The Archbishop of Canterbury was by his side, with all the comforts of the church.

Nor did the holy words fall upon a rebellious spirit; for many years his Majesty had been a devout believer.

"When I was a young man," he once explained at a public banquet, "as well as I can remember, I believed in nothing but pleasure and folly--nothing at all.

But when I went to sea, got into a gale, and saw the wonders of the mighty deep, then I believed; and I have been a sincere Christian ever since." It was the anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo, and the dying man remembered it.

He should be glad to live, he said, over that day; he would never see another sunset.