The occasional visits that I received from your late brother showed me a side of his nature which to my mind was more interesting and more worthy of remembrance even than his wonderful and delightful humour—­I mean his intense sympathy with all who suffer and are in need.

He came to see me several times on sundry errands of mercy, and it has been a lesson to me through life to remember his zeal to help others in difficulty, his boundless generosity, and his inexhaustible patience with folly and error.

My young daughter, like all young people in civilised countries, was brought up on his beautiful fancies and humours.  But for my part I remember him mainly as a sort of missionary to all in need.  We all alike grieve, and offer you our heartfelt sympathy.

    I am, faithfully yours,

    Frederic Harrison.

His old friend and tutor.  Dr. Price, writes:—­

...  I feel his removal from among us as the loss of an old and dear friend and pupil, to whom I have been most warmly attached ever since he was with me at Whitby, reading mathematics, in, I think, 1853—­44 years ago!  And 44 years of uninterrupted friendship ....  I was pleased to read yesterday in The Times newspaper the kindly obituary notice:  perfectly just and true; appreciative, as it should be, as to the unusual combination of deep mathematical ability and taste with the genius that led to the writing of “Alice’s Adventures.”

Only the other day [writes a lady friend] he wrote to me about his admiration for my dear husband, and he ended his letter thus:  “I trust that when my time comes, I may be found, like him, working to the last, and ready for the Master’s call”—­and truly so he was.

A friend at Oxford writes:—­

Mr. Dodgson was ever the kindest and gentlest of friends, bringing sunshine into the house with him.  We shall mourn his loss deeply, and my two girls are quite overcome with grief.  All day memories of countless acts of kindness shown to me, and to people I have known, have crowded my mind, and I feel it almost impossible to realise that he has passed beyond the reach of our gratitude and affection.

The following are extracts from letters written by some of his “child-friends,” now grown up:—­

How beautiful to think of the track of light and love he has left behind him, and the amount of happiness he brought into the lives of all those he came in contact with!  I shall never forget all his kindness to us, from the time he first met us as little mites in the railway train, and one feels glad to have had the privilege of knowing him.

One of Mr. Dodgson’s oldest “child-friends” writes:—­

He was to me a dear and true friend, and it has been my great privilege to see a good deal of him ever since I was a tiny child, and especially during the last two years.  I cannot tell you how much we shall miss him here.  Ch.  Ch. without Mr. Dodgson will be a strange place, and it is difficult to realise it even while we listen to the special solemn anthems and hymns to his memory in our cathedral.

One who had visited him at Guildford, writes:—­