Death
However, his health was generally very poor and he suffered much from gastritis and a heart condition going back to an illness in his childhood. It was his health among other things which prompted his many winter trips to the Mediterranean and other warm climates. It was on such a tour in the United States of America in 1886 that he was taken ill again and succumbed. He and Marian had sailed to New York and travelled down the East Coast; they reached Florida in an unusually cold February; Randolph was taken ill and died at St. Augustine. He was not quite 40 years old. A headstone still marks his grave in the cemetery there.
Soon after his early death, his many friends contributed to a memorial to him which was designed by Sir Alfred Gilbert. It was placed in the crypt of St Paul's Cathedral, London.
There is also a memorial to him in Chester Cathedral.
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