We think that such passages as these gave emphasis to the gathering alarm, and that many a startled inquirer, daunted by dim uncertainties, recoiled from the abyss that seemed to open at his feet, and made his peace, on such terms as consoled him, with Theology. Not that Tennyson himself retreated, or took refuge behind dogmatic entrenchments. On the contrary, he stood his ground and trod under foot the terrors of Acheron; relying on "the God who ever lives and loves." But since not every one can be satisfied with subjective faith or lofty intuitions, we believe that the note of distress and warning sounded by "In Memoriam" startled more minds than were soothed by its comforting conclusions. If this be so, this utterance of the poet, standing prophet-like at the parting of the ways, moved men diversely. It strengthened the impulse to go onward trustfully; but it may also be counted among the indirect influences which combined to promote that notable reaction toward the sacramental and mysterious side of religion, toward positive faith as the safeguard of morals, which has been the outcome of the great Anglican revival set on foot by the Oxford Movement seventy years ago. In June 1850, the month which saw "In Memoriam" published, Tennyson married Miss Sellwood. "The wedding was of the quietest, even the cake and the dresses arriving too late." From this union came unbroken happiness during forty-two years; for his wife brought into the partnership a rich and rare treasure of aid, sympathy, and intellectual appreciation. Her son pays his tribute to her memory in an admirable passage, of which the greater part is here extracted: And let me say here--although, as a son, I cannot allow myself full utterance about her whom I loved as perfect mother and "very woman of very woman," "such a wife" and true helpmate she proved herself. It was she who became my father's adviser in literary matters. "I am proud of her intellect," he wrote. With her he always discussed what he was working at; she transcribed his poems: to her, and to no one else, he referred for a final criticism before publishing. She, with her "tender spiritual nature" and instinctive nobility of thought, was always by his side, a ready, cheerful, courageous, wise, and sympathetic counsellor.... By her quiet sense of humour, by her selfless devotion, by "her faith as clear as the heights of the June-blue heaven," she helped him also to the utmost in the hours of his depression and of his sorrow; and to her he wrote two of the most beautiful of his shorter lyrics--"Dear, near and true," and the dedicatory lines which prefaced his last volume, "The Death of Œnone."