well repose.

'A last home, may we not say, of which the very name, with its double
signification, was worthy of the spirit which there passed away--"the Hall
of Justice, the Place of Rest." Rest, indeed, to him after his long
"laborious days," in that presence which to him was the only complete Rest
--the presence of Eternal Justice.'

[1] One of the Indian journals of the day described the ceremony as
follows:--'On Wednesday afternoon, the few Europeans in the station
collected at five o'clock in the Memorial Garden and Monument. None,
who had seen the spot after the subsidence of the Mutiny could
recognise in the well-planned and well-kept garden, with its two
graveyards, and the beautiful central Monument on its grassy mound,
the site of the horrid slaughter-house which then stood in blood-
stained ruin about the well, choked with the victims of the foulest
treachery the world has ever seen.... The ceremonial was as simple as
it well could be, and few ceremonies could be more impressive.... The
Viceroy advanced to the top of the steps of the Memorial, and, through
the Commissioners, formally requested the Bishop to consecrate that
spot, and the adjacent burial-places. The Bishop, taking his place,
then headed a procession of the clergy and the people present, and
proceeded round the two burial-places and the interior of the Memorial
itself, with music playing and soldiers chanting the 49th, 115th,
139th, and 23rd Psalms. After this, his chaplain read the form of
consecration, which was signed by the Bishop; and, the 90th Psalm
having been sung, he shortly addressed those present in most feeling,
manly, and impressive terms befitting the occasion; and the ceremonial
concluded with prayers read by the chaplain of the station, closing
with the benediction by the Bishop.' The Bishop was the lamented
George Cotton. See his Life, p. 286.

[2] _The Company and the Crown._ By the Hon. T. J. Hovell-
Thurlow.

[3] One of the side valleys which run up northwards from the main
valley of the Beas.

[4] For permission to use this narrative the Editor has to thank
not only its author, Arthur Stanley, Dean of Westminster (and it is
but a small part of the obligations to him connected with this work),
but also the proprietors of the _North British Review_, in which it
appeared.

[5] 'The Expulsive Power of a N