in Greats,’ if only his translations from Greek and Latin books did not pull him down.  He admired the ancient authors, especially Plato, and his quick grasp of the meaning of what he read, good memory, and very remarkable powers of expression, all helped him much.  He was good at History and he had a great turn for Philosophy” (cf.  Mr. Squeers, supra), “Plato, Hegel; etc., and he understood, as few could, Green’s expositions, and counter-attack on John Stuart Mill and the Positivist School, which was the dominant party at that time.”

In the summer Term of 1870 Holland went in for his final examination at Oxford.  A friend writes:  “I remember his coming out from his paper on, Moral Philosophy in great exaltation; and his viva voce was spoken of as a most brilliant performance.  One of the examiners, T. Fowler (afterwards President of Corpus), said he had never heard anything like it.”  In fine, a new and vivid light had appeared in the intellectual sky—­a new planet had swum into the ken of Oxford Common Rooms; and it followed naturally that Holland, having obtained his brilliant First, was immediately elected to a Studentship at Christ Church, which, of course, is the same as a Fellowship anywhere else.  He went into residence at his new home in January, 1871, and remained there for thirteen years, a “don,” indeed, by office, but so undonnish in character, ways, and words, that he became the subject of a eulogistic riddle:  “When is a don not a don?  When he is Scott Holland.”

Meanwhile, all dreams of a diplomatic career had fled before the onrush of Aristotle and Plato, Hegel and Green.  The considerations which determined Holland’s choice of a profession I have not sought to enquire.  Probably he was moved by the thought that in Holy Orders he would have the best chance of using the powers, of which by this time he must have become conscious, for the glory of God and the service of man.  I have been told that the choice was in some measure affected by a sermon of Liddon’s on the unpromising subject of Noah;[*] and beyond doubt the habitual enjoyment of Liddon’s society, to which, as a brother-Student, Holland was now admitted, must have tended in the same direction.

[Footnote *:  Preached at St. Mary the Virgin, Oxford, on the 11th of March, 1870.]

Perhaps an even stronger influence was that of Edward King, afterwards Bishop of Lincoln, and then Principal of Cuddesdon, in whom the most persuasive aspects of the priestly character were beautifully displayed, and who made Cuddesdon a sort of shrine to which all that was spiritual and ardent in young Oxford was irresistibly attracted.  Preaching, years afterwards, at a Cuddesdon Festival, Holland uttered this moving panegyric of the place to which he owed so much:  “Ah! which of us does not know by what sweet entanglement Cuddesdon threw its net about our willing feet?  Some summer Sunday, perhaps, we wandered here, in undergraduate days, to see a friend; and from that