My Ladys pheasants and port wine mostly went in that way, as they had done in the late Lords time. It was he who had first taught her how sublime a thing is charity, 1880. ...the Doctor was a radical and of an irreverent turn of mind; but he knew that the grand equipage would first stop at the almshouses and then at the hospital, and was carrying that which is better than drugs for the poor and the sick, whose chief ailment is want. My Ladys pheasants and port wine mostly went that way, as they had done in the late Lords time. It was he who had first taught her how sublime a thing is charity, and she had got the lesson long ago by heart. It might have seemed to those around her as though her good deeds ended there, but many far away could have told a different story. Poet and artist, soldier and priest, all the aged and the helpless of whom she knew, whosoever was in necessity, or tribulation felt her silent bounty, seldom knowing whence it came. Thus, at last, there grew about her a kind of sanctity, which became more resplendent and far shining with years; while that virtue and goodness which at first appeared but as a beacon on a mountain or an ensign on a hill, gleamed high over the stormy sea of life, bright as the loadstar. From "Illustrated London News", 1880.