his recovery, we went down to Brighton for some weeks. We afterwards made 

 a tour tbrougli Somersetshire, Devonshire, and part of Cornwall, and, on our 

 return to Exeter, Mr. Loudon went to Barnstaple, in the neighborhood of which 

 he was about to lay out some grounds for Lord Clinton, sending Agnes and my- 

 self back to London. When he returned home, I noticed that he had a slight 

 cough, but, as it was trifling, it did not make me uneasy, particularly as his spirits 

 were good. He now finished his Suburban Ilorticulturist, which had been begun 

 two years before, but had been stopped on account of his illness in Scotland ; this 

 work was published by Mr. Smith, of Fleet Street, all his other works, from the 

 appearance of the Encydupcedia of Gardening, having been published by Longman. 



In 1843, his time was chiefly occupied by his work on Cemeteries, with which he 

 took extraordinary pains, and which was very expensive, from the number of the 

 engravings. In August, we were invited to Derby to pay another visit to Mr. 

 Strutt, but he was too ill to go, and the doctors prouounced his complaint to be a 

 second attack of inflammation of the lungs. 



Previously to Mr. Loudon's illness, I had agreed to write a little book on the 

 Isle of Wight, and to visit it for this purpose. This arrangement I now wished 

 to give up, but his medical men advised us to go, as they thought the air of the 

 Isle of Wight might re-establish his health. Strange to say, up to the time of 

 our leaving home, I had no idea that his illness was at all dangerous ; but the 

 fact was, I had seen him recover so often when every one thought he was dying, 

 that I had become accustomed to place little reliance on what was said of his 

 attacks by others. When we reached the Isle of Wight, however, I was struck 

 with a degree of listlessness and want of energy about him that I had never seen 

 before. He became rapidly worse while we were in the island, and most eager 

 to leave it. On our arrival at Southampton, where he was laying out a cemetery, 

 he felt better, and, taking a lodging there, he sent Agnes and myself back to town. 

 In a fortnight I went down to see him, and I shall never forget the change I found 

 in him. The first look told me he was dying. His energy of mind had now re- 

 turned. He not only attended to the laying out of the cemetery at Southampton, 

 but, during his stay in that town, he corrected the proofs of the second Supple- 

 ment to his Encyclopaedia of Affricuhure, and then went alone to Bath, in spite 

 of my earnest entreaties to be permitted to accompany him. At Bath, he inspected 

 the ground for another cemetery, and also the grounds of a gentleman, though he 

 was obliged to be wheeled about in a Bath chair. Jle then went, still alone, to 

 the seat of Mortimer Ricardo, Esq., near Enstone, in Oxfordshire, where he was 

 also obliged to be wheeled round the grounds in a chair. When about to leave, 

 he appeared so ill, that Mr. Ricardo offered to send a servant with him to town. 



He returned to Bayswater on the 30th of September, 1843, and at last con- 

 sented to call in medical aid, though he was by no means aware of his dangerous 

 state. He supposed, indeed, that the pain he felt, which was on the right side, 

 pi'oceeded from an affection of the liver, as, both times, when he had inflammation 

 of the lungs, the pain was on the left side. On the 2d of October, I went with 

 him to call on Mr. Lawrence, in whom he had the greatest confidence, and that 

 gentleman told him, without hesitation, that his disease was in his lungs. He 

 was evidently very much struck at this announcement, but, as he had the fullest 

 reliance on Mr. Lawrence's judgment, he was instantly convinced that he was 

 right. I think, from that moment, he had no hope of his ultimate recovery, 

 though, in compliance with the wishes of different friends, he afterwards consulted 

 several other eminent medical men, of whom Dr. Chambers and Mr. Richardson 

 ded him to the last, 

 soon as Mr. Loudon found that his disease was likely to prove fatal 



YoL. YIL— March, 1857. 



