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to his heart was that of saving and elevating boys.

While in the tea house, which he called "The Den," he undertook, after hours, to reach the poor little street beggars. "What do you know about God?" he asked a couple of little urchins one day. "Why, that's the chap wot sends us to 'ell," came the prompt reply. "I felt I should go mad unless I did something to help some of these wretched little chaps," he said. Accordingly, one day he offered to teach two of them to read. With a tallow candle stuck in the mouth of a beer bottle, he began. But, presently, in the distance, a twinkling light was seen. "Kool ecilop," shouted one of the boys, at the same time "dousing the glim," when both bolted. Afterwards, when he became proficient in "back slang," he learned that "kool ecilop" was a warning cry-simply the words “look, police!" spelled backwards.

To learn the true misery of these boys he purchased a second-hand shoeblack outfit, but as a precautionary measure first baked the clothes in the oven after the servants had retired to bed.

It is said that once, on the streets, unknown to his father, he blacked his father's boots. He used to spend two or three nights a week with these boys supping off "tripe and onions," and sleeping curled up in a barrel, getting home in the morning in time for breakfast, all to learn how to reach and ennoble these ragged boys.

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occasion during the cholera he found a little boy almost unconscious, dirty, and unattractive save his childlike gratitude when Mr. Hogg squeezed the juice of an orange into his mouth. On going away the little boy put up his hands and said, "Do kiss me, sir; no one has ever kissed me since my mother died," and the uncleanliness of the surroundings was forgotten in pity for the child.

"None of our business? Wandering and sinful, All through the streets of the city they go, Hungry and homeless in the wild weather: None of our business! Dare we say so? "None of our business! On, then, the music, On with the feasting, though hearts sink forlorn ;

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Somebody's hungry, somebody's freezing, Somebody's soul will be lost ere the morn!

Somebody's dying (on with the dancing!) One for earth's pottage is selling his soul One for a bauble has bartered his birthright, Selling his all for a pitiful dole."

Mr. Hogg soon saw that the only earthly hope of many of these boys was to get away from their early surroundings, and accordingly he entered heartily into schemes of emigration. During the next few years about 1,500 boys were sent out to Canada and Australia, and it was a great joy in his after life, to meet many of these, whom he found then to be prosperous and respectable citizens.

In 1871 Mr. Hogg was married to Miss Graham, of Perthshire, Scotland. She proved to be a life-long helpmeet to him in the great work which lay so close to his heart.

He heard, almost by accident, that Mr. D. L. Moody, whom he had met in America, was preaching in London, and learning that he was staying at a hotel he invited him to his own home, though he was just then arranging a holiday with his wife's family in Scotland. A revival followed among the boys, numbering forty. On a subsequent visit of Mr. Moody's, a

meeting at Eton was arranged. This alarmed some of the authorities, one clerical dignitary going so far as to assert that the "American" was going to preach Republican doctrines, and asked for a reinforcement of troops to be in readiness to defend the Castle! Even in the House of Lords a question was asked about it. The result was that a very quiet meeting was held in a tradesman's garden-thus the safety of the Castle was assured. In 1884, Mr. Moody again visited England, and when he lived with Mr. Hogg, having his own brougham and rooms, while Mrs. Hogg and a staff of ladies acted as his secretaries.

For a time in Mr. Hogg's early married life he was interested in Spiritualism, but when he found his own children terrified bv supposed ghosts, he stopped all seances in his own home. Afterwards he learned of the deceit and fraud of mediums, and once when it was declared his own mother was speaking, he replied: "If so, she must have deteriorated both morally and intellectually since she left this world !"

The classes under Mr. Hogg's care grew so rapidly that more room was imperatively necessary. So when the old Polytechnic, on Regent Street, came into the market in 1881, the lease was purchased for $75,000. The new premises were opened on Sept. 25, 1882, by a meeting of Mr. Hogg's Bible class, which was symbolic of all his work. The class was attended by 1,300 young fellows. Over 1,000 new members were booked the first night. He had designed the place for 2,000 members, but during the first winter the number reached 6,800. At the present time there are 18,000 members and students. In two years the demand for educational classes became so great that Mr. Mitchell, Secretary, arranged for day classes. In 1885, Mr. J. E. K. Studd, one of the famous six brothers, became absorbed in the

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At last, Parliament and the Guilds made arrangements to place the Polytechnic on such a financial basis as not to be dependent, in the future, on the life, fortune or disposition of any one man. About this time, when

a grant was mooted, there was some demur about the religious classes at the Polytechnic. The President (Mr. Hogg) refused to enter upon any discussion of the subject whatever, stating he would forego the money rather than neglect what he considered to be of the greatest value. He always argued for the development of the whole man in his physical, mental, moral and spiritual interests. Short of that he considered lives were onesided, and to that extent failures.

