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spent the summer near Leith Hill, and went out sometimes with them 

 to picnics, which he enjoyed, taking an interest in the flowers and 

 birds, and now he has them to sit with him every evening and makes 

 them play chess or drafts or cribbage in his presence, ' and he always 

 wishes to know,' they said, ' which of us has won.' 1 



" We went on to London, and Professor Browne and Cockerell 

 joined us at dinner in Chapel Street. Abdu is to go to Oxford 

 to-morrow and to Cambridge on Wednesday. It has been lovely 

 weather during all their visit at Newbuildings. 



" 22nd Aug. — To Hatfield for Lady Galloway's funeral. Her death 

 came upon me as a sudden shock, for I had not heard of her illness, 

 a very short one. She was taken with a severe pneumonia on Friday, 

 and only yesterday I had had a letter from Wagram telling me that 

 his son Alexandre was going to stay with her in the New Forest, 

 and I had been looking forward to seeing her there. She died at 

 Cuffnells, which she had rented for the autumn. I remember her first 

 as a girl not yet out in 1866, the year of Sadowa, with her mother, 

 who was then Lady Salisbury, at Homburg, but I did not meet her 

 again till one evening, when I sat next to her at a dinner at the 

 Admiralty, and later when we were both staying at the Paris Em- 

 bassy the year before Lytton died. Then we finally made friends. 

 She had led a sad life, but her later years were happier. Now all is 

 over suddenly and for ever. 



" To-day was a lovely day after several of heavy rain. At King's 

 Cross I found Pom McDonnell, and we travelled down to Hatfield 

 together, having also with us Eddy Stanley, whom I had not before 

 seen. At the church there were not a dozen mourners, besides the 

 few house servants and retainers, with Lord Arthur Cecil, her brother, 

 and one of Lord Galloway's brothers as chief mourners, Arthur Bal- 

 four, who though four years older, was her nephew, Lady Hayter, and 

 Miss Mildred Hope, her two chief women friends, George Leveson 

 Gower, and me. Of all her society friends there was not one, and 

 none of Lord Salisbury's sons, while Lord Salisbury himself, her ' big 

 brother ' (as she used to call him) lay dying in the great house hard 

 by. It was pitiful, tragic, touching, with the sunlight streaming in 

 through the windows on the Cecil monuments. I took a place away 

 from the official mourners, for it was a very private funeral in the 

 Cecil family burial ground, and I was not one of them, but I went 

 with the rest to the grave which they had made in a sunny corner 

 under the wall. The churchyard is a very pretty one and is the 

 place where she had chosen to be laid. She always had a passionate 

 love for Hatfield, her early home. When all was finished I went on 

 into the park, meaning to spend an hour or two there before going 



1 Compare " Home Life with Herbert Spencer," by Two. 



