410 JAMES CLERK MAXWELL. [CHAP. XIII. 



surplice that Maxwell repeated to him George Her- 

 bert's lines on the priest's vestments, entitled Aaron. 1 

 Maxwell's mind and memory remained perfectly clear 

 to the very last. 



The fortitude with which he bore his sufferings, 

 and the calm self-possession with which he met his 

 end, impressed those most who watched him most 



1 AARON. 



Holiness on the head, 



Light and perfections on the breast, 



Harmonious bells below, raising the dead 

 To lead them unto life and rest : 

 Thus are true Aarons drest. 



Profaneness in my head, 



Defects and darkness in my breast, 



A noise of passions ringing me for dead 

 Unto a place where is no rest : 

 Poor priest, thus am I drest. 



Only another head 



I have, another heart and breast, 

 Another music, making live, not dead, 



Without whom I could have no rest : 



In Him I am well drest. 



Christ is my only head, 



My alone only heart and breast, 

 My only music, striking me e'en dead ; 



That to the old man I may rest, 



And be in him new drest. 



So holy in my head, 



Perfect and light in my dear breast, 

 My doctrine tuned by Christ (who is not dead, 



But lives in me while I do rest), 



Come, people ; Aaron's drest. 



