xlii CHARLES CARDALE BABINGTON. 



LETTERS WRITTEN TO A. M. B. 

 From the Lord Bishop of Durham. 



Auckland Castle, Bishop Auckland, 

 Aug. 3, 1895. 



. . . • I will not weary you with many words, but I should like 

 to assure you that Mrs. Westcott and I most truly sympathise with 

 you in your sorrow. Cambridge has indeed suffered many and 

 heavy losses since we left five years ago. 



Your own work will give you the fullest consolation, and keep 

 fresh the happiest memories. I have often thought of our meeting 

 at the top of Morrone in 1888. 



From the Lord Bishop of Gloucester and Bristol. 



The Palace, Glouchster, 



Sept. 29, 1895. 



... I return you my best thanks for having sent me a memorial 

 of your very distinguished husband. I have read it with great 

 interest, and though I well knew how earnestly your dear husband 

 worked, I was really amazed at the long record of his successful 

 and ceaseless industry and talent. The sample of his journal is 

 extremely interesting. It must be a great consolation to you to 

 see hoAv heartily, not only his works, but his simple and high 

 character are appreciated. . . . 



From the Very Rev. the Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. 



July 23, 1895. 



.... I see that the long dreaded blow has at last fallen. Pray 

 accept the true Christian sympathy of us both. Your dear husband 

 has long enjoyed the profound respect of Cambridge, and his pure 

 and gracious memory will long live among us. You will have many 

 hearts near you in these lonely hours, and your own faith and hope 

 will not fail. . . . 



Sept. 19, 1895 I cannot thank you enough for your 



letter, and for sending me those two most beautiful tributes to 

 your dear husband's memory. The example he has set during 

 these long years of all that is truth-loving, tender, and Christ-like, 

 cannot be without its fruit, even in years to come. To yourself the 

 change must indeed be sad, but there is a loneliness not always 

 lonely, into which it is your privilege to enter ; a loneliness full of 

 a Heavenly Presence in which what we seem to have lost lives again, 

 and lives even more fully. 



(To Prof. Mayor.) Oct. 13, 1895. Thank you much for so 

 kindly sending me your translations of those pithy and pious 

 German words. Mrs. Babington sent me your really beautiful 

 tribute to her excellent husband. He belonged to a noble type. 



