House on a charge of publishing blasphemous libels in the Freethinker; meanwhile Sir Henry Tyler put a notice on the Order Book to deprive “the daughters of Mr. Charles Bradlaugh” of the grant they had earned as science teachers, and got an order which proved to be invalid, but which was acted on, to inspect Mr. Bradlaugh’s and my own private banking accounts, I being no party to the case.  Looking back, I marvel at the incredible meannesses to which Sir Henry Tyler and others stooped in defence of “religion”—­Heaven save the mark!  Let me add that his motion in the House of Commons was a complete failure, and it was emphasised by the publication at the same time of the successful work, both as teachers and as students, of the “daughters of Mr. Charles Bradlaugh,” and of my being the only student in all England who had succeeded in taking honours in botany.

I must pause a moment to chronicle, in September, 1882, the death of Dr. Pusey, whom I had sought in the whirl of my early religious struggles.  I wrote an article on him in the National Reformer, and ended by laying a tribute on his grave:  “A strong man and a good man.  Utterly out of harmony with the spirit of his own time, looking with sternly-rebuking eyes on all the eager research, the joyous love of nature, the earnest inquiry into a world doomed to be burnt up at the coming of its Judge.  An ascetic, pure in life, stern in faith, harsh to unbelievers because sincere in his own cruel creed, generous and tender to all who accepted his doctrines and submitted to his Church.  He never stooped to slander those with whom he disagreed.  His hatred of heresy led him not to blacken the character of heretics, nor to descend to the vulgar abuse used by pettier priests.  And therefore I, who honour courage and sincerity wherever I find them; I, who do homage to steadfastness wherever I find it; I, Atheist, lay my small tribute of respect on the bier of this noblest of the Anglo-Catholics, Edward Bouverie Pusey.”

As a practical answer to the numberless attacks made on us, and as a result of the enormous increase of circulation given to our theological and political writings by these harassing persecutions, we moved our publishing business to 63, Fleet Street, at the end of September, 1882, a shop facing that at which Richard Carlile had carried on his publishing business for a great time, and so seemed still redolent with memories of his gallant struggles.  Two of the first things sold here were a pamphlet of mine, a strong protest against our shameful Egyptian policy, and a critical volume on “Genesis” which Mr. Bradlaugh found time to write in the intervals of his busy life.  Here I worked daily, save when out of London, until Mr. Bradlaugh’s death in 1891, assisted in the conduct of the business by Mr. Bradlaugh’s elder daughter—­a woman of strong character with many noble qualities, who died rather suddenly in December, 1888, and in the work on the National Reformer, first by Dr.