'The spirit of the Twenty-third
Psalm and the spirit of the Nineteenth Psalm should be united in
our lives,' Mr. Jowett said. Eventually, she asked him to do her
a singular favour. Would he, knowing what he did of her religious
views, come to London and administer to her the Holy Sacrament?
He did not hesitate, and afterwards declared that he would always
regard the occasion as a solemn event in his life. He was devoted
to her-- though the precise nature of his feelings towards her
never quite transpired. Her feelings towards him were more mixed.
At first, he was 'that great and good man'--'that true saint, Mr.
Jowett'; but, as time went on, some gall was mingled with the
balm; the acrimony of her nature asserted itself. She felt that
she gave more sympathy than she received; she was exhausted, and
she was annoyed by his conversation. Her tongue, one day, could
not refrain from shooting out at him: 'He comes to me, and he
talks to me,' she said, 'as if I were someone else.'
V
AT one time she had almost decided to end her life in retirement
as a patient at St. Thomas's Hospital. But partly owing to the
persuasions of Mr. Jowett, she changed her mind; for forty-five
years she remained in South Street; and in South Street she died.
As old age approached, though her influence with the official
world gradually diminished, her activities seemed to remain as
intense and widespread as before.
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