It was so like Stanley.

I do not wonder that everybody loved him.

We then drove to the tomb of Dr.Edward Robinson and the Dean said to us: "In all my travels in Palestine I carried Dr.
Robinson's volume, 'Biblical Researches,' with me on horseback or on my camel; it was my constant guide book." Three years afterward, on my arrival in London, from Palestine I learned that Stanley was dangerously ill.

On the door of the Deanery a bulletin was posted: "The Dean is sinking." That night the good, great man, died.
On the 25th of July the august funeral service took place in Westminster Abbey.

Outside the Abbey thousands of people were assembled, for the Dean was loved by all London.