The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-11-18
ARCHDEACON FARRAR'S VISIT.
A Farewell Breakfast at Dir. McLeod's-The
Distinguished Churchman'S Works.

Yesterday morning, at the invitation of DR..
Mcleod and wife, whose guest he was during
his stay, the following persons took breakfast
with Archdeacon Farrar: Governor Gray, ex-
Governor Porter, Rev. DR.. Bradley, Rev. Dr.
Edison, Rev. o. G. McCulloch, Judge Woods and
wife, Judge Walker and wife, w. p Fishback
and George T. Porter. Vice-president Hen
bricks was invited but could not be present he
| having been called away from the city At 10
o'clock twenty or more of the clergy of the city
called and paid their respects to the distinguished
! churchman and author
| At III o'clock the Archdeacon took the cars for
| Cincinnati While gazing on the dazzling glo-
ries of our wonderful depot, the archdeacon had
narrow escape from death, similar to that
which befalls the Hindoo devotee who falls be-
fore the car of Juggernaut. In this case the car
was an express truck. and the distinguished Wis
| itor's life was saved by his friends who pulled
him aside, as the truckman shouted: "Look out,
| you. there!"
There is no doubt whatever that Canon Far
rar's visit here was enjoyable to all concerned.
OF his lecture DR.. Mcleod says: sit will leave
| its mark on this community, while probably not
a sentence uttered by Matthew Arnold will be
remembered. This shows the difference in the
| reception accorded to a distinguished advocate
of Christian doctrine and that given to who
has forsaken evangelical thought and is preach
| ing mere negatives"
One who knew Frederick William Farrar,
Archdeacon of Westminster, in En- gland, informs
| the reporter that he has changed but little in
the past fifteen years and looks quite as young
| now as he did decade and half ago. In
city library are three books written by him
when he was an assistant master at Harrow.
| These books are Eric, or Little by Little"
story of English schoolboy life published in 1858;
Julian Home" tale of college life published in
| 1889, and St. Winifred's, the World of
| School," published in 1863 These are among
his earliest works. and pure, vigorous and whole
some reading for boys These books are not as
| we'll known in this country as the boys books of
| Thomas Hughes, TON Browns School Days"
| and tom Brown at Oxford" OF the works of
the latter the city library is compelled, by the
| demand, to keep five copies of each, and they
are in constant circulation. The works Of Can
on Farrar will have in this country, as they
have IN England. a larger circulation when their
| merit becomes known. tom Browns School
Days" were published in 1857. and Tom Brown
at Oxford" in 1861, SO it will be that the
two authors were, in this class Of literature, in
the strictest sense contemporaries. The gram
| mar school at Harrow, like that at Rugby, is
| called public school, but not in the sense that
we use the term public school in this country,
| the free schools of England being designated as
national schools. Education in the English
| public schools is nearly always classical, and
| costs from sixty to ninety pounds year. The
school at Harrow stands equally high as that at
| Rugby, and because of such men as Canon Far
| rar and Thomas Hughes, the boys of Harrow
| and Rugby are sturdier, purer and better.
Archdeacon Farrars awkwardness. rather
| his deficiency in oratorical gestures NAV be at
| trioutable to his dress AS churchman he US
| ually speaks habted in a surplice, with full,
wide sleeves. which necessarily impart to what
ever gestures are made flowing grace and
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on the lecture PLATFORM in close fitting conven-
| tional black, he doubtless feels like bird with
out feathers, and is distrustful of gest1culation
| by the way the Archdeacon, had he appeared in
| the drawing-rOom dress he is entitled
to wear he would have induced quite as much
comment as Oscar Wilde. The dress of an
archdeacon consists of black knee breeches,
black silk stockings, long, full skrted coat and
| a low but wide-crowned black silk hat faring at
| the top and with wide curved brinr. But as
| Archdeacon Farrar is a low-churchman. he fore
| goes his sartorial privileges.
The lecture on Dante and particularly that
| portion relating to the Inferno. has revived the
| slumbering question of Sheol The re-
| porters attention was called yesterday to the
new book "Phistlnism." by Rev. r. Heber
Newton, rector of All-souls Protestant Episcopal
| Church, New York, which has just been placed
| upon the shelf at the city library The gentle
exemplifying what Dante and Milton
mot the Bible) had added to the
spiritual torments of humanity, and which,
carried forward by their students, who were of
| grosser nature than the great authors they read
and followed, sometimes took on the most
absurd, but not on that account any the less
horrifying forms. The quotation is as
follows; Il have at home little
book, one Of a series. entitled Books
in Dublin by Catholic publishing house. This
particular book was written by the Rev. j.
Furniss, G. S. S. r., and was issued 'permissu
superiorum.' 1t is called "A Sight of He'll.
There are thirty seven sections in it with such
suggestive titles as Where Is Help How
| Far Is 1t to Help "A Bed of Fire THE First
Dungeon of He'll The Dress of Fire THE
Third Dungeon The Red hot Floor etc. One
extract will suffice to show you the realism of the
description. Come into this room. You see it
is very small But see in the midst of it
there is girl, perhaps about eighteen years old.
What terrible dress she has on-a dress of fret
On her head she a bonnet of fire! 1t is
pressed down close all over her head; 1t burns
| her head 1t buras her skin. It scorches
the bones of her skull and makes it
smoke red-hot, fiery heat goes into
the brain and melts it. You don't, perhaps like
a headache. though what headache that girl
| must have! But see more; she is wrapped up in
| flames, for her frock is fire. If she was on
earth she would be burned to cnder in a mo-
ment. But she is in hell, where fire burns
everything, but burns nothing away.
There she stands burning and scorching There
| she will stand forever, burning and scoched
| She counts with her fingers the moments they
! pass away slowly, for each moment seems TO her
like hundred years. AS she counts the mo-
ments she remembers that she will have to count
for ever and ever. When that girl was alive she
never thought about God or her soul. She cared
! only for one thing, and that wss dress. II
And now her dress is her punishment
SIS it [says Rev. Newton] any wonder that a
tortured humanity should turn at last from such
| a representation OF the popular religion?"
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