MEMOIR. 



Rose Sedding, a daughter of Canon Tinling, of Gloucester, 

 lives in the memory of those who knew her as an impersona- 

 tion of singular spiritual beauty and sweetness. Gentle 

 and refined, sensitive and sympathetic to an unusual 

 degree, there was no lack in her of the sterner stuff of 

 character force, courage, and endurance. John Sedding 

 leaned upon his wife ; indeed, I cannot think of him with- 

 out her, or guess how much of his success is due to what 

 she was to him. Two days before his death he said to me, 

 " I have to thank God for the happiest of homes, and the 

 sweetest of wives." 



Many will remember with gratitude the little home in 

 Charlotte Street, as the scene of some of the pleasantest 

 and most refreshing hours they have ever known. John 

 Sedding had the gift of attracting young men, artists and 

 others, to himself, and of entering speedily into the friend- 

 liest relations with them. He met them with such taking 

 frankness, such unaffected warmth of welcome, that they 

 surrendered to him at once, and were at once at ease with 

 him and happy. 



On Sundays, when the religious duties of the day were 

 over, he was wont to gather a certain number of these 

 young fellows to spend the evening at his house. No one 

 of those who were privileged to be of the party can forget 

 the charming hospitality of these evenings. The apparatus 

 was so simple, the result so delightful ; an entire absence 

 of display, and yet no element of perfect entertainment 

 wanting. On these occasions, when supper was over, Mrs. 

 Sedding usually played for us with great discernment and 

 feeling the difficult music of Beethoven, Grieg, Chopin, and 

 others, and sometimes she sang. More than one friendship 

 among their guests grew out of these happy evenings. 



In course of time the increase of his family and the 

 concurrent increase of his practice obliged him to remove, 

 first his office to Oxford Street, and later on his home 



