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the parting words, seemed to be irradi-
ated by the light of another world.

Since the year 1866 he lived at Se-
wanee, in the shadow of that great
Church school, of which, ever since,
he seemed to be an integral part. A
few weeks ago he caught cold, which
developed into a fatal attack of pneu-
monia. His remains reach Jackson,
Miss., February 16th, and were com-
mitted to the earth the next day. In
respect to his memory all the churches
of his diocese have been draped for
the space of thirty days in the colors
of Episcopal mourning - purple and
white. He desired that his funeral
should be simple, and to his children
he said: "Wear no mourning for
me, unless you have no hope in my
death."

From a letter written from Sewanee
in the Church Messenger, on the day
of the Bishop's death, the following
extract is copied:

"There is a solemn hush brooding
over the mountain top to-day; a more
than Sabbath quietude; for 'very early
in the morning,; on this, 'the first day
of the week,' God has called away
the central figure from our life here;
and the knowledge that he lies so still
at Kenall Hall seems to infuse the
very air with an unwonted calm - all
is peace, blessed, holy peace!

"Is not this the ending for earth of
an ideal Christian life? A life full of
vicissitudes and cares, individual cares,
as well as those which came from with-
out, 'the care of all the churches,'
but meekly, nobly lived, not without
its human frailty, but all brought into
subjection and harmony by the in-