St. Mary's, Oxford, 1828-43. Here, with Pusey, Keble, R. H. Froude, and Isaac Williams, he initiated the "Oxford Movement," and wrote Tracts for the Times and Lyra Apostolica. Of the 179 lyrics in the latter, Newman wrote 109, largely during a Mediterranean trip in 1832-33. Tract No. 90, his twenty-fourth contribution to the series, appeared in February, 1841, and caused such an outcry as ended the publication and turned the author's feet toward Rome. He retired to Littlemore, where he held a chaplaincy; resigned his preferments in 1843, and submitted to the Church of Rome in 1845. In 1848 he founded the Oratory of St. Philip Neri in Birmingham, and became its Father Superior. In 1854-58 he was rector of the new Roman Catholic University at Dublin. In 1859 he returned to Birmingham, and opened a school at Edgbaston. In 1879 he was made Cardinal. Among his numerous publications are Arians of the Fourth Century (1833); The Prophetical Office of the Church (1837); Essays on Justification (1837); Theory of Religious Belief (1844); The Development of Christian Doctrine (1845); Essay in Aid of a Grammar of Assent (1870); History of Arianism (1875), and many Sermons, Lectures, etc. His Apologia pro Vita Sua (1864) was called forth by an attack from Kingsley. Loss and Gain, or the Story of a Convert (1848), is also in some sense autobiographical. His only other professed work of fiction is Callista, A Sketch of the Third Century (1858). His Verses on Various Occasions (1868) exhibit great poetic talent, neglected for what the author considered more important labors. LIGHT IN DARKNESS. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, The night is dark, and I am far from home - Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou I loved to choose and see my path; but now, I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel-faces smile THE CALL OF DAVID. Latest born of Jesse's race, Go! amid thy flocks awhile Double praise thou shalt attain Wounds from friend and gifts from foe, Loftiest aims by earth defiled, Strange that guileless face and form WARNINGS. When Heaven sends sorrow Lest it should burst To fear the morrow. Can science bear us |