the inmost circle of 
all, the religious home of his soul, was the 
West London Mission which he called into 
being. It was there that he was best 
known and best loved. 


It is needless to say that -he who founded 
the Sisterhood as the heart and centre of 
the Mission was a strong believer in 
women's work as a force making for 
righteousness in every department of civil 
and public life. He loved to discuss the 
various phases and developments of that 
work in its many ramifications. He always 
seemed to me to stand bareheaded, as it 
were, in respectful admiration of the brave 
work accomplished in various fields by 
good women, whether in religion, social 
reform, in temperance or in politics. 

He touched life at so many points that 
he was ever fresh and very human. He 
was so simple in his tastes that the smallest 
pleasure was a real pleasure, and it was 
most easy to amuse him. Once when he 
and Mrs. Hughes stayed with us in a 
country cottage he entered so thoroughly 
into the spirit of that life that our simple 
meals seemed like kings' banquets, and 
our cottage garden a grand estate, so that 
those days remain a living picture for ever 
in my memory. The bicycle rides we then 
took stand out in the same way sharply 


defined by the strong lines of his intense 
interest. Indeed, I seldom ride uphill now 
without thinking of his remark that he 
always felt when bicycling uphill that 
Nature was taking a mean advantage of 
him. In that, too, as in more serious affairs, 
he went full speed uphill, or, as he said, 
he could not go at all. 

I am profoundly impressed by the fact 
that there are hundreds of younger 
Methodists who, like myself, have been 
inspired by his vitalizing influence, and thus 
his work must live and grow. He has 
breathed the life of progressive religion 
into the dry bones of respectable 
formalism, and so has given a new hope 
to the younger men. We were constantly 
reminded that he had the seeing eye to 
recognize ability in the young, the generous 
mind to give free play to individual powers, 
and the large human charity to appreciate 
the least measure of success in work. In 
the Mission we all felt sure of his warm- 
hearted recognition of our smallest efforts, 
his word of approval was worth much be- 
cause it was spontaneous and sincere. 

He has for so long filled so large a space 
in my life and interests that I cannot at this 
short interval realize the vacancy which 
his sudden removal creates. Words are 
but a coarse medium in which to express 
the feeling I always had for my lost friend. 
We who loved him in the Mission are 
determined to carry on his work. In the 
words of a letter which I have just received 
from the President of the Wesleyan Con- 
ference, we " have to keep the work up as 
well as on." 



(Of the West London Mission). 

always been my ideal Christian 
minister. As a schoolboy I admired him 
and had a passionate desire to know him. 
That desire was not then gratified. But I 
have no hesitation in saying that it was the 
fervour of his evangelism — for he was at 
that time beginning to stir up the dry bones 
of Methodism — combined with home influ- 
ence, which inspired me with a longing to 
become a Wesleyan Methodist Minister (or, 
more correctly, as Mr. Price Hughes often 
reminded me, a Methodist Preacher}. 
When, in 1889, my father was appointed 
General Secretary of the London Mission, 

the desire of my schoolboy days was 
realised. I saw, heard, and came into close 
contact with Hugh Price Hughes. 

How quickly I learned to love him! 
There was about Mr. Hughes an influence 
that acted like a magical spell. One could 
not resist him. In public — the fiery 
evangelist, the stalwart fighter, the fierce 
denouncer of shams ; an orator speaking 
with a vehemence almost startling, an editor 
writing with an intensity of conviction as 
welcome as it is rare ; in private — gentle, 
courteous, and witty — in short, a perfect 
gentleman. I have come into contact with 
conspicuous men who have quickly made 
you feel yourself a nobody. Not so Mr. 
Hughes. I was only a boy of seventeen 
when I first met him, yet he talked to 
me as to a man, asked my opinion on 
various matters, listened to what I had to 
say, and uttered words expressive of his 
loyalty to Christ and His Church which I 
shall never forget. I went from his 
presence with head erect, proud to be fight- 
ing the same battle as the man whose in- 
spiration I had caught. Since then I have 

had many conversations with him, but 
always with the same result. 

