All through his life he was a beacon and an incitement to those who wished to make a good use of their lives.  In him all men could see, whatever their opinions and however little they liked him, the simplicity and the truth of a self-denying life of suffering—­for he was never well—­of zealous hard work, unstinted, unrecompensed; of unabated lofty hopes for the great interests of the Church and the University; of deep unpretending matter-of-course godliness and goodness—­without “form or comeliness” to attract any but those who cared for them, for themselves alone.  It is almost a sacred duty to those who remember one who cared nothing for his own name or fame to recall what is the truth—­that no one did more to persuade those round him of the solid underground religious reality of the movement.  Mr. Thomas Mozley, among other generous notices of men whom the world and their contemporaries have forgotten, has said what is not more than justice.[36] Speaking of the enthusiasm of the movement, and the spirit of its members, “There had never been seen at Oxford, indeed seldom anywhere, so large and noble a sacrifice of the most precious gifts and powers to a sacred cause,” he points out what each of the leaders gave to it:  “Charles Marriott threw in his scholarship and something more, for he might have been a philosopher, and he had poetry in his veins, being the son of the well-known author of the ‘Devonshire Lane.’  No one sacrificed himself so entirely to the cause, giving to it all that he had and all that he was, as Charles Marriott.  He did not gather large congregations; he did not write works of genius to spread his name over the land, and to all time; he had few of the pleasures or even of the comforts that spontaneously offer themselves in any field of enterprise.  He laboured day and night in the search and defence of Divine Truth.  His admirers were not the thousands, but the scholars who could really appreciate.  I confess to have been a little ashamed of myself when Bishop Burgess asked me about Charles Marriott, as one of the most eminent scholars of the day.  Through sheer ignorance I had failed in adequate appreciation.”  In his later years he became a member of the new Hebdomadal Council at Oxford, and took considerable part in working the new constitution of the University.  In an epidemic of smallpox at Oxford in 1854, he took his full share in looking after the sick, and caught the disorder; but he recovered.  At length, in the midst of troublesome work and many anxieties, his life of toil was arrested by a severe paralytic seizure, 29th June 1855.  He partially rallied, and survived for some time longer; but his labours were ended.  He died at Bradfield, 25th September 1858.  He was worn out by variety and pressure of unintermitted labour, which he would scarcely allow any change or holiday to relieve.  Exhaustion made illness, when it came, fatal.

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