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To him it was a call for renewed energy and extraordinary mental 

 activity. He studied till midnight and rose again at five every 

 summer morning. There was only one place he wanted, and that 

 was " top." He entered 49th on the college list ; he left it 4th, after 

 two years of strenuous study. 



January, 1878, found us assistants under the London Board. 

 Quickly he made a name for himself by his remarkable energy, but 

 he did not remain long at the school. He was transferred. I mention 

 it because of the sequel. Some trouble arose on a question of corporal 

 punishment. As an assistant he acted ultra vires, and was censured. 

 Some five years later, in a spot in Southwark, marked very black in 

 Booth's London, a great school trouble arose. The scholars rebelled, 

 and the parents helped them. The head master was removed. His 

 successor fled. The authority was at its wits end. Then the 

 Inspector bethought himself of J. W. T. He was the man whose 

 will, power, and courage might overcome the difficulty. He went, 

 and the situation was saved. 



Of his great record as a specialist in nature study, the News has 

 already given a full account. Only a specialist could properly appraise 

 his work in the field he chose, but I have heard it said " If in Paris or 

 Berlin you ask a naturalist for the name of England's greatest 

 authority in entomology and kindred studies he will reply 'Tutt.'"' I 

 believe it. 



The world to-day is the poorer by his loss. He had anything but 

 a robust constitution, yet the fire of his energy was immeasurable, 

 and his courage to win through of the highest order. His vitality 

 lasted to the end. I have, at times, thought to trace some resemblance 

 in his face and form to Charles Dickens. Strood can claim the great 

 novelist as a neighbour ; it can claim the great naturalist as a son, 

 worthy to be remembered, and deserving to be honoured. 



ANOTHER REMINISCENCE. 

 By H. Smetham. 



[Reprinted hy permission from the Cluitliam, Rochester and Gillingham Netvs). 



Seldom have I perused a column in your paper with greater 

 interest, pleasure, and gratitude than I did the chivalrous tribute paid 

 to the life and work of Mr. J. W. Tutt as contained in your last issue. 

 How true, how generous, how fragrant of memories it all was. How 

 ungrudgingly was that tribute paid in every sentence of its graceful 

 lines those who know most know best. It will be read your wide 

 circulation over with keen appreciation. May I add a few lines, more 

 in the nature of anecdote than of eulogy, the latter stands needless. 

 Quite early in his entomological career, Mr. Tutt had applied to Lord 

 Darnley (father of the present Earl) for the permission to follow his 

 hobby over the Darnley estates. Needless to say that that permission 

 was ever ungrudgingly given. The name of the revered Charles 

 Roach Smith was a passport for any one of " his boys," and was 

 accepted as a guarantee of that boy's character. Chattenden Woods 

 were in those days famed as a resort of the " Purple Emperor," a 

 butterfly of a gloriously radiant colouring. This gorgeous insect was 

 rare, and only bred in certain spots in England. Among these famed 



