The Life and Death of Llewellynn Jewitt, With Mem. of Some of His Friends, Especially of S.c. Hall

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1889. Excerpt: ... HILE I have been penning the foregoing general notes as a conclusion to this book, another lamentable death has occurred, furnishing yet another, and, I trust, final note. On the third of this month of January, 1889, died James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps, F.R.S., etc., at his residence in Brighton. He was an old and beloved, and loving friend of Llewellynn Jewitt, and has already been mentioned in this book; but, knowing little of him, I did not think of writing a notice of his death until induced to do so by the receipt this morning--January 22nd, 1889--of the following interesting extract from the Sussex Daily Neivs of the fourth of this month: "death Of Mr. J. O. Halliwell-phillipps. "We have this morning an announcement to make which will call forth expressions of regret, and sympathy, not in Brighton only, but wherever the language of England's--of the world's--Imperial Poet is spoken. James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps, F.R.S., died yesterday afternoon at Hollingbury Copse, Ditchling Road, Brighton. And thus passes away probably the greatest Shakespearean authority the world has ever seen; and Brighton has lost for ever the kindly, diffident, earnest personality of a student who enjoyed a European reputation. For the reverence of Mr. Halliwell-Phillipps for the works of the immortal poet was not the blind unpractical reverence of the enthusiast who merely bows in silent adoration before the mind which he recognises to be so immeasurably greater than his own. It was surely this; but it was something more than this. Every Shakespearean student knows that the admiration of the quiet retiring recluse of Hollingbury Copse for the poet, whose works were not for a season but for all time, was boundless. But it was neither a selfish nor an egotistical admir...