The final chapter of the _Memoir_ gives, briefly, some sentences from his last talks, and describes a peaceful and noble ending. He found his Christianity undisturbed by jarring of sects and creeds; but he said, "I dread the losing hold of forms. I have expressed this in my 'Akbar.'" The welfare of the British Empire, its expansion and its destiny, had been from the beginning and were to the end of his poetic career matters of intense pride and concern to him. When, in September 1892, he fell seriously ill, and Sir Andrew Clark arrived, the physician and the patient fell to discussing Gray's "Elegy"; and a few days later, being much worse, he sent for his Shakespeare, tried to read but had to let his son read for him. Next day he said: "'I want the blinds up, I want to see the sky and the light.' He repeated 'The sky and the light.' It was a glorious morning, and the warm sunshine was flooding the weald of Sussex and the line of South Downs, which were seen from his window." On the second day after this he passed away very quietly. The funeral service in Westminster Abbey, with its two anthems--"Crossing the Bar" and "The Silent Voices"--filling the long-drawn aisle and, rising to the fretted vault above the heads of a great congregation, will long be remembered by those who were present. "The tributes of sympathy," his son writes, "which we received from many countries and from all classes and creeds, were not only remarkable for their universality, but for their depth of feeling." To those who had so long lived with him, the loss of one whom they had tended for many years with devoted affection and reverence was indeed irreparable. Yet they had the consolation of knowing that his life had been on the whole happy and fortunate, marked by singularly few griefs or troubles; that he had proved himself a master of the high calling which he set before himself, and departed, full of honours, at the coming of the time when no man can work. A collection of letters that passed between the Queen and Tennyson, including two from Her Majesty to his son on receiving the news of Tennyson's death, is added to the _Memoir_; and the volume closes with "Recollections of the Poet," written at some length, by Lord Selborne, Jowett, John Tyndall, F. Myers, F. T. Palgrave, and the Duke of Argyll. These papers will be read, as they deserve to be, with attentive interest for their descriptions of the personal characteristics, recorded by those who knew him best, of a very remarkable man; they show also how his poems were conceived and elaborated, they trace his thoughts on high subjects, and they contain very ample dissertations on his poetry. They inevitably anticipate the work of the public reviewer, who cannot pretend to write with equal authority, while it is not his business to criticize the carefully composed opinions of others.