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  Obituary 
  Notices 
  of 
  Fellows 
  deceased. 
  

  

  The 
  latter, 
  a 
  mere 
  handful 
  of 
  people, 
  often 
  less 
  than 
  twenty 
  in 
  all, 
  living 
  

   round 
  a 
  little 
  church 
  two 
  miles 
  away, 
  was 
  the 
  cause 
  of 
  much 
  wasted 
  

   energy, 
  for 
  there 
  were 
  two 
  other 
  churches 
  near 
  at 
  hand. 
  Belief 
  came 
  

   about 
  1890, 
  when 
  the 
  church 
  was 
  closed. 
  In 
  the 
  meantime, 
  " 
  for 
  about 
  

   thirty 
  years, 
  as 
  Curate 
  or 
  Eector, 
  he 
  had 
  walked 
  over 
  Sunday 
  after 
  Sunday 
  

   in 
  all 
  weathers, 
  sometimes 
  returning 
  drenched 
  to 
  the 
  skin, 
  sometimes 
  with 
  

   his 
  beard 
  bristling 
  with 
  long 
  icicles, 
  sometimes 
  almost 
  ' 
  done 
  up 
  ' 
  with 
  the 
  

   mid-day 
  heat. 
  He 
  calculated 
  that 
  he 
  had 
  covered 
  about 
  7000 
  miles 
  in 
  

   coming 
  and 
  going 
  between 
  Bloxworth 
  and 
  Tomson." 
  

  

  As 
  curate 
  to 
  his 
  father, 
  he 
  lived 
  in 
  " 
  The 
  Cottage 
  " 
  near 
  the 
  Rectory 
  at 
  

   Bloxworth. 
  On 
  April 
  19, 
  1866, 
  he 
  married 
  Miss 
  Rose 
  Wallace, 
  the 
  daughter 
  

   of 
  the 
  Rev. 
  James 
  Lloyd 
  Wallace, 
  Head 
  Master 
  of 
  the 
  Grammar 
  School 
  at 
  

   Sevenoaks. 
  They 
  met 
  two 
  years 
  before, 
  on 
  his 
  first 
  visit 
  to 
  the 
  Continent. 
  

   Until 
  her 
  death 
  in 
  August, 
  1910, 
  she 
  gave 
  him 
  unwearied 
  and 
  devoted 
  help 
  

   in 
  the 
  varied 
  duties 
  of 
  the 
  parish 
  and 
  home. 
  They 
  had 
  six 
  sons, 
  of 
  whom 
  

   the 
  second 
  died 
  in 
  infancy. 
  " 
  Not 
  one 
  of 
  us," 
  writes 
  A. 
  W. 
  Pickard- 
  

   Cambridge, 
  " 
  would 
  hesitate 
  to 
  attribute 
  any 
  success 
  we 
  may 
  have 
  achieved 
  

   in 
  different 
  ways, 
  in 
  the 
  first 
  place, 
  to 
  her 
  patient 
  and 
  thorough 
  teaching." 
  

   And 
  of 
  his 
  father 
  — 
  " 
  To 
  his 
  family, 
  my 
  father 
  was 
  always 
  a 
  boy 
  among 
  boys 
  ; 
  

   he 
  shared 
  all 
  our 
  pursuits 
  and 
  amusements, 
  and, 
  without 
  knowing 
  how 
  much 
  

   we 
  were 
  gaining, 
  we 
  acquired 
  from 
  him 
  a 
  delight 
  in 
  nature 
  and 
  a 
  habit 
  of 
  

   observing 
  natural 
  objects, 
  which 
  has 
  been 
  one 
  of 
  the 
  best 
  things 
  in 
  our 
  lives. 
  

   He 
  would 
  take 
  any 
  pains 
  for 
  our 
  pleasure. 
  . 
  . 
  . 
  He 
  rarely 
  went 
  out 
  for 
  a 
  

   walk 
  or 
  for 
  a 
  collecting 
  expedition 
  without 
  one 
  or 
  more 
  of 
  us, 
  and 
  we 
  had 
  

   no 
  greater 
  pleasure 
  than 
  his 
  companionship, 
  for 
  he 
  was 
  always 
  fresh 
  and 
  

   never 
  seemed 
  to 
  grow 
  old. 
  . 
  . 
  . 
  When, 
  as 
  we 
  grew 
  older, 
  we 
  came 
  to 
  hold 
  

   views 
  different 
  from 
  his 
  own 
  on 
  many 
  matters, 
  it 
  made 
  no 
  difference 
  to 
  the 
  

   happiness 
  of 
  our 
  companionship 
  with 
  him." 
  

  

  His 
  son 
  writes 
  of 
  the 
  Bloxworth 
  life 
  : 
  " 
  From 
  the 
  time 
  of 
  his 
  entry 
  into 
  

   the 
  Rectory 
  until 
  his 
  death, 
  my 
  father 
  lived 
  the 
  uneventful 
  life 
  of 
  a 
  country 
  

   parson, 
  seldom 
  leaving 
  home, 
  except 
  for 
  a 
  few 
  days' 
  collecting 
  from 
  time 
  to 
  

   time, 
  or 
  a 
  meeting 
  of 
  the 
  Dorset 
  Field 
  Club, 
  or 
  a 
  brief 
  visit 
  to 
  London 
  or 
  

   Oxford, 
  principally 
  for 
  work 
  in 
  natural 
  history 
  museums, 
  or 
  sometimes 
  to 
  

   spend 
  a 
  few 
  days 
  with 
  a 
  brother 
  naturalist. 
  The 
  contents 
  of 
  his 
  diaries 
  

   show 
  some 
  of 
  the 
  interests 
  which 
  entered 
  into 
  a 
  singularly 
  happy 
  and 
  

   contented 
  life 
  — 
  the 
  dates 
  of 
  the 
  planting 
  and 
  digging 
  of 
  potatoes 
  — 
  of 
  the 
  

   first 
  rhubarb, 
  asparagus, 
  peas, 
  or 
  strawberries 
  — 
  of 
  the 
  ' 
  meets 
  ' 
  of 
  foxhounds 
  

   at 
  Bloxworth 
  or 
  the 
  ' 
  Red 
  Post 
  ' 
  — 
  of 
  the 
  buying 
  and 
  selling 
  of 
  pigs 
  — 
  of 
  

   concerts 
  in 
  his 
  own 
  or 
  neighbouring 
  villages. 
  . 
  . 
  . 
  He 
  was 
  an 
  old-fashioned 
  

   High 
  Churchman, 
  and 
  took 
  a 
  somewhat 
  severe 
  view 
  of 
  Dissent 
  — 
  though 
  no 
  

   Dissenter 
  ever 
  found 
  him 
  lacking 
  in 
  charity 
  in 
  times 
  of 
  need. 
  ... 
  He 
  

   thoroughly 
  understood 
  his 
  parishioners, 
  nearly 
  all 
  of 
  whom 
  were 
  farm 
  

   labourers 
  of 
  the 
  type 
  which 
  prevails 
  in 
  the 
  West 
  of 
  England 
  ; 
  he 
  knew 
  

   their 
  work 
  and 
  their 
  life 
  and 
  its 
  conditions 
  as 
  well 
  as 
  they 
  did 
  ; 
  and 
  to 
  

   every 
  one 
  in 
  the 
  parish 
  he 
  was 
  always 
  ready 
  to 
  give 
  advice 
  and 
  help 
  on 
  any 
  

  

  