wearing was grey. At the earliest moment, the emissary rushed
back post-haste to Dr. Wiseman. 'All is well,' he exclaimed;
'Newman no longer considers that he is in Anglican orders."
Praise be to God!' answered Dr Wiseman. 'But how do you know?'
Father Smith described what he had seen. 'Oh, is that all? My
dear father, how can you be so foolish?' But Father Smith was not
to be shaken. 'I know the man,' he said, and I know what it
means. Newman will come, and he will come soon.'

And Father Smith was right. A few weeks later, Newman suddenly
slipped off to a priest, and all was over. Perhaps he would have
hesitated longer still, if he could have foreseen how he was to
pass the next thirty years of his unfortunate existence; but the
future was hidden, and all that was certain was that the past had
gone forever, and that his eyes would rest no more upon the
snapdragons of Trinity.

The Oxford Movement was now ended. The University breathed such a
sigh of relief as usually follows the difficult expulsion of a
hard piece of matter from a living organism, and actually began
to attend to education. As for the Church of England, she had
tasted blood, and it was clear that she would never again be
content with a vegetable diet. Her clergy, however, maintained
their reputation for judicious compromise, for they followed
Newman up to the very point beyond which his conclusions were
logical, and, while they intoned, confessed, swung incense, and
burned candles with the exhilaration of converts, they yet
managed to do so with a subtle nuance which showed that they had
nothing to do with Rome. Various individuals underwent more
violent changes. Several had preceded Newman into the Roman fold;