SIR JOSEPH DALTON HOOKER—PRAIN, 671 
to commemorate the two-hundredth anniversary of the birth of the 
great Linneeus. | 
Among his academic distinctions were the honorary degree of 
D. C. L., conferred upon him by the University of Oxford, and that 
of LL. D. from the Universities of Cambridge, Edinburgh, Dublin, and 
his own alma mater, Glasgow. . 
His foreign distinctions have included membership of the Royal 
Swedish Order of the Polar Star and the Royal Prussian Order ‘‘Pour 
le Mérite.” By his own Government he was made a C. B. in 1869, 
the year following his presidentship of the British Association; he 
was made a K. C. S. I. in 1877, toward the close of his presidentship 
of the Royal Society. He was in 1897 promoted to the grade of 
G. C.S. I., when, in his eightieth year, the Flora of British India was 
completed; and in 1907, on his ninetieth birthday, he received the 
Order of Merit. 
Hale and robust in his venerable old age, the veteran Hooker not 
_ only attended the Darwin-Wallace celebration organized by the Lin- 
nean Society in 1908, addressing the delegates and fellows present in 
a speech which recounted the part played by himself half a century 
earlier; he also attended the celebration at Cambridge in 1909 which 
commemorated the centenary of the birth of his friend Darwin. At 
work until within a few weeks of his death, and keenly interested in 
current topics to the last, Hooker passed peacefully away in his 
sleep, at his residence, The Camp, near Sunningdale, at midnight on 
Sunday, December 10. As was befitting, an invitation was offered 
to receive his remains in Westminster Abbey. Hooker had, how- 
ever, expressed his wish that they should rest in the tomb in which 
his illustrious father’s body was laid. This wish was fulfilled, and 
on Friday, December 15, he was buried in the family grave in the 
old churchyard of Kew. The cortege followed the coffin to the church, 
as was meet, from the house so long occupied by, and so full of memo- 
ries connected with, his father and himself. At Kew, where so much 
of what he accomplished was done, he sleeps with his people, and 
Kew with its old churchyard is now more sacred even than it was 
to botanical pilgrims. 
