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Pirbright (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
day, May 17th, Stanley's body was carried to Westminster Abbey. The coffin lay before the altar where we were married, and the Funeral Service was read, after which Henry Morton Stanley, that man of men, was buried in the village churchyard of Pirbright, Surrey. But history will remember that it was the Rev. Joseph Armitage Robinson, Dean of Westminster, who refused to allow Stanley to be buried in Westminster Abbey! Now, however, I am able to quote Sir George Grey's words, and say:-- ich he opened up, and whose name will live, not by this memorial, but as one of the great Pioneers of Christianity, Civilization, and Hope to that dark land of Africa. After much labour, the great stone, weighing six tons, was transported to Pirbright churchyard, where it now stands, imperishable as the name, cut deep into its face. I desired to record simply his name, Henry Morton Stanley, and beneath it, his great African name, Bula Matari, For epitaph, the single word Africa, and above
Westminster (Maryland, United States) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
repelled the cup, saying, Enough. Then, as six o'clock rang out, Stanley left me, and was admitted into the nearer Presence of God. On Tuesday, May 17th, Stanley's body was carried to Westminster Abbey. The coffin lay before the altar where we were married, and the Funeral Service was read, after which Henry Morton Stanley, that man of men, was buried in the village churchyard of Pirbright, Surrey. But history will remember that it was the Rev. Joseph Armitage Robinson, Dean of Westminster, who refused to allow Stanley to be buried in Westminster Abbey! Now, however, I am able to quote Sir George Grey's words, and say:-- I am inclined to think it is best that the matter should stand thus. Yet one thing was wanting to render the great drama complete; would the man who had done all this, and supported such various trials, be subjected to cold neglect for what he had accomplished? And I sit here, not lamenting, but with a feeling that all has taken place for the best,
London (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
rained truthfulness made that impossible; but he kept a lofty attitude of submission, he was ever a commander, a leader of men, Bula Matari, the Rock-Breaker, who had every courage, even to this last. In the late autumn of 1903, we returned to London, and there had some months of not unhappy reprieve. I read aloud to him, and we sat together in great peace. We did not talk of the life to come, nor of religion; Stanley had lived his religion, and disliked conjectural talk of the future life; The change did him good, he was hopeful, believing himself better; but on the 17th of April, the very anniversary of his first attack, he was smitten again, this time by pleurisy, and suffered very much. He now became most anxious to return to London, and, on the 27th, was taken by ambulance-carriage to town. As the pleurisy subsided, he revived; and one day he said to me, I shall soon walk now, it is all passing from me. I think he really meant he might recover, I do not think he was spe
Dartmoor (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
e him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him. I wished to find some great monolith, to mark Stanley's grave; a block of granite, fashioned by the ages, and coloured by time. Dartmoor was searched for me, by Mr. Edwards of the Art Memorial Company; he visited Moreton, Chagford Gidleigh, Wallabrook, Teigncombe, Castor, Hemstone, Thornworthy, etc., etc.; and, amid thousands of stones, none fulfilled all my requirements. The ritle. Whatever their past history may be, it seems fitting that one should be raised in our time to this great African leader. It has now a definite work to do, and for ages yet to come, will bear the name of that great son to whom the wilds of Dartmoor were as nothing, compared with that vast continent which he opened up, and whose name will live, not by this memorial, but as one of the great Pioneers of Christianity, Civilization, and Hope to that dark land of Africa. After much labour, th
Surrey (United Kingdom) (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
seeing that he was sinking, I brought stimulant to his lips, but he put up his hand gently, and repelled the cup, saying, Enough. Then, as six o'clock rang out, Stanley left me, and was admitted into the nearer Presence of God. On Tuesday, May 17th, Stanley's body was carried to Westminster Abbey. The coffin lay before the altar where we were married, and the Funeral Service was read, after which Henry Morton Stanley, that man of men, was buried in the village churchyard of Pirbright, Surrey. But history will remember that it was the Rev. Joseph Armitage Robinson, Dean of Westminster, who refused to allow Stanley to be buried in Westminster Abbey! Now, however, I am able to quote Sir George Grey's words, and say:-- I am inclined to think it is best that the matter should stand thus. Yet one thing was wanting to render the great drama complete; would the man who had done all this, and supported such various trials, be subjected to cold neglect for what he had accomplis
