204 The Ottawa Naturalist. [Jan. 



had found the butterfly. No specimens could be found, but of 

 other insects we obtained about 275 species, including some of 

 considerable rarity and interest. 



Our last outing was in September last when we paddled up 

 the Gatineau and around the booms to the entrance of Leamy's 

 Lake, where he desired to collect some water lilies. Owing to the 

 extreme low water we found that there was quite a carry to get 

 into the lake, and that it would be difficult to reach the lily bed, 

 and as the day was exceedingly smoky and sultry and the sun 

 low we decided to paddle back. 



A few days previously we spent, with Mr. Groh, an afternoon 

 paddling about the canal collecting water plants, and he was 

 delighted to discover quite a large patch of the rare Bidens Beckii 

 and also to find that the wild rice, which I had seen him sow two 

 years before, seemed to be well established. 



The briefest outing with him was invariablv interesting, as 

 his knowledge was so extensive and his facultv of observation so 

 trained that there was ever something upon which new light 

 could be given, or which could furnish material for future study. 

 His intimate knowledge of large sections of the Dominion, and 

 his extended acquaintance with scientists and other -prominent 

 persons, combined with his remarkable memory and unfailing 

 brightness and geniality, made him a most charming and enter- 

 taining companion, either at home or abroad. He was a friend 

 whom I can never replace, and whose loss will be felt afresh when- 

 ever the scenes of our outings are visited. 



My last evening with him was that of the 14th of September, 

 a day or so before he started on his last trip West. He was busy in 

 his garden watering his flowers until it was too dark to continue, 

 for so he spent many evenings among the beautiful and fragrant 

 plants which he loved, and which afforded him such sustained 

 and genuine pleasure. The task of planting and tending them 

 was with him a labour of love, and not merely performed for the 

 utilitarian or decorative effects which might result. His pro- 

 found love of nature in all her moods and forms was in no respect 

 more evident than in the patient and skilful gardening from 

 which he derived such undoubted pleasure. Just before we said 

 goodbye he gave me directions where to find a certain water weed 

 which my collection lacked, for he had such an intimate know- 

 ledge of the habitat of our plants, and such a retentive memory 

 that he could describe the exact locality in which any rare specie's 

 had occurred, even if many years previously. 



Any memories of my friend would be incomplete, if no men- 

 tion were made of the deeply religious side of his character. 

 Scientists and other public men not infrequently allow them- 

 selves to become engrossed and interested solely in materia] 



