A Bacon family from The Rodings in Essex

You may well wonder why I have included an essay on this family, alongside the stories of the Algar and Luck families.  For that task I have to thank Eliza Ann Algar (Auntie Di) 1858-1940, who, in the last years of her life, wrote down all that she could remember of the earlier generations of her family.

She didn’t just concentrate on her immediate kith and kin, but included some more distant relatives for the very simple reason that they had become close and therefore kept in touch with one another. The connection runs through her father John Algar (2) 1827-1911 who married Elizabeth Luck.   Elizabeth Luck’s mother was Elizabeth Bacon (1801-1859). Now this Elizabeth was, according to Auntie Di, the youngest member of a large and thriving family of Bacons.  In her words “Mr Bacon, a builder and farmer, removed with his family to London from Hatfield Broad Oak in Essex, leaving his youngest daughter Elizabeth with her grandparents at High Roding, Essex, where she married James Luck.”  (In fact, further research on my part later established Elizabeth as being the fifth child of eleven born to James Bacon and Sarah.)

James Luck, a schoolmaster, (1785-1865) was fifteen years older than his wife Elizabeth (1801-1859) and they spent the rest of their lives in High Roding. They brought seven children into the world, and four of those, all girls, survived to mature years. Three of those four married and had large families, while their un-married sister had a career as a cook working in upper-class households in London. I shall not add details of all these families here, but they will be found in the section labelled “Family Groups”.

Bacon is a fairly common name in Essex – there is even a hamlet called Bacon End, which lies at the northern end of the Roding valley. This area is still a relatively quiet and undeveloped part of Essex, on the western borders of the county. The site of a Roman road runs right through the Rodings, and a number of small villages lie on either side of this in close proximity to the river Roding.  First - the Rodings themselves – Abbess Roding , Aythorpe Roding, Beauchamp Roding, Berner’s Roding , High Roding, Leaden Roding, Margaret Roding and White Roding;  then High Easter and Good Easter, Hatfield Broad oak, Matching and Matching Green, because they also figure in my story.  All these places can be fitted into a neat circle about eight miles in diameter. This is where ‘my’ Bacon family had its beginnings.

On a weekend visit to Suffolk (May 2010) I arranged matters, so that we could take a lunch-break in the Roding Valley.  On the 1” OS map Matching Green looked to be a likely picnic spot – I chose it because we hadn’t been there before, and also because Mr Bacon’s two eldest sons were born there, right at the end of the eighteenth century.  Another time, another place, you might say – but on a beautiful summer’s day Matching Green far exceeded our expectations:  it was by any standards a large village green, with the grass as yet uncut, buttercups in full bloom, and a cricket pitch with a match underway at the eastern end.  A dozen swifts wheeled at high speed above our heads; there were house-martins too, but when it came to aerial acrobatics, the swifts outshone them every time.  The south side of the Green had one or two modern houses, and a few from the nineteenth century – but let your gaze run round the other two sides, and all you could see were houses from the eighteenth century and earlier... altered maybe, but not beyond all recognition.  I began to feel that this scene was not so very different from the one Mr Bacon would have known.  It isn’t often that this can be said of England’s Home Counties these days.

A few years ago I acquired a little book of walks in the Roding Valley, dated 1947 – it is just over sixty years since it was published, but  it is clear that not much has changed around here – this truly is a very quiet Essex backwater.  But if Mr Bacon were to come back after two hundred years, he too might recognize a good many features of the landscape he once knew.  One has to remind oneself that in fact the M11 motorway forms the western boundary of this valley now, and that Stansted Airport lies a few miles to the north.  Neither of these thoroughly modern monsters was audible to the 21st century picnickers on Matching Green!

I have not looked much beyond the middle of the eighteenth century for ‘my’ Bacons – the main reason being, that with a common name such as this, there is already enough confusion over who belongs to whom, with all sorts of inaccuracies and misleading conclusions out there on the Internet.

Now that Essex Record Office has made available some of its earliest Parish Registers on-line (with work still in progress) I intend to have a go at sorting out “the Bacons” – but without the help of any indexes this still remains a slow and tedious task.

