of that countenance which will never cease to haunt the memory of those who knew him. His irony arose from that peculiar mode in which he viewed all earthly things, himself and all that was dear to him not excepted. It was his poetry." From an article in the _British Critic_, April 1840, p. 396, by Mr. Thomas Mozley, quoted in _Letters of J.B. Mozley,_ p. 102. [24] Such as the "Daniel" in the _Lyra Apostolica,_ the "Dialogue between Old Self and New Self," and the lines in the _Remains_ (i 208, 209). [25] A few references to the _Remains_ illustrating this are subjoined if any one cares to compare them with these recollections, i. 7, 13, 18, 26, 106, 184, 199, 200-204. [26] I am indebted for these recollections to the late Lord Blachford. They were written in Oct. 1884. CHAPTER IV MR. NEWMAN'S EARLY FRIENDS--ISAAC WILLIAMS In the early days of the movement, among Mr. Newman's greatest friends, and much in his confidence, were two Fellows of Trinity--a college which never forgot that Newman had once belonged to it,--Isaac Williams and William John Copeland. In mind and character very different, they were close friends, with the affection which was characteristic of those days; and for both of them Mr. Newman "had the love which passes that of common relation."[27] Isaac Williams was born among the mountains of Wales, and had the true poetic gift, though his power of expression was often not equal to what he wanted to say. Copeland was a Londoner, bred up in the strict school of Churchmanship represented by Mr. Norris of Hackney, tempered by sympathies with the Non-jurors. At Oxford he lived, along with Isaac Williams, in the very heart of the movement, which was the interest of his life; but he lived, self-forgetting or self-effacing, a wonderful mixture of tender and inexhaustible sympathy, and of quick and keen wit, which yet, somehow or other, in that time of exasperation and bitterness, made him few enemies. He knew more than most men of the goings on of the movement, and he ought to have been its chronicler. But he was fastidious and hard to satisfy, and he left his task till it was too late.