To be tiresome, it has been said, it is only necessary to discuss education. Is there a subject on which men are more apt to be tedious? We generalize swiftly when education is mentioned, each of us deliberately or unconsciously basing himself upon his own experience; and the more magnificent our systems and theories grow, the less relation they seem to bear to life. The fact is, very few of us are really educated at all, and those who are best educated seem, like the best men elsewhere, to wish least to dogmatize about it. The men who go furthest are often the worst at mapping the route. There are critics who tell us that the route offered by one of the older English Universities does not take us very far and, moreover, leads us in the wrong direction. I will not dispute with them. All I will say is that it is a very pleasant route, and that one falls in with fellow-travellers upon it, who are human in a very large and delightful way—some indeed who are less human—but so many who grow progressively great of heart and wide of sympathy, that one feels at least that with all its defects—its failure to achieve the last thought in macadamizing, for instance—it must be a road that trends to the right goal, however many others there are.