"It was so worn out (says Miss Gordon) that he gave
it to me. Hearing that the Queen would like to see it, I forwarded it to
Windsor Castle." And this Bible is now placed in an enamel and crystal
case called "The St. George's Casket," where it now lies open on a white
satin cushion, with a marble bust of General Gordon on a pedestal beside
it.

Her Majesty writes:--

"WINDSOR CASTLE,
"MARCH 16TH, 1885.

"DEAR MISS GORDON,--It is most kind and good of you to give me this
precious Bible, and I only hope that you are not depriving yourself
and family of such a treasure, if you have no other. May I ask you,
during how many years your dear, heroic brother had it with him? I
shall have a case made for it with an inscription, and place it in the
library here, with your letter and the touching extract from his last
to you. I have ordered, as you know, a Marble Bust of your Dear
Brother to be placed in the corridor here, where so many busts and
pictures of our greatest Generals, and Statesmen are, and hope that
you will see it before it is finished, to give your opinion as to the
likeness.--Believe me always yours very sincerely,

"VICTORIA R.I."

A most touching and I think true epitaph has been written in Greek and
translated by Professor Jebb, of the University of Glasgow touching the
death of General Gordon:--

"Leaving a perpetual remembrance, thou art gone; in thy death thou
wert even such as in thy life; wealth to the poor, hope to the
desponding, support to the weak. Thou couldst meet desperate troubles
with a spirit that knew not despair, and breathe might into the
trembling. The Lord of China owes thee thanks for thy benefits; the
throne of his ancient kingdom hath not been cast down. And where the
Nile unites the divided strength of his streams, a city saw thee long-
suffering. A multitude dwelt therein, but thine alone was the valour
that guarded it through all that year, when by day and by night thou
didst keep watch against the host of the Arabians, who went around it
to devour it, with spears thirsting for blood. Thy death was not
wrought by the God of war, but by the frailties of thy friends. For
thy country and for all men God blessed the work of thy hand. Hail,
stainless warrior! hail, thrice victorious hero! Thou livest and
shalt teach aftertimes to reverence the council of the Everlasting
Father."