His health gave way during the Easter term of 1879; indeed for two years previously he had been troubled with dyspeptic symptoms, but had consulted no one on the subject. He left Cambridge as usual in June, hoping that he would quickly recover at Glenlair, but he grew worse instead. In October he was told by Dr. Sanders of Edinburgh that he had not a month to live. He returned to Cambridge in order to be under the care of Dr. Paget, who was able in some measure to relieve his most severe suffering but the disease, of which his mother had died at the same age, continued its progress, and he died on November 5th. His one care during his last illness was for those whom he left behind. Mrs. Maxwell was an invalid dependent on him for everything, and the thought of her helplessness was the one thing which in these last days troubled him. A funeral service took place in the chapel at Trinity College, and afterwards his remains were conveyed to Scotland and interred in the family burying-place at Corsock, Kirkcudbright. A memorial edition of his works was issued by the Cambridge University Press in 1890. A portrait by Lowes Dickinson hangs in the hall of Trinity College, and there is a bust by Boehm in the laboratory. After his death Mrs. Maxwell gave his scientific library to the Cavendish Laboratory, and on her death she left a sum of about £6,000 to found a scholarship in Physics, to be held at the laboratory. * * * * * The preceding pages contain some account of Clerk Maxwell’s life as a man of science. His character had other sides, and any life of him would be incomplete without some brief reference to these. His letters to his wife and to other intimate friends show throughout his life the depth of his religious convictions. The high purpose evidenced in the paper given to the present Dean of Canterbury when leaving Cambridge, animated him continually, and appears from time to time in his writings. The student’s evening hymn, composed in 1853 when still an undergraduate, expresses the same feelings-- Through the creatures Thou hast made Show the brightness of Thy glory, Be eternal truth displayed In their substance transitory, Till green earth and ocean hoary, Massy rock and tender blade, Tell the same unending story, “We are Truth in form arrayed.” Teach me so Thy works to read That my faith, new strength accruing, May from world to world proceed, Wisdom’s fruitful search pursuing, Till Thy breath my mind imbuing, I proclaim the eternal creed, Oft the glorious theme renewing, God our Lord is God indeed. His views on the relation of Science to Faith are given in his letter[47] to Bishop Ellicott already referred to--