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ON March 9, Dr. Henry Clifton Sorby, F.R.S., died, aged eighty-two, at his residence in Sheffield. The news of his death, although not unexpected, was received in the city of steel with profound regret, and those who had had the privilege of knowing Dr. Sorby felt that science had lost one of her greatest sons and that Sheffield must now look back upon “another yesterday.” It is a little difficult for many of the inhabitants of “steelopolis” to realise that never again can they see the familiar figure hurrying along with bowed head, or the grave face, with, in its eyes, that far-off look which sees things beyond the ken of most men.
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A., J. Dr. H. C. Sorby, F.R.S. . Nature 77, 465–467 (1908). https://doi.org/10.1038/077465b0
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