Powles.  Of the many persons who felt Clough’s early death as an irreparable calamity there was hardly one who felt it more than Froude.  His affectionate reverence for Newman was proof against a mental and moral antagonism which could not be bridged.  After Kingsley’s death he wrote, from the Molt, to Mrs. Kingsley:  “Dearest Fanny,—­You tell me not to write, so I will say nothing beyond telling you how deeply I am affected by your thought of me.  The old times are as fresh in my mind as in yours.  You and Charles were the best and truest friends I ever had.  We shall soon be all together again.  God bless you now and in eternity.

“Your affectionate.  J. A. Froude.”

“Cowley Powles is here.  It was he who first took me to Eversley.”

It was when he came to London that Froude enlarged the circle of his friends, Carlyle being the greatest and the chief.  Among the contributors to Fraser’s Magazine those whom he knew best were the late Sir John Skelton, “Shirley,” and the present Sir Theodore Martin, the biographer of the Prince Consort, whom some still prefer to associate with those delightful parodies, the Bon Gaultier Ballads.  The enumeration of Froude’s London acquaintances would be merely a social chronicle, with the supplement of some names, such as General Cluseret’s, quite outside the ordinary groove.  He could get on with any one, and he was interested in every one who had interesting qualities.  After his second marriage his dinner-parties in Onslow Gardens were famous for their brilliancy and charm.  His magnetic personality drew from people whatever they had, while his ease of manner made them feel at home.  It was perhaps because he never pretended to know anything that only scholars realised how much he knew, and that he seemed to be not so much a man of letters as a man of the world.  Of all the friends he made in later life there was not one that he valued more highly than Lord Wolseley.  “I have been staying,” he wrote to his daughter, from South Africa, “with Sir Garnet Wolseley and his brilliant staff.  It was worth a voyage to South Africa to make so intimate an acquaintance with him.”  After his second return from the Cape, when his social life in London was taken up again, with his eldest daughter in her step-mother’s place, there were added to the military and naval officers he had met, the Irish Protestants, who regarded him as their champion, and the wide circle of his ordinary associates, an Africander contingent, made up of all parties in that troubled area.  There were, in fact, few phases of human life with which Froude was not familiar, from Devonshire fishermen to Cabinet Ministers.  Although he knew and admired Mr. Chamberlain, his greatest political friends were Lord Carnarvon and Lord Derby, with whom he almost invariably agreed.  The man of science whom, after his own brother, he knew best, was Tyndall.  Men of letters were familiar to him in every degree.  Among the houses where he was a frequent and welcome