script journal were made of use to the Tuckey Congo Expedition.

Waterton's final allusion to Banks is an echo of the popular opinion of his time. "Death robbed England of one of her most valuable subjects, and deprived the Royal Society of its brightest ornament."'1

William Buckland (afterward Dean of Westminster), with his friend William Conybeare (fellow-geologist and afterward Dean of Llandaff), became much attached to Banks in his old age. Conybeare was one of the earlier members of the Geological Society and F.R.S. in 1819. Buckland had joined the Royal Society the previous year. He had already shown great promise of his future distinction in science, and was excellent company for Banks. After the latter's death he planted at Christchurch and at Islip a quantity of Rosa Banksiæ,2 as a token of regard for his memory.

Henry Brougham had been a friend of Banks from his youth. He joined the Royal Society in 1803. He always had a smattering of science, but he was not a devotee of anything but his own self-advancement. As early as December, 1800, he was "disgusted with" the legal profession, and was "resolved to attempt an opening in the political line"; and begs that Banks will remember him if a chance opens for him. When the Edinburgh Review began to startle the world, Banks appears to have taken exception to its tone; and, besides, pointed out some inaccuracies in the critical references to the African Association and other matters in which he was interested. Brougham replied to this in apologetic vein ;

1 v. Pref. to Wanderings.

* Or Lady Banks Rose, so named by Robert Brown; originally sent from Canton in 1807 by William Kerr.

In Buckland's Life there is inserted a sketch of his own, of Banks's library: with the helpless old gentleman propped up in a deep chair; Brown is at the shelves, Buckland and Conybeare are bidding adieu. With a little idealization, it would make a capital subject for a portrait picture.

but the Edinburgh was selling splendidly ("the first edition in 5 days, the second going off rapidly"), and Brougham was already in full sail upon what turned out to be a really memorable career. Henceforth, there was a distinct gulf between them on public matters; but not wide enough to break their friendship.

Brougham's memorial of his old friend, in the form of an essay upon his life and doings and his services to the country, is proof of the very high regard and affection he had for Banks. Apart from the necessary rhetoric, its pages breathe the truest personal sentiment toward him, while they record the achievements of "a life devoted to the love of wisdom."

CHAPTER XX

"A FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN"

Sir Joseph Banks to Sir Everard Home.

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"SPRING GROVE, September 24, 1817.

OUR permission to visit Lincolnshire this autumn gives me spirits to undertake the journey. I felt something so near the necessity of going, that it would have been a want of courage to decline it,-which my countrymen would have censured, had I passed the autumn without a return of my last year's complaint. I have arranged my journey with very short stages; none so much as forty miles a day, and on three of the four days I must spend on the road I shall be received at the houses of my friends. . . On Sunday I start, and stop the night at Lord Salisbury's at Hatfield. The first week in November brings me back, so that in truth I shall have little time to grow worse. I expect every minute the arrival of the Queen and Princesses from Windsor, who have promised me the honour of a visit this day."

When Banks wrote this letter, he was recovering from an attack of gout. Sir Everard was himself an invalid, with threats of the same tiresome complaint as his friend. Banks evidently meant to go to Revesby once more. It turned out to be the very last time he was able to do so. He writes to Home on October 5, having just arrived:

Our journey was very slow, not more than thirty-five