A more orthodox minister has not maintained the faith once delivered to the saints in our time than he for whom Brooklyn's flags were all hung at half-mast on the day of his death.
All the world knew that Richard S.Storrs possessed wonderful brain power, culture and scholarship; but only those who were closest to him knew what a big loving heart he had.

Some of the sweetest and tenderest private letters that I ever received came from his ready pen.

I was looking over some of them lately; they are still as fragrant as if preserved in lavender.

His heart was a very pure fountain of noble thought, and of sweet, unselfish affection.
He died at the right time; his great work was complete; he did not linger on to outlive himself.

The beloved wife of his home on earth had gone on before; he felt lonesome without her, and grew homesick for heaven.