So – back to Mr Bacon, the builder and farmer:

James Bacon was born in High Roding, Essex, in 1759. He married Sarah, his wife, in about 1795: she was at least 10 years younger than he, so it is possible that he was married before, and widowed. So far, I haven’t been able to confirm this conjecture, because I have yet to find records to back all this up.  James and Sarah raised at least 11 children, all of them born in the Rodings. In the Parish Census of 1811 James Bacon’s household comprised seven people – five males, two females – in other words the two parents and five children. As only heads of households were named, I cannot be certain which of the children were included.

The Bacon family’s journey to London took place in about 1816, at the recollection of Samuel Sampson Bacon 1809-1876 (one of the youngest boys), who said he was about 7 years old when the family left Hatfield Broad Oak.  Since I have recently begun a careful search of the Essex Parish Registers on-line (see comment above), I can now qualify this story.  In the Abbess Roding registers (D/P 145/1/2) I came across a note recording a severe outbreak of Typhus fever in 1817 in Matching Green and Hatfield Broadoak.  It is quite possible that this event precipitated James Bacon’s decision to remove his family from Essex to London, and that the year was in fact 1817, and not 1816. 

The family settled in Lock’s Fields “when there really were fields in that locality” [Obituary: Samuel Sampson Bacon see below]  In the 1841 Census this area is described as “an area bounded by Chatham, Rodney and Trafalgar Places, New Kent Road (Paragon End) and Pitt Street – all in Newington, Surrey.  Twenty-five years after they first arrived, several members of this family were still to be found in the same area. 

In chronological order of their arrival into this world they were:-

Parsley - otherwise Benjamin Bacon - 1796-1861: officially christened Benjamin, but always known as Parsley (something to do with his father’s sense of humour perhaps) and thereafter the name was handed down through the family, as you will see.  Parsley followed a number of trades, but principally he was a brewer and publican. He was twice-married; firstly to Martha, who bore him two daughters, and after her untimely death he married Frances Horsnell in 1837. Parsley and Frances then had four children, three of whom survived to adulthood.

William Bacon 1797-1863: followed the trade of carpenter all his life and never moved away from Lock’s Fields. He was married to Mary Copsey in 1818, and as far as I can tell, they had only two sons, Thomas b.1820 and John b.1821.

James Bacon b.1798: presumably died in infancy, since a later child was also christened James.

Mary Ann Bacon 1800-1859: married Jonathan W Pratt, and they continued to live in the Borough of Bermondsey all their lives. Jonathan was a warehouse assistant [1851 Census] and he and Mary raised a family of eight children.

Elizabeth Bacon 1801-1859: has been discussed already - go to the top of page one.

John Tudor Bacon b.1802: and baptised in Matching Church to parents James Bacon and Sarah: I presume that he belongs in this family, but I have not been able to find any more records for him.

Ann Bacon b.1803: said to have married a Mr Dought, but again I have not been able to find any more records for her.

Jane Bacon b.1806: the same applies to Jane. It is always much harder to trace the girls, unless you are fortunate enough to find a married name for them. Bacon is a very common name, and unless you come across, say, the father’s name as a witness on a marriage certificate, you really can’t be certain of being on the right track.

Benjamin Bacon 1807-1893: was a merchant seaman and a master mariner.  At the end of his days, he was admitted as a ‘Poor Man’ to Trinity Hospital Greenwich 26.06.1878 - aged 71 years.

[Trinity Hospital, Greenwich was founded in 1613 by Henry Howard, Earl of Northampton; it was rebuilt in 1812 & is now run by the Mercers' Company; "Since 1617 it has provided a home for 21 retired gentlemen of Greenwich".]

Benjamin was married to Ann Livett (1811-1875) in 1834, and they raised a family of six children; it is probably fair to say that Ann did most of the raising, since her husband was always away at sea [census of 1841, 1851 and 1861]. This Bacon family grew up in Greenwich, alas, not with a great deal of security, one fears.  At each census [1841, 1851, 1861 and 1871] the family is living at a different address, albeit in the same district. Ann died in 1875, but thanks to an ancient charitable foundation, Benjamin ended his days in more security and comfort than he could ever have had in his working life; there he was cared for, for almost fifteen years. 

Benjamin Bacon joined the Merchant Service as an apprentice in 1823, aged 16. Later on he also served 3 years in the Royal Navy. His name appears in the Register of Seamen’s Names 1835-1840 (TNA: BT 112) working on the ship “Swift”; according to the description, he stood 5’ 5 ’’ tall, was of a florid complexion, with light brown hair and hazel eyes.  A decade later there is a record of him in the Alphabetical Register of Masters (TNA: BT 115/1/238 1845-1854). Latterly, his ship was the “Salacia” (1861 Census) and Lloyd’s Register 1867/68.  As far as I know neither of his two sons followed their father’s trade (another son died in infancy). 

