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literally nothing. He is, however, rather more 

 conscious, I think, and has fully appreciated the 

 kind message from the Prince received to-day." 



Night and day he was tenderly watched by 

 those around him, and all that human skill and 

 devotion could do was done by Dr. Ash. But 

 surely and rapidly the tide of life was now 

 ebbing ; the pulse fluttered, the keen eye 

 became clouded with a film, and graduallv, 

 peacefully, and without pain, the spirit of that 

 once manly frame stole from its tenement, took 

 wing, "and returned unto God who gave it." 



He died on the 28th of April, 1883, in his 

 88th year, and was buried at Swymbridge, where 

 at least a thousand people attended the funeral. 

 Royal and costly wreaths covered the coffin ; 

 but the most touching of all tributes were those 

 of the poor cottagers, who, weeping as they 

 went, brought their baskets and aprons full of 

 wild flowers, and literally showered them into 

 his grave. 



" No further seek his merits to disclose, 



Or draw his frailties from their dread abode — 

 There they alike in trembling- hope repose — 

 The bosom of his Father and his God." 



THE END. 



