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daring, clear up points which would otherwise remain doubtful. 

 He was not an accomplished scholar, but he was an apt observer, 

 and had powers of description possessed by very few. The sunrise 

 in Lapland, the details of his being lost in the snow, and the lifelike 

 descriptions contained in his " Sporting Sketches," can hardly, we 

 ^vill venture to say, be surpassed. Readers, we think, will be most 

 iiDiused by his "Bush Wanderings '" and " Summer in Lapland," 

 ju-.t as they will be most instructed by the perusal of his " Ten 

 Years in Sweden j" but in none of his works will they find more 

 cr>ginality — more, in fact, of those qualities which mark the man 

 of genius — than in his "Sporting Sketches." 



But the "Old Bushman" was more than we have described him. 

 He was a kind-hearted, highly principled, honourable, manly fellow, 

 beloved by all who knew him, and long to be held in cherished 

 remembrance. Peace to his ashes ! He is buried in Crowhurst 

 Churchyard, beneath an ancient yew, one of the few that have 

 become historical by their antiquity. Decandolle and others have 

 reckoned it to be fourteen hundred years oldj and under its 

 venerable shadows we must feel that our departed friend, who loved 

 nature so well, has found a worthy resting-place. 