Samuel Sampson Bacon 1809-1876: spent most of his adult life as a traveller in tobacco and confectionery.  Perhaps his peripatetic existence was the reason that he was able to keep up with the Algar and Luck relations.  Auntie Di certainly remembered his visits to Willesden, when she was a child in the 1860’s (probably because sweeties and treats were part of those visits!)  It was she who preserved the newspaper obituary which so carefully details the rest of his life (I have it still – fragile and yellowed with age).  For a transcription – and it is well worth reading – see below.

Samuel married Elizabeth Cawley Manger (1811-1887) in 1832. They had but three children:  George (1834-1910) who married, and had a family of eight children; Nancy (1839-1896) who never married, and looked after her parents until they died; and lastly Samuel (1843-1864) who died aged just 21.

James Smith Bacon (1811-?): the youngest child in this family was probably named after his father, but also for his brother who died a decade or so earlier.  Auntie Di recollected that this James became the Master of a London Workhouse.  I have been unable to substantiate this, but a diligent search of the 1841 Census produced two possible persons to fit Auntie Di’s profile, although neither of them was working in London.  I found:- James Bacon and Mary Ann, as Governor and Matron of Buckingham Union Workhouse;  and also - James Smith Bacon and Emaline as Master and Matron of Huntingdon Union Workhouse.  The first couple had no children listed with them; the second couple had four children living with them. 

Further research showed that James Smith Bacon married Emaline Butler in Hornsey, Middlesex, in 1832;  and that Alice, their third child, was born in 1838 at 14 Upper Swan Street, Newington St Mary.  At that time James had the position of “Turnkey” ie gaoler at Horsemonger Lane Gaol in Southwark.  Since James grew up in this area, it seems consistent that he could have held this important post in what was the Surrey County Gaol, and, not long afterwards, that he could have applied for, and been offered the post of Workhouse Master in Huntingdon.  Although I searched the available workhouse records of staff appointments in the National Archive, there are very few entries for this period, and alas, no more details of James Bacon’s appointment.

James Bacon (1759-1851) our “pater familias” had more than 30 grandchildren, all of them born during his lifetime.  This in itself is quite remarkable, because for many people in the nineteenth century life expectancy was still quite short, and two generation families were the norm.  To make a general statement: those of his  grandchildren who survived beyond infancy managed to live useful lives – the girls married, and the boys learned a trade so that they could support themselves, and eventually, their own families.  One out of all those grandchildren stands out... and his story is well worth the telling. see page below

Parsley Bacon’s eldest son, Parsley Samuel Bacon 1839-1922, whose mother was Frances Horsnell, rose from the very humblest of beginnings to become headmaster of the Jesuit St Aloysius College in Glasgow; it seems that he was also a much loved pastoral priest in the slums of Victorian Glasgow.

All that Auntie Di could remember was that he was a Roman Catholic priest, known as Father Francis Bacon.  I searched high and low for a record of him in the England census returns, after 1851, with no success.  In 1851 Parsley, aged 12, is living at home with his parents, his elder sister Ann, and two younger siblings, James and Jane. “Home” was 36 Cambridge Road, Bethnal Green, and Parsley Bacon senior is listed as following the trade of cheesemonger.  In 1861 Parsley would have been 22, quite possibly living independently away from the family home.  His father had just died. Try as I might, I have been unable to trace him in the Census for that year, which is a pity, because his occupation could have been a useful pointer to his future.

Since I subsequently failed to find Parsley in any other England census - I foolishly limited my searches to the London area – something made me decide to check the Scottish census records as well.  Suddenly my fruitless searches were at an end – I traced Father Francis Bacon to St Aloysius College in Glasgow: he was there in 1881, 1891 and 1901 (the 1911 Scottish census is not yet available as I write). I then found a record of him in the 1871 census, as a mature student, studying at Stonyhurst College, a Jesuit seminary in Lancashire. His name is recorded in that census as Parsley Francis Edward Bacon.  It is possible that he took the names Francis and Edward on his conversion to Catholicism in 1866.

