XX. IN MEMORIAM. 



It is now, I believe, accepted by all antiquaries as a fact that it 

 was the lost Ibernio. 



A few years ago the Dorset Museum acquired by a very advan- 

 tageous exchange what is now one of its chief treasures, under the 

 name of the "WARNE Collection." In it are comprised many 

 excellent antiques from Ireland, the Isle of Wight, Sardinia, and 

 other more or less distant places. But it is the Dorset WARNE 

 Collection which is here most valuable by far. In it there are a 

 fine series of Keltic urns, almost every one of which is engraved in 

 " Celtic Tumuli of Dorset ;" also a long row of small vases and 

 paterae of Roman work from Jordan Hill, and a number of bronze 

 objects, lance-heads, pins, &c., from the same place. In the middle 

 of the large wall case, containing these things and a multitude 

 more, is a little primaeval-looking quaint incense burner of clay. 

 This was much prized by Mr. WARNE. I must not, however, run 

 on into writing a catalogue, for it behoves me at once to draw to 

 an end. But I must not close without reminding you that it was 

 Mr. WARNE who, supported by the Rev. W. Barnes and Mr. 

 Roach Smith, rescued Maumbury Rings from the destruction 

 threatened by the Great Western Railway Company. If this 

 preservation of the most perfect amphitheatre in England had been 

 his only service to archaeology he would have won the gratitude of 

 all antiquaries. I said at the outset that my personal acquaintance 

 with Mr. WARNE was small. So it was, to my great loss. While 

 he was living in Dorset I for many years lived out of it. But a 

 visit of an hour or two was enough to reveal to any one, in part at 

 least, what a wealth of intelligence, quiet energy, good nature, and 

 courteous urbanity lived and moved, too, in that excellent man. 

 And what a fund of anecdote he seemed to possess ! Never shall 

 I forget how, in spite of rheumatism, and in spite of my entreaty 

 that he would spare himself, he insisted in toiling upstairs to show 

 me a fine landscape tapestry ; and, in front of it, he told me how, 

 wher archaeology had first began to get possession of him, it had 

 struck him that eleven pieces of fabric, long used in Pokeswell 

 House as bedroom rugs and mats, were nothing more nor less than 



