room in the cemetery [a “chapelle ardente”] consecrated (with windows and doors on the ground floor) above ground where I can go and sit with him every day.  He had three church services performed over him, and 1,100 masses said for the repose of his soul.”  “For the man,” commented the profane, “who, in his own words, ’protested against the whole business,’ perhaps 1,100 masses would not have been enough.”  In an oration delivered in the Diet of Trieste, Dr. Cambon called him an intrepid explorer, a gallant soldier, an honour to the town of Trieste.”  The whole press of the world rang with his praises.  The noble tribute paid to his memory by Algernon C. Swinburne has often been quoted: 

   “While England sees not her old praise dim,
    While still her stars through the world’s night swim,
      A fame outshining her Raleigh’s fame,
    A light that lightens her loud sea’s rim: 
    Shall shine and sound as her sons proclaim
    The pride that kindles at Burton’s name,
      And joy shall exalt their pride to be
    The same in birth if in soul the same."[FN#640]

“Our affairs,” Lady Burton tells Lady Stisted, in a heartrending letter,[FN#641] “are so numerous and we belonged to so many things that I have not strength enough to get them carried out before eight weeks, and I could not bear to arrive in Xmas holidays, but immediately after they are over, early January, I shall arrive, if I live, and pass through Folkestone on my way to Mortlake with the dear remains to make a tomb there for us two; and you must let me know whether you wish to see me or not.

“I wish to go into a convent for a spiritual retreat for fifteen days, and after that I should like to live very quietly in a retired way in London till God show me what I am to do or, as I hope, will take me also; and this my belief that I shall go in a few months is my only consolation.  As to me, I do not know how anyone can suffer so much and live.  While all around me had to go to bed ill, I have had a supernatural strength of soul and body, and have never lost my head for one moment, but I cannot cry a tear.  My throat is closed, and I sometime cannot swallow.  My heart swelled to bursting.  It must go snap soon, I think.  I have not forgotten you, and what it means to you who loved each other so much.  I shall save many little treasures for you.  His and your father’s watch, &c.  There are hundreds of telegrams and letters and cards by every post from all parts of the world, and the newspapers are full.  The whole civilized world ringing with his praise, and appreciative of his merits—­every one deeming it an honour to have known him.  Now it will be felt what we have lost.  I shall pass the remainder of my short time in writing his life and you must help me.  Best love to dearest Georgy.  I will write to her.  Your affectionate and desolate Isabel.”

To Mr. Arbuthnot, Lady Burton also wrote a very long and pitiful letter.[FN#642] As it records in other words much that has already been mentioned we will quote only a few sentences.