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checks," and without being over sanguine I rather incline 

 to think that my native toughness will get the best of 

 it — albuminuria or otherwise. — Ever your faithful friend, 



T. H. H. 



Misfortimes never come singla My son-in-law, 

 Eckersley, died of yellow fever the other day at San 

 Salvador — just as he was going to take up an appoint- 

 ment at Lima worth £1200 a year. Eachel and her 

 three children have but the slenderest provision, 



The next two days there was a slight improve- 

 ment, but on the third morning the heart began to 

 fail. The great pain subdued by anaesthetics, he 

 lingered on about seven hours, and at half-past three 

 on June 29 passed away very quietly. 



He was buried at Finchley, on July 4, beside his 

 brother George and his little son Xoel, under the 

 shadow of the oak, which had grown up into a 

 stately young tree from the little sapling it had 

 been when the grave of his first-born was dug 

 beneath it, five and thirty years before. 



The funeral was of a private character. An old 

 friend, the Eev. Llewelyn Davies, came from Kirkby 

 Lonsdale to read the service ; the many friends who 

 2;athered at the grave -side were there as friends 

 mourning the death of a friend, and all touched wuth 

 the same sense of personal loss. 



By his special direction, three lines from a poem 

 written by his wife, were inscribed upon his tomb- 

 stone — lines inspired by his own robust conviction 