Here we find one in a position to command ease, refinement and high social position, yet who scarcely ever attended "social functions of any kind. He literally followed the motto, “This one thing I do," and gave forty years of his life to the service of those totally unable to repay his devotion, yet whose delight it was to live such a noble, unselfish life. To a friend that was remonstrating that he never saw him, he replied, "It isn't so much that I run the Poly. as that the Poly. runs me."

His church affiliations were not very marked on account of the numerous religious services in which he engaged or for which he was responsible. His Sunday forenoons were

spent in preparing for his Bible class; his favorite sermons were those of Revs. Phillips Brooks and W. Boyd Carpenter.

Mr. Hogg disliked smoking intensely, both because of the odor and its injury to health. When a friend in his home asked for the smoking room he conducted him up and up till they emerged upon the roof. When

Lord Rosebery, in a public speech, claimed one could not win young men by prohibiting smoking, Mr. Hogg, in The Pall Mall Gazette, combatted his opinion, and gave his experience in the Polytechnic to the contrary. He claimed that smokers sought the best corners in order to lounge-a spirit quite antagonistic to self-improvement.

He was easier on the subject of occasional dancing, provided it were done in a well-lighted building with plenty of people about, but he was opposed to dances "in holes and corners, liable to lead to wrong." "Stop dancing by all means," he said, "when it becomes the main employment of life."

It surprises one that with all Mr. Hogg's sad experience in a great city, arising from intoxicating drink, that he was not personally a total abstainer, nor, in general, a advocate of total abstinence. As to himself it is stated that a moderate use of liquor was necessary for reasons of health.

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he did recommend "teetotalism for those to whom excessive drinking was a temptation."

He drew a distinction, satisfactory to himself, between brewing beer and distilling spirits on the one hand, and developing the retail sale of liquor in a public-house, because an article was manufactured which could be, and was, used medicinally. As a by-product of sugar manufacture (the business in which he was engaged) it was considered almost necessary to manufacture rum. But when considerable discussion on the subject arose in the

Polytechnic, he, fearing that his influence would be diminished, ordered that none of the profits which came to the firm through rum should be placed to his credit. This amounted to some thousands of pounds a year, the lack of which crippled his philanthropic efforts, but after considerable hesitation, he preferred to suffer financial loss in order to stand clear from hindering the Lord's work. On those estates which he owned himself, he gave orders to his manager to utilize the waste products of sugar in some other way than by producing rum.

Mr. Hogg had little faith in indiscriminate almsgiving.

When he first started Christian work, he determined to investigate the stories of the first hundred men who begged from him in the street. About 50 per cent. gave wrong addresses, most of the remainder were entirely fraudulent and undeserving, and only about two per cent. proved to be deserving cases in genuine need.

"Many people," he said, "seem to think that some mysterious benefit is got by merely passing a shilling from the custody of one person into the custody of another. If, however, the person who parts with the shilling is a good citizen and a thrifty man, while the other who gets it is a drunkard or dissolute man, the result, far from being good, is altogether bad. Ten shillings given in the streets is ten shillings worse than wasted, whereas the same money spent in taking a mechanic's tools out of pawn, or in assisting to give a fellow a suit of clothes to enable him to get work, might permanently take a man out of the ranks of the needy, and place him again in the comfort of home life." "And yet," he said, "it is better to trouble yourself needlessly with half-a-dozen impostors than to turn away and crush one really worthy fellow."

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the Polytechnic he would, in some cases, counsel boys and young men who sought for advice, up to the midnight hour. He changed the proverb "time is money" into "time is opportunity." It is reckoned that one hundred people every month had private conversations with him. He called these "Nicodemus interviews," because the parties came by night. All kinds of distressful tales were told, to which he listened patiently and gave advice as best he could. But sometimes they were of another color, when a young man who had fallen desperately in love with one of the young lady reciters desired advice how to win her.

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Mr. Hogg felt this went beyond his limit, and turned the young man over to his wife.

He kept in constant touch with his boys by various methods, such as sending them a letter at New Year's, mailing them a souvenir on their birthday, the date of which he kept carefully recorded, and by taking dinner with them on Sundays in their own homes, thus keeping in close touch with their domestic lives.

While liberal himself, he always had an abnormal dislike to ask for money for his benevolent enterprises. When the rich Duke of Westminster went over the Woolwich Polytechnic, Mr. Hogg absconded, "because rich men,” he said, "are thinking all the time. one has some covert designs upon their pockets." He believed personal work for the needy solved all financial problems. "I never knew," he said, "a man who gave himself to such a work who did not bring along his purse with him.”

