﻿XXVI 
  

  

  Obituary 
  Notices 
  of 
  Fellows 
  deceased. 
  

  

  that 
  country. 
  The 
  Insect 
  Koom 
  was 
  then 
  in 
  charge 
  of 
  Mr. 
  Adam 
  White, 
  

   most 
  amiable 
  and 
  obliging 
  of 
  curators, 
  and 
  I 
  was, 
  as 
  usual, 
  consulting 
  him 
  on 
  

   all 
  sorts 
  of 
  points 
  when 
  an 
  old, 
  rather 
  stooping, 
  white-haired 
  man 
  came 
  quietly 
  

   into 
  the 
  room 
  and 
  asked 
  the 
  attendant 
  if 
  he 
  could 
  see 
  Mr. 
  White. 
  As 
  the 
  

   visitor 
  approached 
  and 
  entered 
  the 
  fuller 
  light 
  from 
  the 
  window 
  near 
  which 
  

   I 
  was 
  sitting, 
  I 
  was 
  struck 
  with 
  the 
  character 
  in 
  his 
  face, 
  which, 
  still 
  hand- 
  

   some, 
  was 
  marked 
  with 
  dignity 
  and 
  refinement, 
  but 
  was 
  singularly 
  cold 
  and 
  

   hard 
  in 
  expression. 
  White 
  rose 
  to 
  receive 
  him, 
  but 
  the 
  stranger 
  did 
  not 
  

   return 
  his 
  smile, 
  and 
  seemed 
  to 
  say 
  ' 
  Good 
  morning 
  ' 
  as 
  a 
  necessary 
  formality 
  

   only, 
  proceeding 
  to 
  ask 
  White 
  to 
  show 
  him 
  some 
  group 
  of 
  insects. 
  The 
  two 
  

   then 
  went 
  to 
  a 
  distant 
  cabinet, 
  where 
  the 
  visitor 
  made 
  some 
  notes, 
  but 
  very 
  

   soon 
  left. 
  White 
  came 
  back 
  to 
  his 
  seat 
  and 
  presently 
  asked 
  me 
  if 
  I 
  knew 
  

   who 
  it 
  was 
  that 
  had 
  called, 
  adding 
  immediately 
  that 
  it 
  was 
  none 
  other 
  than 
  

   Mr. 
  Burchell, 
  the 
  great 
  South 
  African 
  traveller 
  and 
  naturalist. 
  

  

  " 
  ' 
  Ah, 
  sir,' 
  he 
  went 
  on 
  (this 
  was 
  his 
  usual 
  way 
  of 
  beginning 
  a 
  sentence), 
  ' 
  a 
  

   great 
  man 
  indeed, 
  with 
  many 
  gifts 
  and 
  of 
  great 
  learning, 
  but 
  terribly 
  soured. 
  

   I 
  fear 
  he'll 
  never 
  get 
  better 
  of 
  it 
  now. 
  'Tis 
  a 
  pity 
  indeed 
  to 
  have 
  that 
  proud 
  

   and 
  unforgiving 
  spirit,' 
  and 
  so 
  forth. 
  White 
  then, 
  with 
  bated 
  breath 
  and 
  

   intimation 
  that 
  what 
  he 
  said 
  was 
  confidential, 
  told 
  me 
  that 
  Burchell 
  had 
  for 
  

   long 
  cherished 
  a 
  bitter 
  grievance 
  against 
  the 
  Trustees 
  of 
  the 
  Museum, 
  who 
  

   had 
  (according 
  to 
  his 
  view) 
  done 
  him 
  irreparable 
  wrong 
  by 
  their 
  neglect 
  of 
  

   certain 
  of 
  his 
  zoological 
  collections 
  which 
  had 
  been 
  taken 
  into 
  their 
  charge, 
  

   and 
  so 
  allowing 
  the 
  specimens 
  to 
  be 
  destroyed 
  by 
  insects 
  and 
  damp. 
  I 
  was 
  

   quite 
  a 
  youth 
  at 
  the 
  time, 
  and 
  this 
  moving 
  tale 
  made 
  a 
  great 
  impression 
  on 
  

   my 
  mind, 
  and 
  invested 
  Burchell's 
  personality 
  with 
  a 
  certain 
  grimness 
  which 
  I 
  

   could 
  not 
  forget." 
  

  

  After 
  his 
  return 
  from 
  the 
  Cape 
  in 
  1895 
  Trimen 
  experimented 
  with 
  many 
  

   places 
  in 
  the 
  London 
  district 
  in 
  the 
  hope 
  of 
  finding 
  a 
  neighbourhood 
  that 
  

   would 
  suit 
  his 
  health. 
  Twice 
  he 
  lived 
  at 
  Oxford 
  — 
  the 
  second 
  time 
  for 
  three 
  

   years 
  (1907-1910). 
  He 
  felt 
  the 
  strain 
  and 
  expense 
  of 
  the 
  numerous 
  

   removals 
  and 
  especially 
  the 
  anxiety 
  of 
  taking 
  with 
  him 
  his 
  collection 
  of 
  

   African 
  butterflies, 
  now 
  in 
  the 
  possession 
  of 
  Mr. 
  J. 
  J. 
  Joicey 
  at 
  the 
  Hill 
  

   Museum, 
  Witley. 
  

  

  In 
  the 
  early 
  summer 
  of 
  1916 
  his 
  health 
  was 
  evidently 
  failing, 
  and 
  on 
  

   July 
  4 
  he 
  entered 
  Dr. 
  Chipperfield's 
  nursing 
  home 
  at 
  Epsom, 
  where 
  he 
  

   gradually 
  sank 
  and 
  died 
  on 
  July 
  25. 
  I 
  saw 
  him 
  for 
  the 
  last 
  time 
  on 
  June 
  30. 
  

   He 
  had 
  fallen 
  down 
  a 
  few 
  weeks 
  earlier, 
  having 
  tripped 
  over 
  a 
  grating, 
  and 
  

   looked 
  very 
  ill 
  and 
  depressed 
  ; 
  but 
  he 
  was 
  cheered, 
  as 
  he 
  wrote 
  in 
  his 
  diary, 
  

   at 
  the 
  sight 
  of 
  an 
  old 
  friend 
  and 
  by 
  hearing 
  of 
  an 
  interesting 
  new 
  observation* 
  

   on 
  his 
  old 
  favourite 
  Papilio 
  dardanus. 
  It 
  had 
  just 
  been 
  discovered 
  that 
  

   males 
  from 
  the 
  island 
  of 
  Fernando 
  Po 
  differ 
  in 
  certain 
  respects 
  from 
  those 
  on 
  

   the 
  opposite 
  West 
  African 
  Coast, 
  but 
  resemble 
  the 
  males 
  of 
  the 
  East 
  Coast 
  

  

  * 
  1 
  Proc. 
  Ent. 
  Soc. 
  Lond.,' 
  1916, 
  p. 
  xciii. 
  

  

  