"
Carlyle's paper reads like a solemn and touching funeral oration to
the uncovered mourners as they stand round the grave before it is
closed:--
"A very beautiful soul has suddenly been summoned from among us; one
of the clearest intellects, and most aerial activities in England,
has unexpectedly been called away. Charles Buller died on Wednesday
morning last, without previous sickness, reckoned of importance, till
a day or two before. An event of unmixed sadness, which has created a
just sorrow, private and public. The light of many a social circle
is dimmer henceforth, and will miss long a presence which was always
gladdening and beneficent; in the coming storms of political trouble,
which heap themselves more and more in ominous clouds on our horizon,
one radiant element is to be wanting now.
"Mr. Buller was in his forty-third year, and had sat in Parliament
some twenty of those. A man long kept under by the peculiarities of
his endowment and position, but rising rapidly into importance of late
years; beginning to reap the fruits of long patience, and to see an
ever wider field open round him.
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