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Academy of Science has suffered such loss in the sudden demise of a 

 Vice-President, one of its oldest and most honored Fellows, an ofificer 

 of sound judgment and rare executive ability. 



We have not yet sufficiently recovered from the shock which the 

 tidings of Dr. Maitland L. Mallory's death occasioned, to speak of it 

 but in sighs and sorrowful ejaculations. I shall not attempt any 

 extended eulogy, but merely call to mind a few of those traits of 

 character which won for him a place so dear in the hearts of his 

 friends and associates. 



Through the daily press we have become familiar with the story 

 of his early life, and some of his later achievements, but while he was 

 admired and respected by all who knew him for his many good quali- 

 ties, it was only to his most intimate friends that he was fully 

 revealed. We who have had the pleasure of working with him on 

 different lines of investigation, have invariably found him imbued 

 with the true scientific spirit — a close observer, a deep and clear 

 reasoner, an ardent lover of Nature, whose aim it was to understand 

 thoroughly her methods, and possessing §o many of her secrets, yet 

 too great and too well aware of the vastness of the unknowable 

 to be at all vain or conceited. I have often been surprised at his 

 knowledge of sciences to which he made no claim as a specialist. 



An enthusiastic student, his library outside of his professional 

 literature embraced most of the standard, technical works in a wide 

 range of subjects, especially in the fields of microscopy. A man of 

 rare and refined tastes, his standard was exalted, and the true and 

 beautiful alone attracted him. 



With ample means at his command and a generosity which 

 caused him to do more than his full share in any enterprise where 

 money was required, he would shoulder the greater part of the 

 burden in such a way as to relieve all from embarrassment, as the 

 Microscopical Section will bear me witness. 



While fond of out-door sports, and with steady nerve and 

 unerring eye, he was in sportsman's phrase "a dead shot," it was as a 

 naturalist, and not as one who simply "goes a-killing" and ruthlessly 

 slaughters everything in his path. More in the interest of science 

 than of sport he would carefully select a fine specimen and bring it 

 down, while others of its kind would pass under his immediate notice, 

 unharmed. So while in the true sense a hunter he was in no sense a 

 wanton destroyer of the denizens of the forest. 



Though born upon British soil, he came to the States as the 



