to his faithful secretary.
It has been told elsewhere how in this last summer of his life he labored to make more beautiful and more valuable the summer home which had become very dear to him.
Returned to Green Peace, he had some happy days in his garden, but for gardener and garden they were the last days.
The city had decided to put a street through Green Peace: already workmen were digging trenches and cutting trees.
Our mother went to the authorities, and told them of his feeble condition.
The work was stopped at once, and not resumed during his lifetime.
Through these years her time was divided between the invalid and the many public duties which had already taken possession of her life.
Little by little these were crowded out: instead of lecture or concert came the ever-shortening walk with the Doctor
, the evening game of whist or backgammon which lightened a little his burden of pain and weariness.
Yet she was preparing, on January 4, 1876, to keep a lecture engagement of long standing, when the blow fell.
He was stricken down, and lay for some days insensible, waiting the final summons.
There was no hope of his recovery: those around him waited patiently, any violence of grief held in check by the silent rebuke of the serene face on the pillow.
The day after his death she writes:--
“I awoke at 4.30, but lay still to bear the chastening hand of God, laid upon me in severe mercy....”
“Some good words came to me: ‘Let not your heart be troubled,’ etc. ‘He doth not willingly afflict,’ etc.”