Identifier: robertbuchananso00jayh (find matches)
Title: Robert Buchanan; some account of his life, his life's work, and his literary friendships
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Jay, Harriett, 1857-1932
Subjects: Buchanan, Robert Williams, 1841-1901
Publisher: London : T. F. Unwin
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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yclestogether. After a ride in Regents Park, which lasted closeupon two hours, we returned home. He partook ofa hearty lunch, and then fell asleep in an easy chairbeside the fire. He awoke refreshed, and after hehad drunk a cup of tea and had written some half-dozen letters, proposed that we should cycle again. I should like to have a good spin down RegentStreet, he said. Those were the last words he everspoke, for five minutes later the cruel stroke haddescended upon him which rendered him helpless asa little child. For eight months, passed in the endurance of muchpain, his life was spared. On the morning of the10th of June, 1901, he passed away in blessedunconsciousness, in the sixtieth year of his age. At the Graveside. By Henry Murray. As the train winds swiftly from the turmoil andclangour of Liverpool Street, through the bustlingcity and the squalid suburbs, making its way at lastinto the fresh open country, where the golden glintof the gorse and the ruddy splendour of the poppy
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