The house, with its few well tilled acres, was to go to the ward for the use of any worthy poor whom the Bishop might designate.
Everything in the house should be at the disposal of Dorian Trent.

The books, especially, should belong to him "to have and to hold and to study." Such books which Dorian did not wish to keep were to be given to the ward Mutual Improvement Library.

This information the Bishop publicly imparted on the day of the funeral.
"These are the times," said the Bishop, "when the truth comes forcibly to us all that nothing in this world matters much or counts for much in the end but good deeds, kind words, and unselfish service to others.

All else is now dross....

The mantle of Brother Zed seems to have fallen on Dorian Trent.