The Foreign Church Chronicle and Review (Volume 11-12) (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: James liked to join him on his pony on his ride back to Cuddesden. " Delighted that you should come, my dear James," said the Bishop, "but," looking at his watch, "I have to be at home in three-quarters of an hour for a meeting." "Yes," said James, "I should like to accompany you." As soon as they were out of Oxford, the Bishop went off into a hard gallop, and James's pony scuttled after him at half a horse's length distance, pony and rider being bespattered from head to tail, and from head to foot, with mud. After a while the Bishop would draw rein, " Come, James, keep up with me, and you will not get so muddy." James smiled and came alongside for a few paces. In a little while the Bishop went off again, and James resumed his previous position. After riding four or five miles he would say, " Now I think I will go back. Good-bye." " Goodbye," cried the Bishop, by this time far ahead; and James would turn his pony and walk him soberly back to Headington, not having said two words all the time, and a mass of Oxfordshire mud, but perfectly happy and smiling to himself as he went along. He was a man of considerable ability, as well as bonhomie. He took interest in church architecture, and his pamphlet, " A Voice from Rome," written many years ago, showed that he could appreciate and defend the Anglican position. His watchword with respect to order outside the Church of England was always Intercommunion. " Don't speak of union," he would say, " don't speak of fusion; what we want is intercommunion, and that interchange of thought and sympathy which alone can lead to it." He was thoroughly loyal; he had no thought even of his favourite Intercommunion with Rome, until Rome had divested herself of her uncatholic pretensions and dogmas. It was to the Oriental and the Scandinavian Churc...