"Our armies had been drunk with
proper enthusiasm--such men as he beheld around him deserved the applause
of all honest hearts, and merited the cheers with which their names had
been received. ('Hear, hear!' from Barnes Newcome sarcastically. 'Hear,
hear, HEAR!' fiercely from Clive.) But whilst we applauded our army,
should we forget a profession still more exalted? Yes, still more
exalted, I say in the face of the gallant General opposite; and that
profession, I need not say, is the Church. (Applause.) Gentlemen, we have
among us one who, while partaking largely of the dainties on this festive
board, drinking freely of the sparkling wine-cup which our gallant
hospitality administers to us, sanctifies by his presence the feast of
which he partakes, inaugurates with appropriate benedictions, and graces
it, I may say, both before and after meat. Gentlemen, Charles Honeyman
was the friend of my childhood, his father the instructor of my early
days. If Frederick Bayham's latter life has been chequered by misfortune,
it may be that I have forgotten the precepts which the venerable parent
of Charles Honeyman poured into an inattentive ear.
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