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row, is 'Patience, and Tolerance, and Reticence."' Seems to me 

 that's a pretty fair "Golden Rule" in itself. It has stood by me 

 many a time when the hasty word almost spoke itself. 



No one was ever so royally generous of his time, of his unparalleled 

 store of knowledge, of himself. Although never really well from the 

 time I first knew him over ten years ago, he never spared himself 

 even when suffering. He seemed able to inhibit the personal ele- 

 ment, to eliminate the personal equation. In thought and theories 

 he was fifty years ahead of his times, but when associated with great 

 movements he never cared to have his own name featured, but with the 

 modesty of the truly great soul he quietly pursued his upward way, 

 inspiring and carrying onward with him all who came to him for 

 counsel and courage. 



In his writings he possessed the most remarkable felicity of ex- 

 pression, choosing unerringly the one right word. The strain of Irish 

 blood showed in the vein of poetry the vein of sadness, which are 

 born at a birth with Irish humour and Irish wit. It was more than a 

 liberal education to work for him and with him, for he was more than 

 an unusually remarkable man; he was a rare wonder of a man, an 

 all-round, every-sided marvel of a man. 



His far-sighted, clear-headed grasp of things, his knowledge and 

 force and high hopefulness, were nay, are an inspiration to all who 

 fathered the Conservation movement, and to all whose lives he 

 touched. Rugged, and simple, and strongly individual in his whole 

 life, nothing so gloriously proclaims the rare quality and great white 

 soul of the man as the manner of his leaving this life. 



Whether or not he himself believed in "ultimate continuity" (as 

 Sir Oliver Lodge has it) as essential to science, we who so truly love 

 and reverence the splendid memory of this invincible spirit, this tri- 

 umphantly victorious soul must needs know (with Sir Oliver) "that 

 memory and affection are not limited to that association with matter 

 by which alone they can manifest themselves here and now, and that 

 personality persists beyond bodily death." And though we said 

 "Artemidorus, farewell!" we can not credit that so valiant a soul 

 could die, could pass to that last strange change, could perish from 

 itself and cease to be. Surely his departure from our sight is but 

 another step forward in the unceasing progress. 



