The appointment of the Rev. Henry H. Montgomery, Vicar of
Kennington, to the important Bishopric of Tasmania promises to be happy, and possibly memorable. Mr. Mont- gomery's antecedents are those from which so many first-rate Bishops have proceeded,—a great English school, Cambridge, and its eleven, and the stern discipline of a huge poor London parish. The blood from which he springs has plenty of iron in it, and plenty of sweeter material also. He is son of one of those great civilians of the North of Ireland who saved India. Indeed, his father, the late Sir Robert Montgomery—little noticed and scantily rewarded—will not improbably be the man to whom history will ultimately award the second place of all the Englishmen who saved India. Mr. Montgomery is a man of great energy, fine temper, and views of no common breadth. He was for a considerable period, while a very young clergyman, thrown much with the late Dean Stanley (to whom, we believe, he acted as secretary), and won the warm esteem and affection of that wise and penetrating judge of men. Mr. Montgomery has made no pretensions to literature, but his little work (privately printed) on the Holy Land is extremely fresh, and bears witness to knowledge and thought.
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