Edward Claypole, The Scientist—Comstock, 23 
certainty. Could the public mind be fairly tinctured with this spirit 
in vain would quacks and charlatans parade their efforts to catch its 
ear.” 
“To one accustomed to narrow views especially on the subject 
of time, it is a revelation to contemplate the almost endless, or, rather, 
beginningless periods with which geology deals. As astronomy en- 
ables the eye to penetrate distances before unconceived and _ strength- 
ens the mind to burst through imaginary barriers hitherto erected to 
space, so geology gives us the power of looking back over aeons of time 
that almost surpass our previous conception of eternity and enables 
us to revel in a wealth cf duration equal to that of extent as re- 
vealed by the telescope.” 
Immigrants. (A beautiful specimen of his popular work, ex- 
tremely interesting without sacrifice of one iota of scientific accuracy.) 
Cause of the Last War of Granada. (Full of Meat.) 
The Story of Louis Napoleon. (A Charming Essay.) 
Mud Run. (Uncertain date.) 
Ancient Lake at Old Portage, Ohio. (Date of publication un- 
known. ) 
Another list of titles taken from the volumes of classi- 
fied notes on his shelves, forms the pabulum of lectures not 
written out in full, illustrating the range of his investigations 
for such purpose. 
He was by training and by circumstances, all his life, a 
teacher. Learned as he was, endowed by nature, and equipped 
through earnest study, his instruction could not but be of the 
quality best adapted to entice and stimulate his students to do 
their best, and in doing it to come into close touch with the 
inner nature of the man. His great career as geologist was 
not the one glory of his life, for his record as teacher was 
equally exalted, and above all, his manhood shone forth sub- 
lime. 
From the pen, as from the heart, of an active and honored 
American geologist came these words upon learning of his 
death,—‘‘Many of the best scientific men of the United States 
received their early training and inspiration at the hands of 
Dr. Claypole.” And so I trust the lack of completeness in 
this biography, a slight return for gracious favors received at 
his hands, may be overcome by the contemplation of what he 
must have been to many others. 