Having at last made some headway with Parsley, I looked up St Aloysius College on the Internet (as one does these days) and was very surprised and pleased to find a web page for a lively Catholic institution, offering a secondary school education to boys and girls in Glasgow.  I sent an e-mail addressed to the archivist (hoping against hope that there was one) and asking if I might find any further information on the career of my distant relative.  I was even more surprised (and delighted) to receive a very prompt reply.  Here I will let John McCabe, Director of Alumni of the school, take over Father Francis’ story;

In an extract from a talk which he gave to the pupils in 2009 he said:-

“Tomorrow evening at 5.45 pm, Archbishop Conti will preside at a Mass in this church. It will be a special Mass to celebrate the laying of the foundation stone 100 years ago on 4th October, 1908.

Next year, our school, St. Aloysius College will be celebrating its 150th birthday having opened on 12th September 1859. In the history of our College there have been 29 Headmasters including the current holder of that role, Mr Stoer. Four of these had rather longer periods in office than most others. The longest serving was Father Eric Hanson who was in charge from 1901 to 1926 and who increased the roll and established the school as one of the leading academic institutions in Scotland.

Father John Tracy served for 14 years and during that time the College’s reputation for excellence was confirmed. Father Tony Richmond also spent 14 years in charge and ensured the school’s survival by two important decisions: he oversaw the transition from a grant-aided school to an independent one and in 1980 the admission of girls. The last of these long serving priests was one whom many of you will remember, Father Adrian Porter, under whose guidance the College grew in numbers and many important changes took place, including the building of the new Junior School and the Clavius building. But none of these men would have been here; the College would have ceased to exist if it were not for one man, Father Francis Bacon, Headmaster from 1875-78.

Father Bacon was a remarkable man; he had been an Anglican but converted to Catholicism at the age of twenty seven and then joined the Society of Jesus in 1868. He was ordained priest in 1875 and came to St. Aloysius’ College that same year faced with the task of rescuing a failing enterprise from extinction.

The roll had dropped to a total of 47 boys and many expected it to close, in fact some people thought that it had closed.  The Provincial sent him to Glasgow to rescue this school or if he could not do this, then close it down.     He had no magic wand but he did have incredible zeal and unbounded enthusiasm. His day began at 5 am with Mass and then he travelled as far afield as Dumbarton, Helensburgh, Greenock, Port Glasgow and in the east Bathgate and Falkirk persuading parents of the value of a senior education:  this in the days of horse drawn transport. In five hectic and demanding years he increased the roll from 47 to 170, raised the standards and created an interest in the school which had been previously unknown. But there was a price to pay and Fr. Bacon’s health suffered and he had to step down from school work in 1880.

 After a short break he returned to this parish and devoted his efforts to the bettering of the social conditions then pertaining in the Cowcaddens, one of the poorest districts in the whole of Glasgow. This was a district of crowded, damp and dreary tenements inhabited by the poorest of the poor. Employment was often scarce and many young people drifted into petty crime, often because they had nothing to occupy them.   Father Bacon founded the Boys League of the Cross which later became the Confraternity of Our Lady of Genezzano. He had no money but he found money for the rent of halls, for the furniture, (billiard tables, reading tables, benches, chairs, games, pets etc.)  Often he could be observed with his jacket off, sleeves rolled up, sweeping floors, carrying coals or inflating footballs. He originated evening classes, organized retreats, arranged outings in summer and, in times of unemployment, provided soup kitchens.

By the early 1920s the Cowcaddens district was being renovated and houses demolished.  In May, 1922 the Glasgow Evening News commented on the renovation of the Cowcaddens area which resulted in a large number of evictions affecting the poorest sections of the inhabitants.  Cowcaddens was a district which because of the large number of extremely deprived inhabitants, had attracted a number of philanthropists and, as the paper claimed, ‘’ without protest, work of years is being undone.’’ The article continued to say that three institutions had been brought to an end not one of which can be spared. It then mentioned the three institutions, The Old Women’s Workroom, where poor older women could gather to work, and earn a little money to keep themselves and show that they still counted, and The Girls’ Club which provided a meeting place for young girls just out of school and enabled them to pass their time in a light hearted and enjoyable manner and acquire basic skills.

