The day Samuel Hamilton died.
"He saw old Samuel against the sky, his white hair shining like starlight"
And today Samuel Hamilton died. Samuel was of Irish stock, and worked barren land for all his long life. But he was of such richness of character, and such weightyness that he is for me a icon - in the full sense of that word. A representation of an ideal, and perhaps of God. And today, on this beautiful autumn day he died, as I knew he would, but I had to stop and savour one of those characters who will dwell in me.
"I have noticed that there is no disatisfaction like that of the rich. Feed a man, clothe him, put him in a good house, and he will die of despair"