When, in 1892, the Wesleyan Methodist 
Conference accepted me as a candidate for 
the ministry Mr. Hughes was one of the first 
to congratulate me and assure me of his 
prayers on my behalf. I was delighted the 
Conference sent me to his College, Rich- 
mond, and felt that somehow his influence 
still lingered there. During my three years' 
residence — years to Mr. Hughes of extra- 
ordinary activity — he found time to write 
me many letters, mainly concerning the 
books I ought to read He especially urged 
me to study social questions, strongly 
recommending Ruskin's " Unto this last." 
He also advised me to read Professor 
Alfred Marshall's " Economics of Industry." 
It is impossible to exaggerate Mr. Hughes' 
influence on the life and thought of the 
younger men of the ministry. He has lifted 
us out of the old " ruts," turned our minds . 
into new channels, widened our sympathies, . 
and kindled our enthusiasm for social' 

In 1 895 I had the unspeakable privilege. 

of becoming Mr. Hughes' colleague in the 
work of the West London Mission. The 
seven years and three months' close associa- 
tion with him has been a period of un- 
broken happiness. The better I knew him 
the more I admired him. He was a noble 
chief and loyal friend. He had marked 
characteristics. Most of all was I im- 
pressed with the intensity of his religious 
convictions. He was a man of God. And 
his religion was perfectly natural. At the 
dinner table — no man was more hospit- 
able or more delightful as host — he would 
turn the conversation from a discussion on 
politics, literature, or on matters of domestic 
interest to the deepest "things of God" 
There seemed nothing contradictory or 
irreverent in this ; the man was so trans- 
parently genuine. No questionable stories 
— such as those sometimes heard even in 
•clerical circles — ever passed his lips; no 
-cruel sarcasm and no unworthy sneer. His 
words came quickly, but the love of Christ 
" constrained " them. Yet he was absolutely 
human, sunny in disposition and boyish in 
-spirit. How pleased he was to assist in 




teaching me to ride a bicycle! How he 
laughed at my blunders, running along at 
the side of the machine like a boy to keep 
me from falling. With what intense earnest- 
ness he instructed me how to mount ! Then 
with what delight he started out for a cycle 
ride, and how he enjoyed the tea and hot 
toast at the confectioner's shop on the top 
of Barnet Hill! 

Those happy Saturday cycle rides, with 
the ride back to town in the cool of the 
eventide, when conversation turned on 
politics, literature, or on that of which he 
never ceased to speak, the privilege of 
working for Christ in the West London 
Mission, are at end. Shall I ever delight 
in cycling again ? 

Mr. Hughes' greatness next impressed 
me. He was first at all times and every- 
where. In Conference, Synod, public meet- 
ing, or drawing-room, he impressed you. 
He could not help being the centre of 
attraction. Some public men disappoint 
you in private life ; talk to them face to face 
and their greatness vanishes. Mr. Hughes 
was great on the platform of St. James's 



Hall ; he was equally great in his little 
study at 8, Taviton Street. 

But perhaps the characteristics which 
most impressed me were his tireless in- 
dustry and burning enthusiasm. He was 
always at work, yet he was never too busy 
to see, converse with, and advise those who 
worked with him. He never resented your 
intrusion. I have entered his study, and 
he has been walking up and down, or sitting 
at his desk, dictating a fiery leader for the 
Methodist Times. Greeting me with a smile 
and pleasant word, he has asked, " Have 
you seen to-day's Times or this week's 
Spectator?" and handing me one of these 
journals he has proceeded to lay down the 
law for the readers of his inspiring paper, 
or else he has asked his secretary to with- 
draw, plunged into conversation, and when 
I have left has continued his leader. I have 
gone to Taviton Street late at night on 
matters of urgency concerning the Mission ; 
I have been told Mr. Hughes was in bed, 
but had left word I was to go up to his 
room. Entering his bedroom I have dis- 
covered him asleep. But in a moment he 


was awake, fresh, lively, frolicsome. I have 
told him my business, and before I have left 
his room he has been soundly asleep again. 
Who can measure his labours? Superin- 
tendent of a great mission, leader of the 
Free Church movement, and editor of a 
newspaper ; he did the work of six men. 