I will now quote from the article: ‘’ Last of the three but foremost in importance was Father Bacon’s Club.  Everyone knew the once-alert, white-bearded figure, familiar for so many years, who has now celebrated his jubilee and walks bent and frail about the narrow streets where the lads are devoted to his name. No sentimentalist was the padre; he kept a firm hand on his lads, but he led them on the right way. Is it any wonder that he is stricken by the breaking up of the club that has carried on for thirty years and has had 4,000 young men on its books, turning out some fine citizens from unpromising material.   Ask the Northern Police of the enormous influence for good of Father Bacon’s Boys, of the big Temperance Society, The League of the Cross. The lads served their country gallantly and many made the ultimate sacrifice willingly in the recent Great War, and those who have come back are being deprived of the club which was the pivot of their social life and activities. Where are they to go now?  There are cinemas, public houses, ice cream parlours and resorts even less reliable; and for all the public care the lads are welcome to go there. That such an ameliorative influence as the Boys’ Club should be threatened, that in such a neighbourhood as that of ‘The Rat Pit’ it should be possible to wipe out of existence such a benevolent and flourishing organization is surely regrettable. ‘’ That extract sums up the immense work of Father Bacon.

On the occasion of his Golden Jubilee as a member of the Society of Jesus in 1918, towards the end of World War 1, at a presentation in the College hall, Father Bacon’s efforts were recognized and towards the end of the evening Mr  E V Hutchinson, President of the Aloysian Association, handed over a cheque for 610 remarking at the same time that cheques had come from all over the British Isles and from every theatre of war on land and sea This money was to be devoted to the erection of a marble pulpit in St Aloysius’ church. Today, I have chosen to address you from that pulpit, and those below me will see that there is a small black plaque with the inscription, ‘’ In memory of the Rev. Francis Bacon, S J, Golden Jubilee.’’  Do look at it when you have time.

If you would like to know more about the history of this beautiful church, a short history has just been published and will be on sale from tomorrow evening.”

Thank you.

John McCabe 

Alumni Director


Samuel Sampson Bacon 1809-1876

Obituary July 22 1876 [19th century newspaper cutting: source unknown]

In Memoriam

On the 11th instant there departed this life an old inhabitant of South London – one who had passed 60 years of his allotted space within a few hundred yards at least of the house in which he died. 

Samuel Sampson Bacon was born at Hatfield Broad Oak, in Essex, on June 22 1809. A rather amusing story is told to this effect:  When his parents proposed to take him to church for baptism, it so happened that on that particular Sunday, the vicar did not intend holding any service, and as was his wont, sent the old clerk round to announce this in the village, and to Mr Bacon’s father came this message: “Mr Fowler’s compliments, and there will be no service to-day”.  The prompt answer was:  “Give my compliments to Mr Fowler, and tell him if he cannot do his duty, he must do as I have to do. If I cannot attend to my business myself, I have to employ a deputy to do it for me; and say, if you please, that I have an infant to be christened today, and shall be at church at the usual time this afternoon.”  The old clerk returned with his message, whereupon he had orders to go up into the belfry, and if he saw Mr Bacon and his baby coming, he was to toll the bell, and then the vicar would come.  True to time, and against the remonstrances of some who thought it would not do to offend Mr Fowler, the father, who was master of his own household, started with the mother and the sponsors, and as soon as they came in sight of the church the bell began tolling, and at the font stood the clergyman, surplice and ready for duty.  Not a word passed between the two gentlemen, but ever afterwards a very respectful but distant courtesy marked their scant intercourse.  In these days of revived energy, rural deans, &c, we presume that even in a country village the parson would scarcely put off the Sunday service in this unceremonious style. 

The family removed to London, when Samuel, who was the youngest of 10 [sic], was about seven years of age, and settled somewhere about Lock’s Fields – when there really were fields in that locality.  Very soon afterwards Samuel was sent to the Weslyan Methodist Sunday-School in Crosby Row, Long Lane, Bermondsey.  The little chapel there was built by the Rev John Wesley, MA, and there he used to preach himself.  In 1805 0r 1808 the fine large building known now as Southwark Chapel was erected to supersede the humbler little house in Crosby-Row, which, however was still used as a school on Sunday.  The connection formed thus early was never severed;  for as a scholar, teacher, visitor, and finally as Superintendent, for upwards of 59 years, first at the old premises, and subsequently when new schools were raised beside Southwark Chapel, Mr Bacon remained in association with this now venerable institution.  He was a fully-accredited member of the Wesleyan Church for 50 years, during 40 years of which he held the office of a class-leader.  He used sometimes to say that he, at any rate, was in the Apostolical succession, as his predecessor in that office was appointed by Mr Wesley himself. 

