always be honoured by Orientalists. A memorial of
him--the Arbuthnot Institute--was opened at Shamley Green on 31st May
1905.

Mr. Ashbee died in 1900, Dr. F. J. Steingass in January, 1903.

After Burton's death, Mr. Letchford went to Bohemia as the guest of the
Prince of Thurn and Taxis. At Vienna his next resort, he painted many
beautiful pictures, one of the best being founded on Edgar Allen Poe's
poem, "Silence." Finally he went to Naples, where he produced the series
of pictures that has given him immortality--the illustrations to The
Arabian Nights. Then followed days of darkness and trouble, but he was
always courageous. "He felt that what he had striven for so long was
now within his reach; he had the presentiment that he was about to take
those flights of art which are permitted to very few." His portrait of
the son of Sir William Wollcock is a work of genius.

In July 1905, hearing that Mr. Letchford was ill, I wrote to his sister,
Daisy, [699] who lived with him. The letter was received, and Mr.
Letchford intended replying to it himself. "He was only waiting to feel
a little stronger," wrote Miss Letchford, "he never thought the end
was near. On Monday morning of the 24th of July he still kept making
wonderful plans for the future. He had the room in which he spent his
last hours crowded with flowers, and as he felt his powers failing him
he recited Swinburne's beautiful poem, 'The Garden of Proserpine':

"Though one were fair as roses
His beauty clouds and closes."

"Suddenly he lost consciousness, and he awoke from his comatose state
only to repeat the identical words which were Sir Richard Burton's
last--'I am dying--I am dead.' His beautiful soul had left this world
for ever, for it was indeed a beautiful soul." [700]

Major Edward Burton, Sir Richard's brother, died 31st October
1895--after his terrible silence of nearly forty years. He was never
married. Miss Stisted died in 1904. So of Burton's parents there are
now no descendants. Within fifteen years of his death, the family was
extinct.

Of the friends and intimate acquaintances of Burton who still survive
we must first mention Mr. A. C. Swinburne, Mr. Watts-Dunton and Mr. John
Payne. Mr. Swinburne has, year after year, it is scarcely necessary to
say, added to his fame, and all Englishmen are proud of his genius. The
Definitive Edition of his works has delighted all his admirers; and just
as we are going to press everyone is reading