Above all, I shall remember his burning 
enthusiasm. By nature I have but little 
enthusiasm, but I have served under Hugh 
Price Hughes, and you may write me down 
" Enthusiast" He was enthusiastic about 
everything, cycling, walking, reading, but 
above all about the Kingdom of God. His 
fiery spirit made everything live. No 
prayer meeting was dreary, no committee 
dull, and no service monotonous if he was 

It is hard to write of my last conversations 
with Mr. Hughes. I will only mention one. 
On the 8th of October last my mother lost 
her life whilst saving a little child from 
being run over in the crowded streets of 
Woolwich. Shall I ever forget the words 
he uttered ? "A glorious death," he said, 
" such a death as I should like." He com- 


forted me, giving me the message in St. 
Paul's Epistle to the Corinthians: "O 
grave, where is thy victory? O death, 
where is thy sting?" "Walters," he 
said, "be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always 
abounding in the work of the Lord, foras- 
much as ye know that your labour is not 
in vain in the Lord" (i Cor. xv. 55 — 58). 
I little knew then that in a few short 
weeks he would be called to God. But 
when on Tuesday last I looked on him, so 
beautiful in death, I seemed to hear him 
say, "Be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always 
abounding in the work of the Lord." 



knew him was a rising young plat- 
form orator, a tall slim figure wearing 
clerical dress and old-fashioned spectacles, 
with pale face suggesting over study, and a 
power of trenchant oratory that pointed to 
a brilliant future. He was one of my 
earliest heroes, and had full command of 
my youthful enthusiasm. I have never 
known a man so well equipped for the work 
of impressing and winning young men. 
The gospel that helps the aged saint is not 
the gospel that thrills the impulsive youth. 
Tell young men that underneath them are 
the Everlasting Arms, and they are not 
greatly moved — when they approach the 
fortieth birthday and discover grey hairs at 
the temples, the message will have infinite 

comfort, but in the days of boyish ardour a 
stalwart fighter like Mr. Hughes is the man 
who can win their loyalty and do pretty 
well what he likes with them. So it was in 
my experience. Mr. Hughes called us to 
valiant service, appealed to all that was 
manly and chivalrous in us, and preached 
what to me was a new kind of religion — a 
Christianity that kept Governments straight, 
that enforced civic duty and purified muni- 
cipal life, that brought the ethics of Jesus 
to bear upon the daily drudgery of the 
common people. It was a revelation to me, 
and thus to Mr. Hughes I owe a great moral 
impulse that remains with me to this day. 

The first time I saw and heard Mr. 
Hughes was at a meeting of the Peace 
Society in the Old Weigh House Chapel, 
near the Monument, an ancient building, 
long since demolished. The meeting was 
deadly dull, and on looking down the list 
of speakers I hoped for no improvement. 
As I was thinking of making my escape 
the chairman called upon the Rev. Hugh 
Price Hughes. The .name meant nothing 
to me. But within five minutes every man 


in that chapel realised that a new force had 
arisen in England. He roused a dead and 
dreary meeting to an almost unbearable 
pitch of enthusiasm. He was tingling with 
life to his very finger tips, and he fairly 
hypnotized his hearers. He held in his 
hand a little penny memorandum book with 
a black cover, from which he read apt and 
well selected quotations from great writers 
on the subject of war. He denounced 
war as the " crowning insanity," the 
" supreme curse," the " diabolical mad- 
ness," he poured out a flood of biting 
vituperation on the fools who delighted in 
war, and his racy, forceful eloquence, his 
irresistible Celtic passion made an impres- 
sion which I have never seen excelled even 
in the most crowded and excited assemblies. 
I suppose at that time he was about 33, and 
I was about 1 6. From that hour he had me 
in his power. 

