Winter is not leaving us without claiming its full complement of deaths. During the past few days three people have pass: ed away who in'their various walks of life ive done something for which we owe them a debt of gratitude. Miss Charlotte Yonge, the authoress of "The Daisy Chain," "The Heir of Redclyffe" and some 120 other books, died last Sunday at the somewhat advanced age of seventy-eight. She may be said to have belonged to a past generation, but her works are still read and loved, and it is pleasing to know how much good she did with the money earned by her literary efforts. The two thousand pounds profits of " The Daisy Chain" were used to build a missionary college at Auckland, and with the proceeds of the sale of "The Heir of Redelyffe," she purchased a schooner called "The Southern Cross" which she presented to Bishop Selwyn for use in the Melanesian Mission. Sir John iner, whose death occurred on the same day, was perhaps our greatest composer of Church music. He likewise occupied that important post of organist to St. Pauls'
bedral for many years, eventually reigning only on account of exe trouble, after which he was appointed Professor of music at Oxford, a post which he held up to the time of his death. The third loss to be chronicled is that of Mr. D'Oyly Carte, founder and proprietor of the Savoy Theatre. Though junior to Sir John Stainer by nearly ten years, Mr. Carte had been an invalid for so' many ye: that his death caused far less surprise. The i friend Sir Arthur Sulliva w go proved fa terrible shock to him; from it he practically never rallied. For years Mrs. Carte wed the whole of the Savoy"'s theatrical business, so that change need now be anticipated, but it is sad to think that of the illustrious trio to whom English opera was so dear, but one remains, Mr. W. S. Gilbert, who himself is said to be in somewhat frail health.
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