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ENGLISH science is still staggering under the blow it received last week in the death of the universally respected President of its leading scientific society. The world is always the poorer for the sudden withdrawal from its many activities of a man sans peur et sans reproche, but there is always an inner world where the loss is more keenly felt, and in this case it is the turn of the world of science to mourn one who has made her name so honoured while he has made his own so loved. It is not too much to say that the death of William Spottiswoode is felt as a personal loss by every real student of any department of natural knowledge who ever came within his influence or had the opportunity of knowing anything of the pure and earnest nature of the man. As is but natural, those who have been working along those lines of thought —and they are many—which he had made or almost made his own, will feel the loss most keenly, not merely because the so precious sympathy is gone, but because of the swift insight, valuable criticisms, and happy suggestions as to future work always so freely at the disposal of any one who would consult him either in difficulties or success.
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EDITOR. William Spottiswoode . Nature 28, 217–218 (1883). https://doi.org/10.1038/028217a0
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