During the whole of the half-century which elapsed from the time of his joining the church of his choice till his death, he led the life of a humble and consistent Christian.  In his youth he was apprenticed to the firm of Jephson Brothers, Castle Street, Southwark, hatters, and followed the trade till about 1846, when he went into business as a cheese-monger, &c, in White Street, Borough.  Here he remained till 1858, when he removed to Union Road, and continued an occupation he had been following for some time prior to his relinquishing his own business – viz - travelling in town and country in the tobacco line.

By very many who peruse this journal, he was well known and much respected, for his religion was of a character that while it made him very careful to walk consistently, it did not make him hard or morose.  He had a genial and pleasant word for all with whom he came in contact. 

In the month of February this year increasing infirmities compelled him to relinquish his worldly calling; but He whom he had served so long did not desert him in his time of need.  He was now compelled also to resign his active duties as superintendent of the Sunday schools he loved so dearly; and the friends with whom he had worked so long and so lovingly made him a present of a very beautifully-illuminated address, and an accompanying purse of 50 guineas.  He was too weak to attend the meeting at which he was to have received it.  So a deputation, consisting of the Rev Benjamin Browne (the superintendent minister of the Southwark circuit) and some others, made the presentation at his own home, 1 Spring Garden Terrace, Falmouth Road.  He took to his bed about six weeks since, perfectly conscious, nay, certain, that it would be his bed of death, but in complete submission to the will of his heavenly Father; and during his illness his faith was never shaken, but his soul was sweetly sustained in perfect peace even to the end. 

He calmly passed away, relying on the merits of his Divine Redeemer, at 25 minutes to 2 on Tuesday morning, the 11th instant, at the age of 67, his last utterance being “Safe in Jesus”.

He was interred at Camberwell Forest Hill Cemetery on Friday the 14th, his remains being first taken to Southwark Chapel, Long Lane, where the preliminary part of the usual service was performed, and a hymn sung, after which the mournful procession wended its way to the cemetery, where all that was mortal was committed to the dust, in sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life. 

On Sunday evening, the 26th, a funeral sermon was preached in the old sanctuary so dear to him by the Rev B Browne, from Timothy II, iv, 6,7,& 8.  In this really excellent discourse, the preacher referred first to the Apostle’s present experience: “I am now ready to be offered, the time of my departure is at hand;” secondly, his review of his past life: “I have fought a good fight - I have finished my course – I have kept the faith;” and thirdly, his future prospects: “Henceforth, there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness,” &c.  Of course these points could be, and were made to bear very appropriately in the case of the departed – a masterly sketch of the life-work, and an equally forcible delineation of character, brought to a close that which had been listened to with breathless attention by the large and sympathizing  congregation.  After the concluding prayer, the choir, which had been evidently augmented and strengthened for the occasion, sang Pope’s ode, “Vital spark of heavenly flame,” and, in a very efficient and telling manner, accompanied by the newly-elected organist of the chapel, Mr Leary, in such a way that many said they never had heard this touching piece sung and played so well before.  The congregation then retired to the strains of the “Dead March;” and so this most impressive and long-to-be-remembered service was brought to a close.

As a man, Mr Bacon was straightforward and honourable to a degree.  Crooked paths and devious ways his soul abhorred.  As a Christian he was humble, earnest and devout; as a husband he was as tender and devoted as could well be imagined; as a father he was loving, gentle, yet firm and authoritative, master in his own family, as his father was before him;  as a friend he was steadfast, candid, reliable, and true as steel;  as one who held office in the church ,he watched for the souls committed to his care as one that must give account;  as a Sunday-school superintendent he was firm upholder of order, punctuality, and regularity in attendance.  For many weeks, he took his lunch in the vestry every Sunday, as he grew too feeble to journey to and from the school twice on the Sunday.  His position in life throughout was but a comparatively humble one.  Yet the truth of the passage of Scripture, which says, “Him that honoureth Me I will honour,” was fulfilled in his case, as many came to witness his funeral obsequies.  The chapel authorities draped their pulpit, reading-desk and organ in black.  The two doctors who had visited him – the one as his medical advisor, the other out of respect and esteem as a friend – both followed his remains in their own carriages, unexpectedly, and certainly unsolicited.  It might be said of him that “He rests from his labours, and his works do follow him.”

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