The researches of Mr. Francis
Galton, on Visualisation, but the particulars are not now accessible.
[47] From Yule's verses on her grave.
[48] Lord Canning to Lady Clanricarde: Letter dated Barrackpoor, 19th Nov.
1861, 7 A.M., printed in Two Noble Lives, by A. J. C. Hare, and here
reproduced by Mr. Hare's permission.
[49] Lord Canning's letter to Lady Clanricarde. He gave to Yule Lady
Canning's own silver drinking-cup, which she had constantly used. It
is carefully treasured, with other Canning and Dalhousie relics, by
the present writer.
[50] Many years later Yule wrote of Lord Canning as follows: "He had his
defects, no doubt. He had not at first that entire grasp of the
situation that was wanted at such a time of crisis. But there is a
virtue which in these days seems unknown to Parliamentary statesmen in
England - Magnanimity. Lord Canning was an English statesman, and he
was surpassingly magnanimous. There is another virtue which in Holy
Writ is taken as the type and sum of all righteousness - Justice - and
he was eminently just. The misuse of special powers granted early in
the Mutiny called for Lord Canning's interference, and the consequence
was a flood of savage abuse; the violence and bitterness of which it
is now hard to realise." (Quarterly Review, April, 1883, p. 306.)
[51] During the next ten years Yule continued to visit London annually for
two or three months in the spring or early summer.
[52] Now in the writer's possession. They appear in the well-known
portrait of Lord Canning reading a despatch.
[53] Lord Canning's recommendation had been mislaid, and the India Office
was disposed to ignore it. It was Lord Canning's old friend and Eton
chum, Lord Granville, who obtained this tardy justice for Yule,
instigated thereto by that most faithful friend, Sir Roderick
Murchison.
[54] I cannot let the mention of this time of lonely sickness and trial
pass without recording here my deep gratitude to our dear and honoured
friend, John Ruskin. As my dear mother stood on the threshold between
life and death at Mornex that sad spring, he was untiring in all
kindly offices of friendship. It was her old friend, Principal A. J.
Scott (then eminent, now forgotten), who sent him to call. He came to
see us daily when possible, sometimes bringing MSS. of Rossetti and
others to read aloud (and who could equal his reading?), and when she
was too ill for this, or himself absent, he would send not only books
and flowers to brighten the bare rooms of the hillside inn (then very
primitive), but his own best treasures of Turner and W. Hunt, drawings
and illuminated missals. It was an anxious solace; and though most
gratefully enjoyed, these treasures were never long retained.
