176 The Botanical Gazette. [April, 
He was born July 10, 1815, at Middletown, in modern times Crom- 
well, Connecticut. When a young man became acquainted with Prof. 
Torrey in New York and Dr. Gray, through membership in the New 
York Lyceum of Natural History. In 1846 he was elected to mem- 
bership in the Philadelphia Academy. Always declining election to 
any high honors in the institution, he was glad to fill positions of use- 
fulness. He served long as one of the Council of Management, and 
at his death had filled for many years the responsible position of 
chairman of its publication committee. Eminent botanists from many 
parts of the world made their calls on him when passing through Phila- 
delphia. 
“The Flora of Mount Desert Island, Maine,” was his latest work, 
prepared in conjunction with his friend Edward L. Rand, and issued 
last year. The modesty of his nature may be inferred from the sub- 
title, “A Preliminary Catalogue,” as no more complete local flora has 
probably been issued. He derived much satisfaction in his last days 
from the numerous letters commending the stand taken in that work 
against violent changes in plant nomenclature, his main point being 
the impossibility of practically carrying out without endless confusion 
that which might be correct as an abstract proposition. The Academy 
will soon publish a memoir giving an abstract of his life and services 
to science. In the language of one of his colleagues, “an association 
of the past eight years made me familiar with his beautiful character. 
He was always high principled, single-hearted, charitable, kind and 
helpful,—an affectionate friend, a wise counsellor, an upright judge.” 
—Tuomas MEEHAN, Germantown, Philadelphia. 
George Hunt.—In the death of Mr. George Hunt botanical science 
in Rhode Island has met with an irreparable loss. For over sixty 
years he has been familiar with every bog and wood in the state. 
When over eighty he could outwalk all his younger companions. He 
never seemed to know fatigue. Even for the nooning he never sat 
down, but ate, and that sparingly, while searching the rocks or glens. 
He was a true wood-lover. The plants seemed to guess his feeling 
and to do their very best for his delight. For many years he was 
the chosen guide of some of us younger men, who all loved him with 
tender regard. His character was as sweet and pure as the aroma of 
the mayflower. It was a precious privilege to accompany him on 2 
walk. Each year we went with him to welcome the hepatica. Sweet, 
unobtrusive, gentle, he could be roused to earnest remonstrance, or to 
contest a wrong. He was eminently a right minded man and 4 
true gentleman. 
