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Jackson Thornton Dawson of Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, 

 died at his home there August 3, 1916, in the 75th year of his age. 

 He became a member of the Society in 1872 and throughout the 

 remainder of his Hfe was actively interested in its work. He 

 served as a member of several committees and contributed valuable 

 papers on horticultural subjects which have been published in the 

 Transactions of the Society. In recognition of his ability as a 

 plantsman he was awarded in 1910 the George Robert White Medal 

 of Honor for eminent service in horticulture. 



The following tribute to his memory by Mr. Augustus P. Calder 

 of Brookline was presented at the October, 1916, meeting of the 

 Gardeners' and Florists' Club of Boston and is here printed by 

 request. It gives an insight into the character of the man and the 

 regard in which he was held by his associates. 



In Memory of Jackson Thornton Dawson. 



During the last summer vacation of our club the unbidden 

 messenger came among us. Again we are called upon to mourn 

 the loss of a dearly beloved member, Jackson Thornton Dawson. 



He had been lying upon a bed of sickness but a few days, when, 

 on August 3d last, in the ever changing twilight of a delightful 

 summer afternoon, when all the things of earth, the fields, the 

 woods, the trees, the shrubs and flowers, those heavenly creations 

 that he loved so well, that had been his beloved companions in life, 

 through which in Nature he looked up to Nature's God, were 

 radiant and beautiful, clothed as they were in the royal vestments 

 of Heaven's own exquisite encompassings, he gently fell asleep 

 and his helpful, loving hands were folded forever. Earth that had 

 nourished him and claimed his growth to be restored to earth again 

 and his spirit returned unto God who gave it. 



In writing of Jackson Dawson your committee has been con- 

 fronted by the fact that the plainest and most truthful statements 

 concerning his character and worth would seem to those who did 

 not know him like fulsome flattery. While we would not in these 

 memorial lines transcend the limits of sobriety of thought and 

 expression it yet is difficult to avoid the language of eulogy in 

 voicing truthfully the plain facts of a life that has so commanded 

 the admiration of us all. 



