. Life and letters of Henry Parry Liddon canon of St. Paul's Cathedral, and sometime Ireland Professor of Exegesis in the University of Oxford. and were filled with an unnaturalexpression. A few minutes later he seemed to fall into asound sleep; and those who were with him thankfullynoticed that his breathing gradually became less laboured,and then more and more quiet, until they could hardlyhear any sound. It seemed to them like the deep sleep ofa little child , they did not think what it really was. Thedoctor had been summoned as rapidly as possible ; but,before his arrival, the breathing ha
. Life and letters of Henry Parry Liddon canon of St. Paul's Cathedral, and sometime Ireland Professor of Exegesis in the University of Oxford. and were filled with an unnaturalexpression. A few minutes later he seemed to fall into asound sleep; and those who were with him thankfullynoticed that his breathing gradually became less laboured,and then more and more quiet, until they could hardlyhear any sound. It seemed to them like the deep sleep ofa little child , they did not think what it really was. Thedoctor had been summoned as rapidly as possible ; but,before his arrival, the breathing had ceased altogether ; thepain-worn body was still, and the soul had passed throughthe gate of the Eternal World. The news of his death came as a terrible shock to allwho knew him. They had supposed that the improvement,when he was moved from Oxford, was permanent, and werein no way prepared for the great and sudden loss. Of the many expressions of this sense of bereavement,two may well be quoted. The following Sunday, CanonScott Holland, preaching at St. Pauls Cathedral, from thepulpit so inextricably associated at that moment with most. Removal to Weston—Death. 389 vivid memories, spoke of him as the great single-heartedpreacher of the Revelation of God. As the words of Scripture rang from his hps (and who ever couldmake Scripture ring as he did ?), their original force seemed to reachand touch us across all the dividing years. No insincerity withheldit. No half-hearted allegiance made them falter in their coming. The world, with its worries, its disputes, its vanities, its beguile-ments, its pettiness, its greeds—the world threw no veiling mistbetween us and those Divine appeals. He who spoke to us had gotpast all that. He had pushed his way up through all the was not afraid of what was involved in facing the Truth. He, atleast, was ready for the sacrifice. He had counted the cost. And so,by virtue of that sincerity, of that purged eye, he, we felt, saw some-thi
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