IN ME3I0RIAM. 105 



FOREWORD. 



By Hy. J. Turner, F.E.S. (Editorial Secretary). 



The inception of the project here carried out, of devoting the 

 major portion of a number of this magazine to the memory of its 

 devoted Editor, James William Tatt, is due to the suggestion of 

 Dr. Burr, made to me at the Annual Supper of the Entomological 

 Club, on the evening of January 17th, jnst a week after Mr. Tutt's 

 decease. A scheme was drawn up and submitted to several of the 

 associated editors, and readily secured their active support. The 

 various contributions below all testify to the worth of the " truly great 

 man " we have lost ; they estimate his work, his ability, his character, 

 and his life, at their trae high value, and their testimony abundantly 

 proves that he did not live and work in vain, but that he had achieved 

 the desire he often expressed to me — he left the study of entomology 

 at a higher grade than when he began it. Nearly every writer has 

 omitted, possibly from ignorance, one of the main features of his 

 success, and that was to mention his intuitive recognition and 

 encouragement of the earnest young worker. He often expressed to 

 me, in his forcible way, that the future depended upon the youth of 

 to-day. Many a young Avorker has been led on and encouraged to do 

 work of surpassing merit under his fostering aid. Only a few of us 

 know the delight it was to spend our afternoons and evenings " at his 

 feet" as it were, when his younger friends met around the marvellously 

 perfect collections Avhich he had so assiduously gathered for the 

 purposes of his study. The standard he set was a high one, and he 

 expected all to follow. No one who was privileged to be his friend, 

 but will feel his loss most keenly. 



IN MEMORiAM.— J. W. T. 



By Prof. Selwyn Image, M.A., F.E.S. (Slade Professor of 

 Fine Art in the University of Oxford.) 



Dear Spring returns, ah ! April's here, 

 The gay magician of the year ; 

 With flickering smile and dewy kiss. 

 Eager from out rough Winter's thrall 

 Expectant Nature to release. 



The woods awaken to the notes 

 Commingling of mellifluous throats ; 

 Where many a primrose-blossom, wet 

 With quivering dew, salutes the morn. 

 Nestled by fragrant violet. 



In orchards sheltered 'neath the down 

 The trees assume their snowy crown 

 Once more, once more the may-bush dons 

 A sunlit robe of tender green ; 

 On the blue water sail the swans. 

 May 15th, 1911. 



