Alfred Russel Wallace 



And to it we may add that death, which came to him in his 

 sleep as a gentle deliverer, opened the door into the larger 

 and fuller life into which he tried to penetrate and in which 

 he firmly believed. If that faith be founded in truth, Darwin 

 and Wallace, yonder as here, are united evermore. 



I am writing these concluding words on the second 

 anniversary of his death. Before me there lies the tele- 

 gram which brought me the sad news that he had '' passed 

 away very peacefully at 9.25 a.m., without regaining con- 

 sciousness." He was in his ninety-first year. It was 

 suggested that he should be buried in Westminster 

 Abbey, beside Charles Darwin, but Mrs. Wallace and the 

 family, expressing his own wishes as well as theirs, did 

 not desire it. On Monday, November 10th, he was laid 

 to rest with touching simplicity in the little cemetery of 

 Broadstone, on a pine-clad hill swept by ocean breezes. 

 He was followed on his last earthly journey by his son 

 and daughter, by Miss Mitten, his sister-in-law, and by 

 the present writer. Mrs. Wallace, being an invalid, was 

 unable to attend. The funeral service was conducted by 

 the Bishop of Salisbury (Dr. Ridgeway), and among the 

 official representatives were Prof. Raphael Meldola and 

 Prof. E. B. Poulton representing the Royal Society; the 

 latter and Dr. Scott representing the Linnean Society, and 

 Mr. Joseph Hyder the Land Nationalisation Society. A 

 singularly appropriate monument, consisting of a fossil 

 tree-trunk from the Portland beds, has been erected over 

 his grave upon a base of Purbeck stone, which bears the 

 following inscription : 



Alfred Russel Wallace^ O.M. 

 Born Jan. 8th, 1823, Died Nov. 7th, 1913 

 A year later, on the 10th of December, 1914, his widow 

 died after a long illness, and was buried in the same grave. 



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