From Cowley Mr. Beale was sent to the Society’s Mission in Bombay. He was much beloved and looked up to by those among whom he worked. At the time of his death (which occurred after a very short illness) he was engaged to read a paper at the coming Diocesan Conference on ‘The Necessity of Faith in the Church as the Fullest Possible Manifestation of the Life of God in Creation.’ His funeral was attended by a crowd of the poorest poor.
The following lines in her brother Edward’s handwriting, found among Miss Beale’s papers, seem to be undoubtedly original, and to tell the history of his consecrated life:—
INDIA—WRITTEN IN ILLNESS, 1884.
Once I was wont to prize
Glance from approving eyes,
And sun myself too fondly in their light.
Too eager to entwine
The flowers about Love’s shrine
With pulses throbbing with a wild delight.
And one who loved me said,