I remember also a remarkable speech on 
" Christian Audacity " at an annual meeting 
of the Y.M.C.A. in Exeter Hall, a speech 
that brought the audience to its feet, wildly 
cheering the fervid young Welshman, who 


was himself the best specimen of Christian 
audacity I have ever known. I witnessed 
many of his triumphs in Exeter Hall — one 
of the greatest was on the occasion when 
he made a daring speech on Christian 
Socialism which roused the wrath of the 
good Lord Shaftesbury. Mr. Hughes had 
the meeting with him, however, and the 
indignant chairman had to give way and 
allow the speaker to proceed. Dr. Robert- 
son Nicoll says he first saw Mr. Hughes in 
the City Temple Lecture Hall after a 
lecture. I wonder whether it was on the 
night when I heard Mr. Hughes give a 
memorable lecture on " The Achievements 
of Christianity." If so, I think Dr. Nicoli 
will agree with me that it was a masterly 
piece of work. The curious thing about 
that lecture is that although it was obviously 
prepared with great care and written in 
full, I never heard of its being delivered 
anywhere else. If the MS. is in existence 
it ought now to see the light. I remember 
one other occasion when I heard Mr. 
Hughes make a great speech ; it was at a 
densely crowded meeting in connection 


with the Sheffield Y.M.C.A. He achieved 
nothing remarkable in the first ten minutes ; 
then a man in the gallery was providentially 
led to interrupt Mr. Hughes was imme- 
diately transformed. He simply played 
with his opponent With humorous exag- 
geration and cutting irony he silenced the 
poor fellow, and then proceeded to give us 
twenty minutes of direct, intense, red-hot 
eloquence. He was always at his best 
when he had something or someone to " go 
for" — it mattered little whether it was a 
hard-hearted sweater, a profligate politician, 
an idle and selfish church or an unjust Par- 
liamentary measure — he was ever a valiant 
and resolute fighter, strenuously battling for 
purity and 'righteousness. Some com- 
plained that he was " cocksure " ; certainly, 
but why not call it intensity of conviction ? 
It would be a truer description of a not 
altogether valueless quality. This at all 
events all who knew him will recognize : 
if he was violent in denunciation, he was 
never vindictive in temper. 

I first met Mr. Hughes personally when I 
arranged a great anti-gambling demon- 

stration one Sunday afternoon in St James's 
Hall. It was in connection with the 
National Anti-Gambling League, which I 
had recently started — and I had no more 
sympathetic helper in organizing the new 
movement than Mr. Hughes. This was in 
the early days of the West London Mission, 
when that remarkable pioneer movement 
was at the height of its prosperity and 
attracted universal attention. They were 
grand days. Those who attended the 
Sunday afternoon conferences when Mr. 
Hughes was in full health and vigour will 
never forget them. But as I look back I find 
that the deepest impression I received was 
not from the crowded gatherings, with all 
their moral fervour and political enthusiasm, 
but from the series of Bible readings which 
Mr. Hughes gave on week nights. They 
revealed him in a new light, and I have 
seldom heard more stimulating addresses. 

But it was my good fortune to see most 
of Mr. Hughes when he was on holiday. 
Several times we met in Switzerland, at 
Lucerne, Andermatt, Davos Platz and 
Grindelwald, and I have no hesitation in 


saying that these were the happiest holi- 
days of my life. He was capital company, 
full of boyish fun and the wild joy of 
life. Unfortunately even on his vacations 
there was too little unbending of the bow. 
Piles of newspapers followed him about, 
and every now and then he would retire to 
his bedroom for an afternoon to write 
editorial notes for the Methodist Times. 
The " leaders " for the whole of the holiday 
weeks were prepared before he left town, 
for in those days he would dictate half-a- 
dozen leading articles without turning a 
hair. Even on rambles and excursions he 
would enter into long and strenuous discus- 
sions which must have made great demands 
on his vitality. One day we got up at 
4 a.m. and climbed the Rigi. All the way 
up we were debating the old question, 
Which is the more influential, the press or 
the platform ? I pointed out to him that in 
half-an-hour he could dictate a leading 
article which would influence thousands of 
people all over the world, whereas after two 
long and tiresome railway journeys, the 
absence of 30 hours from home, and all the 


