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of the heart, which he bore with calmness and patience. 

 Mr. De Morgan, who had a warm regard for him, spent wlmt 

 time he could gain in the intervals of his lectures in his 

 friend's sick room, and his visits were looked for as afford- 

 ing some alleviation in a difficult nursing, not only as to 

 such difficulties as arose in Mr. Galloway's absence from 

 business, but, I believe, with the patient himself, who was 

 sometimes induced by his quiet persuasion to take a 

 remedy for which he felt disinclined. e I can never,' Mrs. 

 Galloway writes, c cease to remember with love and grati- 

 tude how tenderly your beloved husband watched his 

 downward progress, sitting day by day by his bedside, 

 and talking to me in a low tone in the hope that it might 

 induce sleep, and anxiously trying to get him to take 

 food, on the amount of which the doctors said his life 

 depended.' 



Mr. Galloway had been more than once my husband's 

 colleague as secretary of the Eoyal Astronomical Society, 

 and had in many ways done service to Science. He would 

 in all probability have been Professor of Natural Philo- 

 sophy in the University of Edinburgh if he had not been 

 elected registrar or actuary of the Amicable Life Assurance 

 Office in 1833, as before mentioned. He had in early life 

 intended to enter the Church, but, like Mr. De Morgan, 

 found the teaching of Mathematics a more congenial em- 

 ployment than preaching, and held for a few years the 

 appointment of Mathematical teacher at Sandhurst. His 

 interest in the welfare of the Astronomical Society was 

 strong and lasting, but he was very unassuming in his 

 estimate of the work he had given to it, and begged my 

 husband during the last days of his life to prevent any- 

 thing like eulogium on his service. This arose partly, 

 no doubt, from his own simplicity and humility of cha- 

 racter, partly from the consciousness that Mr. De Morgan 

 was always anxious to do full justice to all his friends. 

 In the little memoir written by Mr. De Morgan for the 

 Royal Society this wish is recorded, but the biographer 



