From time to time, there rises up a life in which these nobler instincts seem gathered together and, as it were, typified. The ideal which appeared remote or unpractical is made real to us by a living example. The mean and the transitory fade away, and those larger issues of our national existence, which may be obscured but cannot be obliterated, resume their true proportions in the presence of a life devoted to their service.

Hubert John Antony Hervey was a man of this type. Born on May 19, 1859, at 47, Eaton Place, he was the youngest son of Lord and Lady Alfred Hervey; grandson of Frederick William, first Marquess of Bristol; great-grandson of the clever but eccentric Bishop of Derry (Lord Bristol); and great-great-grandson of John Lord Hervey, the

memoir-writer.

From his mother's side he inherited military proclivities. His grandfather, General Chester of the Horse Artillery, served in the Peninsular War; his uncle, Colonel St. Leger (then Chester), was dangerously wounded at Sobraon in the Sikh War of 18461.

The earliest years of Hubert Hervey's childhood

1 Mr. Charles Chester, grandfather of Lady Alfred Hervey, was the second son of Sir Walter Wagstaffe Bagot, and brother of the

were spent in Ireland, at Castle Upton, the home of his father's cousin, Lord Templetown.

In 1864, one of Hubert's elder brothers, a boy of brilliant promise, who had passed into the Navy at the head of all competitors, died of fever in his sixteenth year whilst serving on the Mediterranean station.

A year and a half later, Lord Alfred Hervey, having lost his seat in Parliament in the General Election of 1865, decided to abandon politics and to spend some time abroad 1. In the spring of 1866 he took his family to France, paying periodical visits to England for his waitings on the Prince of Wales, or as other occasions required.

During their stay in France, Lord and Lady Alfred Hervey travelled with their two youngest

first Lord Bagot. Mr. Charles Chester changed his name from Bagot to Chester on inheriting the estate of Chicheley, Bucks.

1 Lord Alfred Hervey represented in Parliament the borough of Brighton from 1841 to 1857. He was a member of Lord Aberdeen's Government, holding under it the offices of a Lord of the Treasury and Keeper of the Privy Seal of the Duchy of Cornwall. From 1859 to 1865 he sat in Parliament for the borough of Bury St. Edmunds. In 1852, on the formation of the Prince of Wales' household, he was appointed a Lord of the Bedchamber, resigning this office in 1871, on being appointed by Mr. Gladstone, whom he had steadily supported while in Parliament, Receiver-General of Inland Revenue. Lord Alfred Hervey died in April, 1875.

children, Hubert and his sister Mary, in a light covered waggonette driven by Lord Alfred, through Brittany and Normandy; then down the west of France by Angers, Saumur, Bordeaux and Bayonne to Biarritz, where they wintered; passing the early half of 1867 in the Pyrenees at Bagnères-deBigorre, the winter again at Biarritz, and returning to England in the spring of 1868.

Although only eight years old, and at this time small for his age, Hubert, who had fine, silky, golden hair and a brilliant complexion, was remarkable for his intelligent and serious appreciation of the architectural beauties of the churches he visited; for his passionate love of wild flowers, and his lynx-eyed detection of new specimens; and also for a certain sedateness of manner, which gave peculiar distinction to his little personality. Beneath this sedateness there was, however, a deep though carefully subdued enthusiasm. A spectator, of whom he was unconscious, recollects to this day the rapt gaze with which he stood before the statue of the Chevalier Bayard, when passing through Paris early in 1868. He was then in his ninth

year.

In January, 1870, Hubert was placed at Mr. Darch's preparatory school at Brighton; and in

September, 1871, he went to Eton to Mr. Luxmoore's house. A quick and continual succession of new faces naturally tends to dull a tutor's recollection of old pupils, but so marked was the individuality of young Hervey, that Mr. Luxmoore writes of him to-day, at a distance of over twentyfive years, as if he were still at Eton.

'Hubert Hervey came to me in September, 1871; he was then twelve years and a few months old, and would be by a year and a half younger than most of our boys at entrance. . . His room was the third from that in which I am now writing, and I can see him quite plainly, and hear the tones of his voice. He was small and delicatelooking when he came, and very attractive, partly for that reason. You would know at once that he had ability and a refined nature. He was

fair and light in colour, with rather bright hair; he spoke with a soft voice in rather a finished manner. He had humour and something I might call "style" or distinction. He had intelligent

interests too, and read more than other boys, not spending perhaps more time on books, but reading better literature than they. He was placed at starting in Upper Middle Fourth, which was for his age good, and was even further improved by

a double remove, so that he was in Remove before he was thirteen, and by fifteen and a half he was in Upper Fifth.

'He was certainly a boy of promise, and I can recollect building many hopes on him and wishing to do my very best for him. . . . Whatever drawbacks there were, they never to my knowledge harmed Hubert. He was a good and high-minded boy, who seemed, I think, to carry his own atmosphere with him. He may have distinguished himself less in games than might have been the case in maturer surroundings, or he may have been less concentrated on his work; but his name comes in the list of those "sent up for good," and his place in the school, and some of his "collection" lists still preserved, show him among the foremost in all his subjects. He worked well, and he played with interest if not with distinction, and he always had the character of a good and able boy, with remarkable critical faculty, while not without facility in original production. This critical faculty was combined with humour, and his rather finished grace of style made his talk ready and his answers pointed. He was tenacious of his opinions, and I can recollect once or twice being a little disappointed at not finding him more