friction and inconvenience of staying in a 
strange house, and the nervous exhaustion 
of speaking in a crowded hall, he would 
only have addressed one or two thousand 
people. But he stuck to it that by talking 
to people face to face he could do what a 
printed article could never achieve, and I 
daresay he was right Coming down the 
Rigi he started a discussion on woman's 
suffrage. I told him that I had no love for 
the " public " woman who, as Barry Pain 
puts it, " knows everything about sin and 
nothing about housekeeping," and I sug- 
gested that as women were born Conserva- 
tives, if once they got hold of the vote we 
need never hope to see a Liberal Govern- 
ment in power again. But he demolished 
me just as he had extinguished the half- 
tipsy man in the gallery at Sheffield, and 
as we descended the mountain path he 
talked with the same brilliance and vivacity 
that characterized his great public speeches. 
I shall never forget our talks and excur- 
sions at Davos Platz. One excursion was 
specially delightful, for our party included 
Sir Walter Foster, Mr. Richard Le 


Gallienne, Rev. George Jackson, Mrs.- 
Hughes and Sister Lily. I took a very 
interesting snap-shot of Mr. Hughes seated 
on a rock with Mr. Le Gallienne and Sir 
Walter Foster on either side. It would not 
be easy to imagine two men more entirely 
different than Mr. Hughes and Mr. Le 
Gallienne, and yet they got on splendidly 
together, and I know that the poet and 
critic had from that time a deep respect and 
an intense admiration for the Mission 
Preacher and Social Reformer. He chaffed 
him unmercifully— one night at dinner he 
told Mr. Hughes that if he were an actor 
and had to play Mephistopheles his up- 
turned eyebrows would be worth at least an 
extra thirty shillings a week to him. Mr. 
Hughes took it all in perfect good humour, 
and I do not remember in all my holiday ex- 
periences a jollier or more interesting party. 
Some have thought Mr. Hughes proud and 
standoffish. They never knew him. He 
was impatient with bores — he had no time 
to waste on the frivolous trivialities of mis- 
chievous chatterboxes. But amongst those 
he knew and liked and trusted, there was 


no more charming companion, no brighter 
talker, no kindlier friend. 

I do not think anyone would say that 
Mr. Hughes was a great preacher. He 
had but little imagination or idealism, and 
most of his sermons were topical rather 
than expository. But he was a great 
driving force, and his dominant individu- 
ality, his strenuous enthusiasm and his alert 
mind and dextrous wit made him the 
prince of platform speakers. His energy 
was boundless. He nearly killed his de- 
voted secretary, though at the time his own 
vitality was so great that he was entirely 
ignorant of the demand he was making 
on his unlucky assistant. He was starting 
for America and a London publisher was 
clamouring for a long-promised volume of 
sermons. So he dictated to his shorthand 
writer the whole volume in two days, and 
the weary secretary had to transcribe his 
notes on the voyage across the Atlantic 
and post the copy when he reached New 

There are many places which will always 
remind me of Mr. Hughes— Lucerne, where 


we had such pleasant tea-parties ; Grindel- 
wald, the scene of many an interesting dis- 
cussion ; Andermatt, where I spent a 
gloriously happy holiday with Mr. Hughes 
and Dr. Lunn ; Davos Platz, where we had 
our final Swiss excursion; and the West 
Cliff at Bournemouth where we said good- 
bye for the last time. But there is one 
other place — a little dairy and tea-shop in 
Heath Street, Hampstead, where we met 
sometimes on Saturday afternoons, and 
which I shall never enter again without 
thinking of our departed friend. Mr. 
Hughes used to spend most Saturday after- 
noons in rambling about Hampstead Heath 
• — sometimes with one of the Sisters of the 
People, sometimes with Dr. Lunn, often 
with members of his family. He always 
took tea in this little shop, although he had 
scores of friends in Hampstead who would 
have been glad of the honour of entertain- 
ing him. We were talking there one day 
of a distinguished preacher, noted for his 
matchless wit and biting sarcasm. I asked 
Mr. Hughes why, although crowds flocked 
to hear this preacher as he travelled about 


