NEWS OF THE WEEK.
THE Archbishop of Canterbury, Primate of All England, died at Addington Park, on Tuesday night, of bronchitis, from which he had been suffering ever since his return from the Tyrol in September. He was seventy-four years of age, and had been just six years Primate. He was a distinguished man at Oxford, a Christchurch man, before the era of Dr. Newman's influ- ence, before even the culmination of Dr. Whately's academic star, and afterwards became successively Head Master of Harrow in 1829, Bishop of Ripon in 1836, Bishop of Durham in 1856, Archbishop of York in 1860, and Archbishop of Canterbury in 1862. He it was who, as Bishop of Ripon, in 1853 won Miss Bronte's heart by his gentle dignity, and by "checking encroachments" on the part of her father's noisy curates, at a confirmation at Haworth. We have spoken of his character and policy in his high office elsewhere. We will only add that he died as he had lived, a man of profoundly pious feeling that fell a little too much into formula. He referred to words of Hooker's some three or four days before his death as containing the faith in which "he wished to die," words expressive of his sense of guilt and his faith in Christ's blood to cleanse him from that guilt. High eccle- siastical functionaries are compelled, we suppose, to think of death as, for them, a sort of public and official act ; but we confess we shrink from this sort of announcement in regard to it.
