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the parting words, seemed to be irradiated by the light of another world.
Since the year 1866 he lived at Sewanee, in the shadow of that great Church school, of which, ever since, he seemed to be an integral part. A few weeks ago he caught cold, which developed into a fatal attack of pneumonia. His remains reach Jackson, Miss., February 16th, and were committed to the earth the next day. In respect to his memory all the churches of his diocese have been draped for the space of thirty days in the colors of Episcopal mourning - purple and white. He desired that his funeral should be simple, and to his children he said: "Wear no mourning for me, unless you have no hope in my death."
From a letter written from Sewanee in the Church Messenger, on the day of the Bishop's death, the following extract is copied:
"There is a solemn hush brooding over the mountain top to-day; a more than Sabbath quietude; for 'very early in the morning,; on this, 'the first day of the week,' God has called away the central figure from our life here; and the knowledge that he lies so still at Kenall Hall seems to infuse the very air with an unwonted calm - all is peace, blessed, holy peace!
"Is not this the ending for earth of an ideal Christian life? A life full of vicissitudes and cares, individual cares, as well as those which came from without, 'the care of all the churches,' but meekly, nobly lived, not without its human frailty, but all brought into subjection and harmony by the in-