48 THE ENTOMOLOGIST. 



entomologists who have lived during the past three-quarters of a 

 century, and to which his friend Tutt was elected, though he did 

 not live to occupy the Chair. 



He was a Fellow of the Zoological Society, but the greatest 

 honour came in the year 1918, when one of the few Fellowships of 

 the Eoyal Society that have come the way of entomologists of recent 

 years was conferred upon him. 



In his youth he was noted for his great activity and staying 

 power ; a walk of forty miles or so was frequently undertaken and 

 enjoyed, and the writer remembers that after he had passed- the 

 three score years and ten, which is the allotted life of man, he was 

 still capable of climbing several thousands of feet in the Alps or 

 Pyrenees in search of his beloved butterflies. 



It was perfectly marvellous only a few years ago to see him thread 

 the motor traffic in the busiest parts of London,, it was his 

 frequent custom to cross a stream of traffic, leaving his friends to 

 keep up with him if they could: very often they couldn't ! 



At the Entomological Society meetings at Chandos Street he 

 would remain in conversation with friends until he had only just 

 time to catch his train at London Bridge ; he would then leave, 

 walking at something nearer four miles per hour than three, and if he 

 thought the occasion required a sharp run would follow, he would 

 rush up stairs and down stairs in the tubes, jump into trains in 

 motion, and do all sorts of things with impunity that would be 

 impossible for most men much his junior. 



He had a very happy, genial disposition and was very sociable 

 provided his company was congenial. His conversation in its lighter 

 vein was full of fun and repartee, and sallies were always accompanied 

 by the merriest of twinkles in his shrewd, kindly grey eyes. 



In December, 1919, he, who had always enjoyed the very best of 

 health, was attacked by a serious illness. His great strength of 

 constitution and lifelong temperance enabled him to partially 

 recover from this, and he was enabled to continue research work 

 until the day before the end came. His illness was borne with 

 characteristic fortitude and hopefulness. 



" The Doctor " rests in the graveyard of the old church at 

 Eeigate, amidst the beautiful Northdown country he had wandered 

 over so often and loved so well. May the green clad turf lie lightlv 

 upon him ! We shall not see his like again ! 



To his sisters, the Misses Chapman, who resided with him, we 

 desire to tender our very respectful sympathy. W. G. S. 



We regret to state that Mr. W. Purdey, of Thanet Gardens, 

 Folkestone, died on January 19th last. 



