158 bulletin: museum of comparative zoology. 



When his near relatives and dear friends affectionately hud his 

 mortal remains beside those of his beloved wife last March in the 

 Forest Hills Cemetery, well might they ask — 



"What hallows ground where heroes sleep? 

 'Tis not the sculptured piles you heap. 

 But strew his ashes to the wind, 

 Whose sword or pen has served mankind. 

 And is he dead, whose glorious mind 

 Lifts mine on high? 

 To live in hearts we leave behind 

 Is not to die." 