the country, he had never succeeded in 
ordinary ministerial work. He replied, 
"You are very fond of salad — you like it 
well seasoned. How would you like to live 
•on salad for three years ? " I was telling 
him of my happy experiences of Cornish 
Methodism, and he remarked that to see 
Methodism at its best one had to go to the 
north — especially to Yorkshire and North- 
umberland. " I shall always regret," he 
added, " that in my younger days I did not 
' travel ' in the north." No man since John 
Wesley has done so much to teach rich 
men to give generously, and he told me 
again and again that the love of money was 
the " supreme danger " of Christian people 
to-day, and was doing more harm within 
the Churches than any other vice. He 
spoke once, in tones of bitter distress, of 
a wealthy Wesleyan who could not sleep at 
night because he feared that after all he 
might be unable to leave each of his chil- 
dren a clear million of money. 

I will bear my testimony that Mr. 
Hughes, " as I knew him," was one of the 
most forgiving of men. He never bore 

8 9 

malice. We disagreed on many questions 
— I fought him in print and in conversa- 
tion again and again — but after he had de- 
nounced me in unmeasured terms, and 
when I had told him what I considered 
the plain truth, he would laugh and say, 
" You impudent fellow," and take my arm 
and go for a walk. I had the pleasure of 
passing through the Press his successful 
and interesting book on "The Morning 
Lands of History," and his letters were full 
of apologies for any trouble he had given, 
thanks for any help or suggestions that 
had been offered, and kindly acknowledg- 
ment of the efforts of printers, paper- 
makers, binders and publishers. I spent 
an afternoon in his study discussing this 
book, and as we were talking over our tea 
he exclaimed, " I hope you'll be rewarded 
for all the trouble you've taken." I had 
done but little, and this generous recogni- 
tion was characteristic of the man. I was, 
indeed, richly rewarded in the almost child- 
like delight he showed in the production 
of the volume. He was specially anxious for 
good reviews in two papers, the Spectator 


and the British Weekly, and in both cases 
his desire was more than satisfied. 

Mr. Hughes had his little faults and 
foibles, but they never lessened one's ad- 
miration for his great and inspiring person- 
ality. He was always absolutely disinter- 
ested. He cared nothing for money. He 
might have made ten thousand a year as a 
barrister; if he had gone into Parliament 
his rare gifts would soon have exalted him 
to Cabinet rank. But he preferred to be 
a Methodist preacher with the salary of a 
managing clerk. I asked him once to give 
me his favourite quotation for reproduction 
in a magazine, and he sent it by return of 
post : " Thou, Christ, art all I want" 
On another occasion I asked him for a 
New Year's motto for the readers of a 
magazine. He wrote to me as follows : 
" There is no saying that has impressed me 
more than an old Welsh proverb which is 
inscribed, I believe, on the bardic chair of 
the National Eisteddfod of Wales. It is 
this: 'Without God, withotit anything: 
God, and enough! The same truth is ex- 
pressed in its definite Christian form in my 


favourite line in hymnology, ' Thou, 
Christ, art all I want' I can suggest no 
better motto than that for the New Year 
and for every year." This was ever the 
dominant passion of his life : to convince 
men of their need of Christ and to lead 
them to Him. 

Only one thing remains to be said : Mr. 
Hughes would not have been the man he 
was but for the beautiful devotion and the 
sweet comradeship of one of the strongest, 
bravest women I have ever known. " Had 
Mr. Hughes been a celibate friar," Mr. 
Stead once remarked, " he would have been 
a very unlovely person indeed." Mr. 
Hughes would have entirely agreed with 
Mr. Stead, for he constantly spoke with 
profoundest gratitude of the perfect happi- 
ness of his home life. 





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