CHAPTER XIV 



From 1887 to the End 

 [Continuation by Mrs. WILLIAMSON] 



DR. WILLIAMSON and I spent our holiday, after the 

 close of the British Association meeting, at Scar- 

 borough, where we had never been together without 

 visiting some of his old haunts. 



This year we went to all of them ; to the spot 

 on which he was born, now changed, of course ; to 

 the cottage where he had droned his ABC; to 

 the district that had yielded his largest supply of 

 insects ; to Mr. Potter's school. We went to the 

 Lebberston farm cottage, where he had spent so 

 many summers, and we wandered over fields in 

 which he had spouted poetry to frighten the crows, 

 We stood at the Thornton desk, where he had shed 

 bitter tears over his Latin grammar, and we picniced 

 under his favourite nesting trees. 



To the Museum he never tired of going ; he almost 

 embraced the brown old skeleton that had inspired 

 one of his earliest papers, and he not only knew every 

 bird in the place, but could give vivid accounts of the 

 killing and stuffing of most of them. We lingered in 



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