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a great debt of gratitude in this respect. In ‘ the fifties,’ when I was 
at Kensington Grammar School, I used to spend many half-holidays, 
happy and delightful hours, at Bond’s house in Cavendish Road, 
St. John’s Wood, when he not only showed his splendid collections, 
but was ready to give all manner of information, and to listen kindly 
to schoolboy prattle about pets at home. Once or twice it was my good 
fortune to be with him when someone arrived from a collecting tour, 
and to watch the unpacking and display of all the treasures, certain 
at the end to receive some gift of egg or insect to carry rejoicingly 
away. And how kind he was in replying to the letters sent him, in 
answering numerous questions, in naming boxes of moths unknown to 
the capturer (too often so rubbed as to be almost beyond identification), 
and in sending back with the named insects perfect specimens of his 
own setting, with others which he thought would come as a welcome 
gift. And then how proud he would make us by giving us some com- 
mission to do, such as asking us to secure and send him a family of 
Dippers in the nestling plumage, or any similar task to be easily and 
delightfully accomplished by the trout streams of Devonshire. Of 
late years it has not been my privilege to have had much intercourse 
or correspondence with him; but I shall ever have a loving and 
grateful recollection of him as having been (after William Brodrick) 
my best teacher in Natural History.”’* 
“My personal recollections of our deceased friend,” writes 
Mr. Harting, ‘‘are of the pleasantest kind. For about fifteen 
years we lived in the same parish (Kingsbury), and within half 
a mile of each other. During a great part of this time we met 
almost daily, except while I was away at College, or he was 
absent on some shooting or collecting expedition. He taught me 
to shoot, and to skin birds, and some of the happiest hours of 
my early life were passed in his museum or in his company 
shooting. I believe it was the sight of his collections, when a 
boy of ten, that caused me first to take an interest in Natural 
History. Looking with wonder and admiration at his cases of 
stuffed birds, and cabinets of birds’ eggs, and butterflies and 
moths, I thought ‘Can it be possible that all these beautiful 
things are to be found alive in this country?’; and when told 
‘Yes, and many of them in this parish,’ I was wild with excite- 
ment to find them for myself. He often accompanied me in my 



* For a Memoir of the late William Brodrick see ‘ The Zoologist’ for 
April, 1889, p. 139. 
