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plastered almost all over the walls, as no doubt it was inthe earliest days: it is fortunate in having escaped theprocess of stripping and pointing which so many of ourvillage churches have undergone at the hands of therestoring wiseacres." But this is not the only passage ofMorris’s on this subjedt. The other, the one above referredto, is to be found in “ News from Nowhere." “ Presentlywe came,” he says in that work, “ to a little avenue oflime trees which led us straight to the church porch. . . .We went into the church, which was a simple little build-ing with one little aisle divided from the nave by threeround arches, a chancel, and a rather roomy transept forso small a building, the windows mostly of the gracefulOxfordshire fourteenth century type. There was no modernarchitectural decoration in it; it looked, indeed, as if nonehad been attempted since the Puritans whitewashed themediaeval saints and histories on the wall.” By a strangecoincidence, too, Morris’s description of the gay interior ofthe building, dressed in festal wise, corresponds verynearly with the aspedt the little church presented on theoccasion of his funeral. The service was read by Rev.W. F. Adams, vicar of a neighbouring parish, an oldschoolfellow and college friend of William Morris. “Stand-ing among the wet graves,” writes one who was present onthat day, was a group of " Artists and Socialists, withfriends, relations,” and a few casual spectators. Not theleast “ touching feature of the ceremony,” says another,“was the presence, even in that driving rain, of the villagers,who had lost,” in the departed poet, not only a counsellorbut, much more than that, a most kind and valued friend.“ The grave lies . . . shadowed by tall trees, and buriedin long grass,” over against the edge of the quiet church-yard where it is bordered by the country road. So then,in this remote and peaceful retreat, William Morris foundat length “ a resting place on the Upper Thames,” at “ thejourney’s end ” upon earth.

“ His whole life,” says “ The Graphic,” “ was a vivid,and in many respedts a successful, protest against thesqualor of modern industrialism. To him, more than to