[54] I cannot let the mention of this time of lonely sickness and trial
    pass without recording here my deep gratitude to our dear and honoured
    friend, John Ruskin.  As my dear mother stood on the threshold between
    life and death at Mornex that sad spring, he was untiring in all
    kindly offices of friendship.  It was her old friend, Principal A. J.
    Scott (then eminent, now forgotten), who sent him to call.  He came to
    see us daily when possible, sometimes bringing MSS. of Rossetti and
    others to read aloud (and who could equal his reading?), and when she
    was too ill for this, or himself absent, he would send not only books
    and flowers to brighten the bare rooms of the hillside inn (then very
    primitive), but his own best treasures of Turner and W. Hunt, drawings
    and illuminated missals.  It was an anxious solace; and though most
    gratefully enjoyed, these treasures were never long retained.

[55] Villa Mansi, nearly opposite the old Ducal Palace.  With its private
    chapel, it formed three sides of a small place or court.

[56] He also at all times spared no pains to enforce that ideal on other
    index-makers, who were not always grateful for his sound doctrine!

[57] He saw a good deal of the outbreak when taking small comforts to a
    friend, the Commandent of the Military School, who was captured and
    imprisioned by the insurgents.

[58] After 1869 he discontinued sea-bathing.

[59] This was Yule’s first geographical honour, but he had been elected
    into the Athenaeum Club, under “Rule II.,” in January, 1867.

[60] Garnier took a distinguished part in the Defence of Paris in 1870-71,
    after which he resumed his naval service in the East, where he was
    killed in action.  His last letter to Yule contained the simple
    announcement “J’ai pris Hanoi” a modest terseness of statement
    worthy of the best naval traditions.

[61] One year the present writer, at her mother’s desire, induced him to
    take walks of 10 to 12 miles with her, but interesting and lovely as
    the scenery was, he soon wearied for his writing-table (even bringing
    his work with him), and thus little permanent good was effected.  And
    it was just the same afterwards in Scotland, where an old Highland
    gillie, describing his experience of the Yule brothers, said:  “I was
    liking to take out Sir George, for he takes the time to enjoy the
    hills, but (plaintively), the Kornel is no good, for he’s just as
    restless as a water-wagtail!” If there be any mal de l’ecritoire
    corresponding to mal du pays, Yule certainly had it.

[62] The Russian Government in 1873 paid the same work the very practical
    compliment of circulating it largely amongst their officers in Central
    Asia.