have been little foreseen by any of them. His solitary, desolated life was restored to him, bright once more and full of tender anticipations, by the fate which won for him the affections of the Hon.

Edythe Fitz-Patrick. This event, the marriage which followed on November 1st, 1862, and the years of tranquil happiness which ensued, combine to throw a formidable obstacle in the way of Murray's biographer. There is an end to the journals which he used to resume from time to time as a relief from loneliness. Letters there are, to be sure. But the letters of a man to his betrothed, still less, perhaps, those to a young wife, are not those which he would choose to lay open to the public, or that the public would most care to peruse.

It is true that among these letters are many reflections of the mind of the writer, cultivated, experienced in the world, yet deeply religious, yet again critically dissatisfied with much that is taught by religious people. The letters to his betrothed are the outpouring of such a mind, long pent up and feeding on its own thoughts, rejoicing now in the solace of communion with a fellowspirit, with whom Murray was not ashamed to discuss the profoundest spiritual problems, to whom he delighted to impart shrewd criticism.