He stands for a great multitude reluctant to abandon many of the familiar phrases of the Christian³ use and eager to read new and deeper meanings into them. But he never took 'holy orders'; he knew the days of the priest, except for evil, were past, and it is only by its being born again as a House of Vision that he could [Pg 144]anticipate his chapel with contentment. The time has come for mankind to choose plainly between the priest and the teacher.

 

Some six months after Sanderson's death I went to Oundle and visited the Yarrow Memorial, that abortive⁴ first House of Vision. Except for a bronze statue of a boy by Lady Scott that Sanderson had liked and bought, it was as I had seen it with Sanderson a year before. It was still, deserted⁵, and I suppose I must count it dead. The time-charts had not been carried on. The collection of inventions, the display of humanity's growth, were still represented by empty cases. The statue was intended for the school chapel, but meanwhile it had been dumped in the House of Vision as a convenient vacant place for such dumping. The bronze boy is in an eager pose; there is duty to be done and danger to be faced and a great creative effort to be made. 'Send me!' he said, in that empty, neglected House of Vision. But the hand that would have put that dart⁶ to the bowstring and aimed it at work and service was there no more.

 

Building operations upon the chapel were proceeding⁷ slowly. The rising walls were very like[Pg 145] the rising walls of the sort of church for respectable people that gets built in Surbiton or Beckenham. I gather that in all probability it will even carry the debt customary in such cases. The new headmaster was, I found, a

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