"Write it quickly," bade the dying man.

"It is finished now," said the little scribe at last.

"You speak truth," said the master; "all is finished now." Placed upon the pavement, his head supported in his scholar's arms, his face turned to the spot where he was wont to pray, Baeda chanted the solemn "Glory to God." As his voice reached the close of his song he passed quietly away.
[Sidenote: Fall of AEthelbald] First among English scholars, first among English theologians, first among English historians, it is in the monk of Jarrow that English literature strikes its roots.

In the six hundred scholars who gathered round him for instruction he is the father of our national education.

In his physical treatises he is the first figure to which our science looks back.