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Am.  Jour.  Pharm. 
April,  1897. 
tural  names,  I  do  not  really  see  how  the  botanists  can  help  out  of 
the  muddle,  for  muddle  indeed  is  the  classification  of  citrus.  I  had 
lately  one  of  the  finest  shaddocks  sent  me  I  ever  saw  ;  it  was  deli- 
cious in  flavor  and  of  a  bright  red.  I  have  grafted  plants  on  lemon 
and  orange  stocks,  and  have  two  fine  unions  growing  freely. 
In  Jamaica,  shaddock  is  shaddock  and  nothing  else ;  although  an 
old  "  nigger,"  to  please  a  questioner,  if  asked  :  Is  that  shaddock  ? 
pointing  to  a  grape  fruit,  would  say  :  yes,  massa  !  Shaddock,  sa  ' !  or 
vice  versa.  Shaddock,  however,  in  the  market,  is  shaddock,  or  the 
largest  fruit  of  the  citrus  tribe.  Grape  fruit,  or  forbidden  fruit,  pre- 
sents as  many  characters  as  other  varieties  of  citrus.  Red  flesh,  white 
flesh  ;  sour,  bitter,  sweet ;  but  the  one  called  grape  fruit  hangs  in 
clusters  like  grapes  (6  to  10  together),  hence  the  name  ;  and  there  is 
evidence  that  the  larger  kind  comes  from  the  smaller  "  The  Shad- 
dock from  the  Grape  Fruit "  (see  Bulletin  No.  9  of  this  department, 
P-  19). 
I  must  take  exception  to  the  statement,  p.  126,  "  which  are  ex- 
tremely acid."  The  author  should  have  stated  that  Jamaica 
oranges  were  extremely  acid.  Trinidad  oranges  and  Grenada  oranges 
are  extremely  sweet;  but  while  you  can  get  good  oranges  in  Jamaica, 
there  are  truly  many  sour  ones  there.  In  both  Jamaica  and  Trinidad, 
the  wisdom  of  planting  seedlings  is  being  almost  universally  doubted, 
and  my  article  225,  Bulletin,  was  especially  directed  to  this  point. 
Trinidad,  January  26,  1897. 
HERMANN  HAGER. 
By  Fred.  Hoffmann. 
On  the  gloomy  afternoon  of  the  29th  of  January,  1897,  a  small 
company,  consisting  of  a  few  relatives,  of  some  townspeople,  includ- 
ing several  local  pharmacists,  and  of  the  representatives  of  two 
pharmaceutical  papers,  followed  a  plain  hearse  to  the  graveyard  of 
the  town  of  Neu  Ruppin,  located  a  few  miles  northwest  of  the  Ger- 
man capital.  Such  was  the  funeral  of  the  Nestor  of  German  phar- 
macy of  our  generation,  Dr.  Hermann  Hager.  Flowers  and  palms 
sent  as  a  last  tribute  of  gratitude  and  respect  by  his  publishers,  and 
by  the  editors  of  the  Pharmaceutische  Zeitung,  and  of  the  Pharma- 
ceutische  Wochenschrift,  in  Berlin,  covered  the  coffin  and  the  grave, 
