368 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 



" Now, Mr. Bond, what's that ? where do you think it came 

 from ? and what does it feed upon ? " Nothing more was 

 required ; he would pour out all he knew, take you to his cabinet 

 and show you a perfect series or perhaps a finer variety of the 

 same insect, then pass from species to species, tell you where and 

 when he captured this or bred that, interspersing the whole with 

 quaint anecdote and homely story, — his eyes twinkling, and his 

 rugged features beaming all over with merriment, — until the 

 visitor forgot the lapse of time and found himself late by an 

 hour or two for his next appointment. Such at least was my 

 own experience when I first went to see him at home. My 

 earliest recollections of Mr. Bond go back for well-nigh forty 

 years, to the time when the Entomological Society was located 

 in Old Bond Street, and to the days when he was in the habit of 

 visiting his old friend and connexion, Mr. F. Barlow, at Cam- 

 bridge. But it must be about thirty years since I first saw his 

 collections. In company with Alfred F. Sealy, I went to 

 Cavendish Boad ; we were unexpected, but the Master was at 

 home, and the result was that, between his cases of birds, his 

 drawers of insects, and his fund of anecdote, a spring morning 

 had turned to evening twilight before we had finished our gossip. 



It was never my lot to have a day's collecting with Mr. Bond. 

 But those who have worked with him in the field speak with one 

 voice of the vigour and perseverance with which he pursued his 

 object, and of his unflagging cheerfulness, even under the most 

 depressing circumstances. 



He was a collector, — of the old school, and of an insular type, 

 if you will, — but a collector pure and simple, who was more at 

 home in the field than in the library, who always kept his eyes 

 open, and learnt from Nature herself many of her lessons that 

 had escaped the observation of others. His liberality to his 

 brother-collectors was unbounded; and the sound advice and 

 encouragement he so freely gave, especially to beginners, has 

 probably done more to advance the science of Entomology than 

 if he had written a hundred books. 



His simplicity of mind, his unselfishness, his constant cheer- 

 fulness, and his unvarying kindness, endeared Frederick Bond to 

 all who knew him. Either as man or entomologist, where shall 

 we find his like ? 



At the ripe age of seventy-eight, his peaceful and uneventful 

 career has ended. He lived and died a bachelor, a widowed 

 half-sister having ministered to his domestic comforts for the last 

 thirty-eight years of his life. His death took place on the 10th 

 August, 1889. 



The accompanying photograph was taken in 1882, and fairly 

 recalls his features. Already, however, a generation of entomo- 

 logists has grown up, to whom he can scarcely have been 



