"When we broke up our home at Tattingstone in October 1860, Arthur went up to Trinity College, Cambridge, and our great uncle Henry Venn Elliott undertook to introduce him, with his own son Julius, to friends there" *Memoirs of Emily Elliott p28.

"In August [1869] we heard of the sudden death of my cousin Julius Elliott, killed whilst ascending the Shackhorn. It is said that he fell 2000 ft.; and his spirit must have returned unto Him who gave it ere he touched the deep bed of snow, in which after three days' search his body was found: no bone broken - not even a little bottle of glycerine in his pocket. He was 27, a member of the Alpine Club, and had but recently taken his late Father, Mr. Henry Venn Elliott's, post at St. Mary's Church, Brighton. After a parting prayer with his Scripture reader before he left Britain for his usual summer ramble on the Alps, Julius said to this man "There is one prayer in our Litany that I can never offer 'from sudden death Good Lord deliver us', for I always think how happy it would be to die thus." Strangely prophetic words. His body was laid by loving ones summoned from England, in Grindelwald churchyard; and the grave, and adjoining marble slab with a beautiful inscription in German on the church wall, are well known to travellers. Strange that he should lie so near to his very dear College friend, & cousin, my brother Arthur, whom we laid to rest 7 years before at G'Steig, near Interlaken, as before mentioned." *Memoirs of Emily Elliott pp55-56.



"Henry O'Rorke spent the winter in Italy travelling about with his friends, Mr. Laurence of Beddington and his son, the Rev. Percival Laurence. He returned to England in the early spring, and on April 20th, 1865, there was a double wedding from Beckenham Rectory, when Lucy Marshall was married to Henry O'Rorke, and at the same time Agnes, her youngest sister, Catherine Marsh's much loved niece, was married to Robert Macleod Hawkins, who had been ordained and was working with Mr. Chalmers.
Henry O' Rorke was going to St . Mary's Church , Brighton, which was to be held in charge for Julius Elliott, the youngest son of the late Incumbent, the well-known
preacher, Henry Venn Elliott, who though he had only once met Henry O'Rorke, sent the request when he was dying, that he would come to St. Mary's, and be a friend
to his son. Julius Elliott was dear to Catherine Marsh, she had many friends in Brighton and interests there, and as it was easy of access from Beckenham it helped to
lessen the trial of beginning life, for the first time, in a home without her father." The Life and Friendships of Catherine Marsh (1917) by L. O'Rorke, pp219-220



"The Brighton time drew to a close before their third year was quite completed. Julius Elliott, now in full orders, had come to take his father's place in St. Mary's
Church, but he asked Henry O'Rorke to stay on with him, and for a few months they worked together as an elder and younger brother would ; and Julius often sought
counsel of her whom he called his " mother friend." He had never known his own mother, as she died when he was an infant. Their letters show the fellowship of heart thatunited them.

C. M. to Julius Elliott:
"Your letter filled my heart with thanksgiving to our God. This is your first Sunday in your new sphere of duty. [Footnote: His first Rector was the Rev. Ashton Oxenden, afterwards Bishop of Montreal.] I am praying you may be kept very close to our Blessed Saviour, and daily and hourly have more of Him in your heart, on your lips, and in your life, and set the Lord always before you, and because He is at your right hand you shall not be moved.
"Not be moved from trust in the finished work of Christ alone for salvation, nor from dependence upon the guidance of God the Holy Spirit by His Word.
"Not be moved from the simplicity of Gospel statement, and of Evangelical practice and customs.
"Not be moved from the strength of Protestant feeling vitally important at the present time when the Papal encroachment is coming on like a cyclone wave, and
England is throwing down her sea-wall in the face of it.
"Do tell me what you have to do directly for souls face to face with them in sick- visiting, cottage readings, and prayer meetings, as well as your regular services."

Julius Elliott to C. M.:
"A thousand thanks for your lovely long letter. Did you ever feel when you wished to speak most warmly your words were coldest? I am feeling that sadly. Putting myself in the place of my audience, I could hardly believe that I cared for, or knew anything about those glorious truths which are everything to me.
"Could I not come to hear you address the 200 soldiers and their wives? I would sit 'in the dark,' or do anything else that might seem desirable, I want you to tell
me how you speak. May you be the means of bringing about our Lord's coming into many hearts."

C. M. to Julius Elliott:
"Easter Monday, 1865. Amidst the sorrowful memories of past Easter Days and amidst the rising hope of the nearing of the Great Easter Day one prayer above all
others fills my soul 'that I may know Jesus and the power of His Resurrection' above and beyond (unutterably) all I have ever yet known of Him or of that power. Let us ask that 'the spirit of Him who raised up Jesus from the dead ' may raise us up afresh to walk with Him in newness of Life. What fresh baptism of the Holy Ghost one needs day by day and hour by hour. Let us think that hour wasted (comparatively) in which we have not sought and found a draught of the Living Water (a drop, at all events).
"My blessed father used to say : 'Seek to do every act of service for your Master under a fresh, constraining sense of His Love.' And oh, for a lift up to a higher level higher and higher still where we may walk in closer 'Fellowship with the Father and with His Son, Jesus Christ,' and see through clearer air, the Face of the ' Altogether Lovely.'"

Julius Elliott to C. M.:
"It is Sunday night, I have been preaching from Romans X. 21: 'All day long I have stretched forth My Hands unto a disobedient and gainsaying people.' And knowing that what was written of the Jews, is also true of us, I rejoiced to throw myself afresh, and I begged my fellow-sinners to do the same into those loving outstretched Arms, and I loved to feel them folding me to His Heart, and cherishing me, I loved to feel them above me, sheltering me from all danger, I loved to feel the everlasting Arms underneath me, to support me under all trials.
"And when I had done preaching, it seemed to me as if I had told them nothing of God's love, so that I could find no comfort till I prayed your prayer, (do you remember
teaching it to me) : 'Blot out my blunders,' so you will see you have been with me today, and helping and blessing."

In the following year [1869] Julius Elliott went to Switzerland for some Alpine climbing. He was an experienced mountaineer, and would never be roped. On July 27th he and a friend, Mr. Phipps, went up the Schreckhorn. They had good guides, and Mr. Phipps was roped to his. That night he wrote to Julius's eldest sister, Miss Elliott, a letter of deep sympathy and he told her then, "I never saw Julius in such spirits, continually expressing his delight. He wished to go more quickly than I could follow, and he reached the highest peak, going with his marvellous speed. When I reached the 'Col,' and saw him above me, he greeted me with a shout, and then sprang to the rocks, from the snow. He slipped and fell it was a gentle slip, but he slid over the snow at an increasing pace. He tried in vain to stop himself, and to our inexpressible horror we saw him fly down the snow some 4000 feet.
"I have really loved your brother, and more and more admired his beautiful character it has been truly said of him, 'No man ever lived better prepared to die.'"

The search party found the body of Julius Elliott, lying on the snow as if in a peaceful sleep. In his pocket was his little well-worn prayer book, and inside it Catherine
Marsh's card of prayer for the year, which he had evidently used constantly for intercessory prayer for several friends whose names he had placed in smallest handwriting on the margin. His grave is in the churchyard at Grindelwald." The Life and Friendships of Catherine Marsh (1917) by L. O'Rorke, pp237-240