"We had come to the words 'I believe in the resurrection of the
dead, and the life of the world to come.' For the moment, strength
seemed to have returned and my pen could scarce keep pace with his
thoughts, so rapid and so earnest were they. But the end was closer
even than I had supposed, for just as we reached the word 'life,'
the light suddenly failed from his face and he fell back. He smiled
once, and whispered that word Life, and I saw that his soul had
departed.
"In fulfilment of his last wishes I made diligent search for the
remaining portions of this his work, but failed to find them, and
can only suppose that they have been heedlessly destroyed. It would
scarce have seemed right to imprint so small a fragment, and so I
have deemed it wise to place it, with this narrative of its
history, in the cathedral library.
"Ere I close this narrative I must record certain strange passages
which came under my notice and which are vouched for by Gregory
Jowett, who likewise beheld them. They happened in this wise. On
the year after Master Jenkins's death, on the same date and about
the same hour, we were passing through the cathedral, having come
from a practice of the singers, and Master Jowett remembered some
music he had left by the side of the organ.
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