It is enough to say that everything which could be done by the Mayor and Corporation and inhabitants of the town to declare their loss and emphasise their respect was done. More than one Bishop and over a hundred clergy walked in the ranks of the mourners. All testified as with one voice: “A prince and a great man is fallen this day in Israel.” His mortal remains were laid beside those of his beloved wife, and he who in those thirty-one years of bereavement used sometimes to say, “In spirit we have never been parted,” was now in spirit reunited to her, and that for ever. * * * * * A little book published at this time {268} contains in full all that was said and done with reference to him who had passed away. There are to be found in it the funeral sermons preached all over the town, in church and chapel alike, as well as sketches of his character and career in their special bearing upon the town, whose particular reputation had been so much formed by him. It is a touching tribute of affection and respect, and is well worthy of perusal. Hundreds of letters poured in upon the bereaved family, from all parts of England, and indeed from the ends of the earth. Extracts from these interesting tributes of affection would form of themselves a volume; it is therefore impossible to give them to the reader, but all testified with one voice to the esteem and admiration in which he was held by those who differed from him, and to the warm love and devotion which he inspired in all who knew him, and whom he had guided into the ways of peace. One expression may be mentioned which was overheard in the conversation of two gentlemen on the day of the funeral (one of them a man of light and leading in the world). Said the first, “We ne’er shall look upon his like again,” to which the other made reply, “Did we ever see his like before?” The beautiful letters which follow, written on the day of Canon Hoare’s death, speak for themselves:— “LAMBETH PALACE, S.E., _July_ 7_th_, 1894. “MY DEAR MISS HOARE,—One word only of intense sympathy; but intense in something which swallows up sorrow. “No one will ever have looked more joyfully on the face of Christ in Paradise. “Sincerely yours, “E. W. CANTUAR.” * * * * * “LAMBETH PALACE, S.E., _July_ 7_th_. “MY DEAR MISS HOARE,—The news has this moment reached us, and I cannot resist sending you one word of deepest sympathy. I know the Archbishop will write for himself, but the thought of the beauty into which that holy and beautiful spirit has entered lives in one so, and in spite of all your personal sorrow and loss I cannot help feeling that you are living in that thought now.