THE LATE. SIR VICTOR BUXTON.
[To THE EDITOR or THE " SPECTATOR-"] Sie,—I ask your leave to thank, with heartfelt gratitude, the writer of the letter signed " X." in your last issue. It would be difficult to imagine an Hoge more true in matter and more -perfect in manner and expression, within the limits of a letter. As one who for some thirty-five years, since his entrance at Trinity, Cambridge, knew Victor Buxton well. and to whom. his death came as a shock of bereavement, I prize beyond words the testimony of that letter to what. lie was as man, as Christian, as friend. The word-portrait is true to the very life, as it shows his rare and beautiful harmony of unswerving and perfectly fearless fidelity to spiritual prin- ciple with an always winning brightness of generous hunsnu sympathy, a faultless courtesy, a most gracious manhood. His removal at fifty-four is a deep pang to the hearts of a host of friends, not to speak of a devoted family, and it is a grave demand on the faith which, however, means little if it does not submit, and advance upwards, in the dark. And life here is darker for his going, though not for him, now gathered to his noble, godly parents and ancestors, to his heroic son, and to his dear spiritual mother, Catherine Marsh.—I am, Sir, &c.,
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