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Rh the faithful Gillman's more than while they exercised their virtues towards him living. What was his mansion is consecrated to me a chapel."

A month after this was written Charles Lamb followed his friend. A seemingly slight accident, a fall which wounded his face, brought on erysipelas, and he sank rapidly, dying the 27th December 1834. For once, Mary's affliction befriended her. Though her mind was not wholly obscured at the time, for she was able to show the spot in Edmonton churchyard where her brother had wished to be buried, yet it was so far deadened that she was unable to comprehend what had befallen her; and thus she remained for nearly a year.

None thought of Mary with tenderer sympathy than Landor, or strove with more sincerity to offer "consolation to the finest genius that ever descended on the heart of woman," as he fervently described her. "When I first heard of the loss that all his friends, and many that never were his friends, sustained in him," he wrote to Crabb Robinson, "no thought took possession of my mind except the anguish of his sister. That very night, before I closed my eyes, I composed this:— {{dhr|| {{c|TO THE SISTER OF CHARLES LAMB.}} {{block center/s|style=font-size:92%}}Comfort thee, O thou mourner! yet awhile Again shall Elia's smile Refresh thy heart, whose heart can ache no more. What is it we deplore? He leaves behind him, freed from grief and years, Far worthier things than tears, The love of friends without a single foe; Unequalled lot below! His gentle soul, his genius, these are thine; Shalt thou for these repine? He may have left the lowly walks of men; Left them he has: what then? {{nop}} {{block center/e}}