While in Mauritius, on one occasion, the Union Catholique wished him to deliver some addresses to their young men. He consented on condition that the meeting was definitely religious, and that he should offer one prayer. They wished him to speak under the guise of a secular or

philanthropic lecturer. To this he said, "no," for he "could not smuggle the message of God under secular petticoats.' Thus the proposal fell through.

Though Mr. Hogg was always averse to displays, yet when the silver anniversary of his wedding was near, his "boys were determined to have a demonstration. Valuable presents were given himself and wife, and also $65,000 to reduce the debt on the Polytechnic. For five hours Mr. and Mrs. Hogg stood to greet the stream of old and present members. After speaking a few words to, and shaking hands. with a thousand or two, and seeing thousands more awaiting their turn, they shortened up to How d'ye do,"

and at last into a wan fixed smile which, their friends declared, did not come off " for several days after

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wards.

Amongst Mr. Hogg's peculiarities, it may be mentioned that he had little love for the country; little interest in flowers, and no fondness for music. It was while in New York he went for the first time in his life, and much against his will, to the opera. He had been travelling long distances. without sleep, and endeavored to be excused by the friend who invited him, but without success. He slept soundly whenever the "noise" allowed him to do so, and could truthfully assure his host he had "never enjoved anything more."

Mr. Hogg travelled to distant lands, partly on business, partly to recuperate his health. At such times he wrote most interesting letters of his travels, which were published in The Polytechnic Magazine, extracts from which are given in his biography. They display a fine literary style, a keen mind, a deeply religious spirit, and a vivid appreciation of the odd, the old and the ludicrous.

Realizing that the young men under his care needed recreation, and espe

cially travel to broaden their minds, Mr. Hogg, with his secretary, planned tours on the Continent which proved very successful in every sense. These trips were taken to Scotland, Norway, Switzerland, and Rome, and one even to the World's Fair, Chicago.

As the Institute was closing for the night of Jan. 16, 1903, Mr. Hogg was shaking hands with the members, when one lad passed him thinly clad. "Where's your overcoat this cold night, sonny?" he asked. The boy replied he had none. Mr. Hogg requested the porter to bring a warm coat, into which he buttoned the boy before he went home. That was his last personal service for "his boys."

That night he retired to his room in the Polytechnic, which he often used when tired or late, and off which was a bathroom. Next morning he was found in his bath quite dead—an unfinished letter to one of his boys lying upon his desk. At first it was thought to be a case of sudden heart failure, but was afterwards discovered to be asphyxiation, caused by the want of sufficient ventilation for the fumes from the gas stove, though it had been used for four years without knowledge of this fatal defect. Great was the sadness and mourning. At the funeral the crowd filled All Souls' Church, the space in front, also the front of Langham Hotel, and as far as the eye could see up Portland Place. The boys he loved escorted him to his last restingplace.

He had arranged to take the religious service on the day which proved to be the one following his death. By

a curious coincidence the hymn he had selected was "I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet," and which was sung on the occasion. He had passed

so quietly and quickly into his mansion that the feeling seemed more triumphant and peaceful than sad. Mr. Studd gave voice to this when he suggested that the choir, which had begun with the Dead March in Saul, should close with the Hallelujah Chorus. "You could not," said he, "end that life with a Dead March. Nothing can be too joyful or too triumphant to express pride in our chief, or joy in his triumph." At the head of his grave stands a cross on which one word is written: "Satisfied."

At present there are 10,793 members and 39,818 students in the various Polytechnics. But as the majority of members are also students, it is estimated that over 45,000 young people are benefited by these Institutes. Writing on this subject in the London Times, Mr. Harry Cunynghame says:

"These stand like forts in the sea of London's temptations to youthful dissipation, ignorance and idleness. But for Mr. Quintin Hogg all these had never been, and it is sincerely to be hoped that London will not forget his memory. Many men have been buried in Westminster Abbey who have done less for the country than this great and good man, whose untimely death so many London boys must deplore.'

A beautiful and touching tribute to Mr. Hogg's life was one given by a boy whom he went to visit on his death-bed. Drawing his benefactor's face close to his ear, he whispered, faintly, "I will tell Jesus of the Polytechnic."

Oakville, Ont.

THE HELPER.

The way seems rough over brier and root,
And the road is so long;

But the Feet that were tired with going afoot
Help mine to be strong.

The Hand that He reaches out to me
Has a scar in the palm;

"Tis a heart that was broken on Calvary Teaches mine to be calm.

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