judgment were alike good. and he knew how to handle gardening tools. His little Dairy Farm at the Wishing Bridge, and his gardens and lawns at the Horsepools and Saintbridge were samples of the skill with which he planned, and the care with which he cultivated. In landscape gardening he excelled, and his opinion on such matters was often sought. He loved flower and tree, and would contemplate the tiniest vegetable products which the microscope revealed with admiration, discovering in all some evidence of Divine wisdom. His gardening and farming were principally accomplished before breakfast; he had often done a day's work before some men began theirs.

'It was in his domestic life that Mr. Bowly appeared to greatest advantage. This is saying much. Many a man who figures respectably in the world, or shines brightly in the church, will not bear to be looked at at home. There is no need to intrude on ground secret and sacred, but brief reference may be made to facts revealing somewhat of his love and gentleness and thoughtful consideration in his home life and family relationships. When engaged as a youth in the mill at Arlington, he was accustomed, during his father's long illness, to walk to and fro night and morning between there and Cirencester, seven dull miles, in order to minister to the invalid's comfort. "There is no one," said the grateful father, "smooths my pillow and settles me so comfortably for the night as Sam does." In his own house he fulfilled all relative duties with affection and care. A vein of poetic feeling which he occasionally indulged was sometimes called into exercise when his love or sympathy sought special expression. The following are three of several sweet stanzas addressed to one of his daughters on a birthday :—

"God grant that this thy natal day--

May long return, and long display
His blessings richly given :

In health of body, peace of mind,
In pleasures heightened and refined,

By thoughts oft raised to heaven.”

"In times of weakness, pain or care,
If such in life should be thy share,

Hold fast thy faith, and wrestle
For His almighty aid who knows
That all the treasures He bestows

Come through the earthern vessel."
"But whether life should prove serene,
Or threatening clouds should intervene,
Or storms should overtake thee;

If e'er thy father's warmest love
A source of joy or help can prove

That love shall ne'er forsake thee."

On the death of a grandchild he writes :

"This little one is gone, almost before had shone
The sunbeams of his day:

Gone to behold the face of God, in all His grace,
And sing the heavenly lay.

He lived this little while, to cheer us with his smile
Of innocence and love;

And now, though called away, his voice would seem to say

O think of me above."

As a master he was revered and beloved. Among the many presents he received on his eightieth birthday was a silver toast rack with an illuminated card inscribed "To Samuel Bowly, Esq., with the affectionate congratulations and respects of his servants, Mary Nurse, Margaret Price, and Joseph Vaughan."

There were features in Mr. Bowly's character which were revealed only in free intercourse with his friends. It has been remarked that as a public speaker he rarely attempted a playful remark, and hence it has been thought that he was deficient in wit and humour. The earnestness of his spirit and the directness of his aims would in part account for the absence of everything light or jocular from his speeches. His perception and enjoyment of humorous incidents and good sayings were naturally very keen. In talking of his early days he would sometimes tell with evident relish how on one occasion he saw a gipsy jockey "witching the world with noble horsemanship," by riding a bare-backed steed he wished to

sell, up and down the Market Place at Stow fair. The admiration of the lookers on was loudly expressed, and the borseman, increasing the speed and spreading out arms and legs at right angles, was going in gallant style, when suddenly the horse sprang from under him, landing him ignobly in a puddle of mud. It was a ludicrous scene which the grave Quaker could not forget, and the recollection of which at eighty years of age seemed to afford him as much entertainment as ever.

In conversation with a friend, the autumn before his death, he repeated with a strange mixture of feeling-the sad mingling with the humorous-a true tale which he had just heard from a venerable Canon who had received it direct from the worthy Chairman of the Magistrates to whom it refers. A man charged with some serious misdemeanour was before the Bench. He was badly marked with small-pox from which he had recently suffered. This, together with the facts of the case, led the Chairman to address some words of kindly admonition to the offender, pointing out the evil of his past life and warning him as to the future. The culprit listened meekly, and then in extenuation of his conduct answered in the most serious tone: "I don't know how it is, gentlemen, but I have been vaccinated and I have been baptised, but none of it ever took any effect!" It must have been a very 6. grave and reverend " Bench to have stood that.

Such facts, together with many others, prove that Mr. Bowly's moral earnestness was untinctured by gloom or asceticism of spirit. He was uniformly cheerful, finding many innocent enjoyments in life, and ever rejoicing in the true enjoyment of others.

In his general philanthropy Mr. Bowly did not overlook individuals. Particular persons and cases often excited his interest and received his attention. He knew something of the history of many poor men, and of some of them often spoke as of personal friends. Towards those whom he had helped to a better life he had an affectionate regard.

In one of the last religious meetings in which he took part the 90th Psalm was read, and an address given on some of the aspects of man's life. A short silence followed, and then Mr. Bowly rose. Briefly referring to the solemn thoughts which had been awakened in his own mind, he proceeded to speak of life as affording opportunities for usefulness, and in his own weighty and kindly way exhorted the young, who were present to a right use of their time and talents. All who listened felt his own life illustrated and enforced his wise and earnest words. He closed with some remarks on the nearness of his own end that day fortnight his earthly life and labours closed.

JOHN CURTIS HAYWARD.

[1804--1874.]

TRUE and graphic sketch of a typical country gentleman of modern times would form a pleasing picture of

one of the most interesting characters of English society. He could be represented as occupying his own mansion-often an ancestral one-in the midst of his own estates and surrounded by his own tenantry. He might be described as a man of education and intelligence; of cultivated tastes and varied pursuits. It would be just to draw him as the possessor of a high moral and religious character; exemplary in his domestic life; honourable and courteous to his fellow-men; faithful and reverent towards God. He might be pourtrayed as engaging in useful parochial and county works; aiding philanthropic movements, and in a variety of ways contributing by the wise use of time and ability, purse and influence, to promote the welfare of others. To complete the delineation, it might be added that in his home, in his parish, and in every sphere of his activities, he is beloved, esteemed, and honoured.

Such a sketch would but faithfully have set forth the character and career of JOHN CURTIS HAYWARD, of Quedgeley House, who has been emphatically described as "one of the noblest examples of a country gentleman."

The Haywards are an old county family. About the middle of the seventeenth century, William Hayward, of Forthampton, near Tewkesbury, purchased the estate at Quedgeley, where the family have since been settled. His son William married Margaret, eldest daughter of General