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of Dr. Dalton, in the same letter, Mr. Jackson says, " I attended his 

 funeral, and was in one of the ninety-five carriages. The procession 

 reached probably three-quarters of a mile." Another letter from the 

 same correspondent, dated Warrington, 28th day, ist month, 1856, 

 begins thus : — 



My venerable Friend, — 



Although I am writing out of "my turn," I did not like to delay any 

 longer in letting thee know that the 19th instant was not forgotten by thy friends 

 here. . . . Although the "drinking of health" is I believe much less 

 common, and our Society almost, if not wholly, omit it, yet thine was drunk, 

 and good wishes expressed, and, I doubt not, felt on thy behalf. 



To this Jonathan replied, even after his attack of paralysis, and his 

 Quaker friend responded on February 29th, 1856, thanking him for his 

 interesting letter, and in the course of his note remarking, " I well 

 remember the name of Anthony Loajet, but had no idea that it was 

 intended for thyself, being, I readily perceive (after the hint given me) 

 an anagram on thy name." 



In the following August, another attack of paralysis deprived him 

 almost wholly of speech, though he continued conscious to the last. 



And now, as Otley's last days approach, there comes a final and 

 touching meeting between the two veteran geologists, the one having 

 spent his life among his mountains, and never appearing among the 

 magnates of science in the outside world, and the other toiling in a busy 

 centre of learning, acknowledged as a leader in his own branch, and 

 revered far and wide. Both simple-hearted men, reverencing nature as 

 an expression of all-power and wisdom, and both going down to the 

 grave with a sure and certain hope. 



Aged Jonathan lies in his bed helpless and speechless from paralysis, 

 albeit quite sensible, and recognizing the Professor as he stands by his 

 bed-side, silent and deeply moved. Otley's right hand is clasped for 

 some minutes between the hands of Sedgwick, until at last that solemn 

 silence is broken by the Cambridge Professor bursting into tears and 

 crying, as he fell upon his knees, "Jonathan, I'll pray with you." Thus 

 passed their last meeting in this world. On the 7th of December 



