The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-03-26

lacked kuONlpuEo OF uerScils rum
| the year 1858 to the year 1878, while shell
tered by his love and encouraged by his
sympathy, she produced those marvellous
| books which have made her name i'm
mortal. How the grand passages confront
us on every page! Listen, ye who call
| her skeptic; For everything else comes
| to an end and when we die we leave all.
but God lasts when everything else is
gone" and again by desiring what is
perfectly good, even when wc don't quite
know what 1t Is, and can not do what we
would we are part OF the divine power
against evil" Men still yearn for the
reign of peace and righteousness, stu
own that life to be the highest. which is
conscious voluntary sacrifice. Passage
after passage might be quoted, showing
her wonderful power OF penetrating into
the inmost feelings OF the human heart;
her deep lessons OF duty and self-sacrliicei
yea. her lessons of faith in divine Provi-
dence. for she has taught to others what
she herself, could not accept. Her liter
airy style has been aptly compared to a
Virginia fence, between whose rails peep
Wild roses and morning Slories.
In November, 1878, she was called upon
again to endure tho "unspeakabie grief OF
a last parting" Mr.. Lewes died Riter
short illness. In their union had been re-
allied her ideal of what two human souls
should be to each other For twenty ,hve
wears they had strengthened each other
, in all labor had rested on each other IN
| ALI sorrow, had mnlstered to each other
| In all pain and now they were at one
| with each other In silent, unspeakabie
memories at the moment OF the last part
| mig.
After his death her pen seems to have
| lost it's cunning. For weeks afterward she
saw no one save her stepson Mr.. Charles
| Lewes and very few other persons
| whom business matters compelled her to
| receive. The only entry in her diary tor
to-. I IA nd
| sit" She neither read letters nor wrote
TO her friends, but busted herself with Mr..
! Lewes' MSS Later In the season she
wrote: THE worlds winter is going, but
| my everlasting winter has set In Then
| again. For twenty five years l have been
used to find my happiness In his. | can
| find il nowhere else. But we can live and
! he helpful without happiness, and al haye
| had more than myriads who we're and are
better fitted for It,"
AS the year went on she began to see
her old friends again. She felt bitterly
The need OF companionship IN little
over a year after Mir. Lewes' death the
literary world was filled with consternn-
! ton by the announcement OF her marriage
! to Mr. j. w Cross an old and tried friend
| OF her first husband and man many
| wears her Junior. She writes thus to a
friend: II am going to do what not very
| long ago / should, myself, have pro-
| noupced impossible for me, and therefore
| | should not wonder at any one else who
fol nd my action incomprehensibie. TO
many this marriage has proved even more
| of n problem, than her FIRST. but TO those
| who look deep into her nature the motive
Ia plain. The ceremony was performed
| in every particular according TO es-
tabished ritual. thus generating her for
ever in the eyes Of the world from any
! willful disregard of established customs ~
her FIRST marriage After trip to the
continent, Mr. and Mrs. Cross settled In
London, al Mr.. Cross home
On Saturday. December is, 1880, they at
tended concert at st. James hall. II was
bitterly cold day. The room was over
heated. A heavy fur cloak which GepIge
Eliot wore slipped from her shoulders. Be
,ng ALWAYS sensitive to cold, the result was
a slight throat trouble. On the following
Monday a physician WAS called In, who
pronounced the disease laryngeal sore
throat. on Wednesday the perieardium
was found 10 be affected and on Thurs
day her spirit took its flight to "join the
choir Invisible. whose music is the glad
| ness Of the world" Mariners Oh the coast
| az Brittany claim that at times they can
hear. rising above the roar OF the pillows,
the bells OF cities buried there centuries
ago. Amid snow and ice. on bitterly cold
day, George Eliot Was laid to rest by the
} side OF Mr.. Lewes in Higngate cemetery
but. like tho bells OF the buried Cities the
music OF her life and work can never be
silenced. When tho most firm monuments
} OF man shall have yielded to the ceaseless
battery OF the years, her name VIII sun
, life. fresh in eternal youth and radiant
with Immortality.
, Az The traveller enters the famous old
, burying ground and wsndcrs amid the
> tombs OF England's ilustrious dead, he
g presently comes upon plain granite col
J umn. upon which is carved, In small let
( tors, the following inscription; "Of those
immortal dead who 1.-Two again In MINDS
{, made better by their presence"