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Name links deutlich zu sehen "F. Galton." Auffallend ist, class der Wasserspiege urn etwa 

 5 oder 7 Meter gestiegen ist. Vor 10 Jahren war er erheblich niedriger. Ich weiss nicht, wie 

 Sie ihn Ihrer Zeit gefunden haben. Ich hofle, dass Ilinen diese Erinnerung am Damaraland eine 

 kleine Freude machen wird. Ich erinnere mich mit grosser Freude an den Mittag, den ich im 

 Sommer 1909 in Ihrem Hause verleben durfte. Indem ich bitte mich Ihrem Friiulein Nichte 

 empfehlen zu wollen, bin ich, mit ausgezeichneter Hochachtung, Ihr sehr ergebener, Ph. Kuhn. 



Grayshott House, Haslemere, Surrey. January 9, 1911. 



My dear Milly, I am not sure when I last wrote — possibly quite lately, for I was then 

 writing many letters. If so, excuse repetition of nothing. You certainly have the art of attracting 

 and taming birds. I can't induce them to come, when I try. But we have now put up coco- 

 nuts for the tits, and we drink the fluid in them ourselves. Violet Galton is with us for the 

 week. I hope Guy was none the worse for his long trudge in the flooded way, on returning from 

 Loxton. I wish I had something interesting to tell you, but have nothing to say more, beyond 

 affectionate wishes to you all, individually. Francis Galton. 



[This is the last letter which I know of in Francis Galton's handwriting. Ed.] 



Grayshott, Haslemere. January 16, 1911. 



Dear Milly, I am so sorry to hear of your illness now, and do hope you will pick up soon. 

 I am thankful Dim is better. 



I am sorry to have no good news. Dr Lyndon considered Uncle Frank worse this afternoon — 

 his breath is so difficult to get, he is in great discomfort and very weak, but so sweet and 

 cheerful, always saying something witty if he can speak a few words. Will write again 

 to-morrow. Edward is such a comfort to me and to him also. Your loving Eva. 



The Athenaeum, Pall Mall, S.W. January 19, 1911. 



Dear Miss Biggs, I am grieved to see the announcement in this morning's papers and 

 send you truest sympathy. Sir Francis has been for so many years your charge and filled so 

 large a part in your life that the loss of his presence, always so bright and kindly, will be 

 a sore bereavement. I trust you may be enabled to bear up under so heavy a sorrow. I sincerely 

 regret not to have been able to get to Grayshott for weeks past and have missed seeing your 

 Uncle. But my own tragic bereavement, the illness of my Wife and the urgent business 

 connected with my Son's death have kept me busy and much in London. I am still tied down 

 here by business which I cannot shirk, otherwise I would come up to Grayshott to see if 

 I could be of any service to you. With my sincere sympathy. 



Yours very truly, Arch. Geikie. 



The Athenaeum, Pall Mall, S.W. January 19, 1911. 



Dear Miss Biggs, The telegram which you so kindly sent me yesterday reached me after 

 I had written to you this morning. At the meeting of the Royal Society to-day the news of 

 the death of Sir Francis Galton was received with the deepest regret. He was I think our 

 oldest and certainly one of our most distinguished fellows, and the feeling was expressed on all 

 Bides that it was well that the Society even at the last had recognised his genius by awarding 

 to him its highest honour, the Copley Medal. I shall never cease to regret that I was un- 

 able to pay him a visit during these last few weeks. But from the kindly note I had from him 

 I knew that he understood how I stood. The Royal Society desires to pay the last tribute of 

 respect to its venerated colleague by being represented at his funeral, and I made the arrange- 

 ments this afternoon. I sincerely regret that I shall he prevented from attending myself. 

 With renewed sympathy. Yours very truly, Arch. Geikie. 



8t R\dkgi:nd's, Cambbjdgb. January 21, 1911. 



Dear Darwin, I feel I must write to some one to express my sincere regret at the loss of 

 our dear and venerated old friend Francis Galton. I don't know his own people. Ripe as his 

 years were — and I am sure he would have hated to live in any crippled state — yet so sturdy 

 and keen was lie that his death seems a surprise and a shock. I had not seen him for some 



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