XIV MEMOIR. 



that he wished me to come to him. He had described a new 

 species of Owl, from the Amur Eiver {Bubo doerriesi), and lie had 

 brought the specimen for exhibition ; and now would I carry the 

 box for him to his carriage? We helped him in, as he refused all 

 our proffered remedies, and when next I saw him on his bed, he 

 said to me cheerfully: — " Well, old fellow, you were only just in 

 time to send me home. I was very ill, and have not been out 

 of bed since." Still his talk was of birds only. " I cannot sleep 

 at night for thinking of the classification of birds." " Oh," he 

 said, " I must try to get well, I have so much still to do." And 

 so he gradually sank, brave to the last, and he lies buried at 

 Hitchin, in the Friends' grave-yard, a peaceful and a restful spot. 

 I could not help noticing that as his body was lowered into the 

 grave, a thrush, one of his favourite birds, came into the tree 

 above us and sang lustily, though the month was November. 



I have not been able in this brief space to enumerate every 

 paper that my late friend published. I have written mostly a 

 personal reminiscence. That he was much honoured and appre- 

 ciated in foreign countries has been abundantly proved by the 

 "Obituaries" published in foreign journals. One thing however 

 I can say from personal knowledge, that a more generous man, 

 a better friend to the British Museum, and a more ardent student 

 of Ornithology it would be difficult to find. 



E. B. S. 



