From Hallam Tennyson's account of his father's last days: 'On Sept. 3rd [1892] he complained of weakness and of pain in his jaw [...] 'On Wednesday the 29th we telegraphed for Sir Andrew Clark [?physician] [...] 'He read Job, and St Matthew, and Miss Swanwick's new book on Poets as the Interpreters of the Age. Sir Andrew arrived, and did not think so badly of him as I did. He and my father fell to discussing Gray's "Elegy" [...] 'On Friday my wife read him an article in the Times on the colonization of Uganda, for which he asked [...] 'On Monday morning at eight o'clock he sent me for his Shakespeare. I took him Steevens's edition, Lear, Cymbeline, and Troilus and Cressida, three plays which he loved dearly. 'He read two or three lines, and told Dr Dabbs that he should never get well again. We asked him later whether he felt better: he answered, "The doctor says I am." At his request I read some Shakespeare to him'.