Moreton (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
t to Stanley's history in future years. He is gone who seem'd so great.-- Gone; but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own Being here, and we believe him Something far advanced in State, And that he wears a truer crown Than any wreath that man can weave him. I wished to find some great monolith, to mark Stanley's grave; a block of granite, fashioned by the ages, and coloured by time. Dartmoor was searched for me, by Mr. Edwards of the Art Memorial Company; he visited Moreton, Chagford Gidleigh, Wallabrook, Teigncombe, Castor, Hemstone, Thornworthy, etc., etc.; and, amid thousands of stones, none fulfilled all my requirements. The river stones were too round, those on the moor were too irregular, or too massive. Owners of moorland farms, and tenants, took the keenest interest in the search; and, at last, a great granite monolith was discovered on Frenchbeer farm; its length was twelve feet, the width four feet. The owner and tenant gave their consent to i
Westminster Abbey (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
ll you put me? Then, seeing that I did not understand, he added, When I am — gone? I said, Stanley, I want to be near you; but they will put your body in Westminster Abbey. He smiled lovingly at me, and replied, Yes, where we were married; they will put me beside Livingstone ; then, after a pause, he added, because it is rig. Then, as six o'clock rang out, Stanley left me, and was admitted into the nearer Presence of God. On Tuesday, May 17th, Stanley's body was carried to Westminster Abbey. The coffin lay before the altar where we were married, and the Funeral Service was read, after which Henry Morton Stanley, that man of men, was buried in tbright, Surrey. But history will remember that it was the Rev. Joseph Armitage Robinson, Dean of Westminster, who refused to allow Stanley to be buried in Westminster Abbey! Now, however, I am able to quote Sir George Grey's words, and say:-- I am inclined to think it is best that the matter should stand thus. Yet one th
David Livingstone (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
revived; and one day he said to me, I shall soon walk now, it is all passing from me. I think he really meant he might recover, I do not think he was speaking of his approaching death; but, after a pause, he said, Where will you put me? Then, seeing that I did not understand, he added, When I am — gone? I said, Stanley, I want to be near you; but they will put your body in Westminster Abbey. He smiled lovingly at me, and replied, Yes, where we were married; they will put me beside Livingstone ; then, after a pause, he added, because it is right to do so! A few days later, he put out his hand to me and said, Good-bye, dear, I am going very soon, I have — done! On May the 3d, Stanley became lethargic; but he roused himself at times. Our little boy came in and gently kissed Stanley's hand; this wakened him, and, as he stroked Denzil's cheek, the child said, Father, are you happy? --Always, when I see you, dear, he replied. Mr. Wellcome came daily; once Stanley roused hi
Joseph Armitage Robinson (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
t he put up his hand gently, and repelled the cup, saying, Enough. Then, as six o'clock rang out, Stanley left me, and was admitted into the nearer Presence of God. On Tuesday, May 17th, Stanley's body was carried to Westminster Abbey. The coffin lay before the altar where we were married, and the Funeral Service was read, after which Henry Morton Stanley, that man of men, was buried in the village churchyard of Pirbright, Surrey. But history will remember that it was the Rev. Joseph Armitage Robinson, Dean of Westminster, who refused to allow Stanley to be buried in Westminster Abbey! Now, however, I am able to quote Sir George Grey's words, and say:-- I am inclined to think it is best that the matter should stand thus. Yet one thing was wanting to render the great drama complete; would the man who had done all this, and supported such various trials, be subjected to cold neglect for what he had accomplished? And I sit here, not lamenting, but with a feeling that a
T. Poole (search for this): part 2.13, chapter 2.30
s weak and helpless as a little child! But I had him still. I felt that nothing in the whole world signified since I had him still; and as I looked at his grand head lying on the pillows, I felt I could be happy in a new and more supreme way, if only I need not give him up. Soon, I learnt to lift him, with someone just to support his feet; but it was I, and I alone, who held him; at times, I had a sort of illusion that I was holding him back from Death! Coleridge wrote to his friend T. Poole, I have a sort of sensation, as if, while I was present, none could die whom I intensely loved. And so, although the careless confidence of joy was gone, I had the holy, deep exaltation arising from the feeling that he was there, with me. He got somewhat better as time passed, and spent the greater part of the day on the lawn, in an invalid-chair. His friend, Henry Wellcome, came every week to sit with him, thus breaking the monotony of the unchanging days. By September, Stanley com
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