THE DEATH OF OUR PRESIDENT. 



It is with the deepest grief that we have to announce 

 that our President, the Rev. Joseph Bancroft 

 Reade, M.A., F.R.S., F.R.A.S., is no more. On 

 Monday morning, the 12th of December last, he passed 

 from among ns in the seventieth year of his age — 

 passed with regret that he should be compelled to leave 

 us, and yet with calmness, courage, and confidence in 

 the Future. Those who knew him throughout his long 

 and active life can say more of his many doings than 

 we can now — can record a career of noble activity. 

 But of his manly nature, his child-like simplicity, his 

 endearing disposition, his appreciation of those who 

 surrounded him, and his thorough kindliness of dis- 

 position, we cannot speak in terms too high ; or be 

 even momentarily accused of leaning too deeply on the 

 many virtues of one whom, in common with all who 

 knew him, we mourn the loss of with a grief too deep 

 to be fully expressed. Hereafter his life will be told 

 by one who has loved him well, and who knew of all 

 that he had done and much that he had thought. 

 For the present we may say, as has well been said on 

 another occasion, the fewest words are best where all 

 words are drief. 



