had the man left, than he flung down his instrument, and dashed downstairs with all speed to Oriel College. And he recollected, after fifty years, the eloquent faces and eager bows of the tradesmen and others whom he met on his way, who had heard the news, and well understood why he was crossing from St. Mary's to the lane opposite at so extraordinary a pace.'
If the reader will translate this back into I's, my's, and me's, the gain of vividness will be apparent. It is a pity that Miss Mozley did not induce the Cardinal to reconsider his choice of form for this autobiographical fragment. The gain such a narration receives from being put in the first person may be illustrated by the following letter embedded in the memoir:—
'On Wednesday, April 29, about breakfast-time, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Short called for me, and asked me whether I intended to stand for the scholarship. I answered that I intended next year. However, they wished me to stand this year, because they would wish to see me on the foundation. I said I would think of it. I wrote home that day. How often was my pen going to tell the secret! but I determined to surprise you. I told you in a letter written in the midst of the examination that there were five [candi-
