sequently much encroached on."

It is scarcely decent for a son to praise his father, but even a
son may be allowed to quote the tributes which his father's death
evoked. Let some of these tributes end my tale.

_June_ 29_th_, 1894.

My DEAR G. RUSSELL,

I am truly grieved to learn this sad news.
It is the disappearance of an illustrious figure to
us, but of much more, I fear, to you.

Yours most sincerely,
ROSEBERY.

_June_ 30_th_, 1894.

DEAR G. RUSSELL,

I saw with sorrow the announcement of your father's death. He was
a good and kind friend to me in the days long ago, and I mourn
his loss. In these backsliding days he set a great example of
steadfastness and loyalty to the faith of his youth and his race.

Yours very truly,

W. V. HARCOURT.

_July_ 31_rd_ 1894.

DEAR RUSSELL,

I was very grieved to hear of your revered father's death.

He was a fine specimen of our real aristocracy, and such specimens
are becoming rarer and rarer in these degenerate days.

There was a true ring of the "Grand Seigneur" about him which always
impressed me.

Yours sincerely,
REAY.

_July_ 1_st_, 1894.

My DEAR RUSSELL,

I thank you very much for your kindness in writing to me.

You may, indeed, presume that it is with painful interest and deep
regret that I hear of the death of your father, and that I value
the terms in which you speak of his feelings towards myself.

Though he died at such an advanced age, it is, I think, remarkable
that his friends spoke of him to the last as if he were still in
the full intercourse of daily life, without the disqualification
or forgetfulness that old age sometimes brings with it.

For my part I can never forget my association with him in the House
of Commons and elsewhere, nor the uniform kindness which he always
showed me.

Believe me, most truly yours,
ARTHUR W. PEEL.

_June_ 29_th_, 1894.

My DEAR RUSSELL,

I have seen, with the eyes of others, in newspapers of this afternoon
the account of the death--shall I say?--or of the ingathering of
your father. And of what he was to you as a father I can reasonably,
if remotely, conceive from knowing what he was in the outer circle,
as a firm, true, loyal friend.

He has done, and will do, no dishonour to the name of Russell. It
is a higher matter to know, at a supreme moment like this, that
he had placed his treasure where moth and dust do not corrupt, and
his dependence whe