REMINISCENCES OF LORD LISTER.
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date of gathering. Each collection was kept by itself and the
flowers retained in the order in which they had been gathered,
so that they formed a kind of journal which he and my aunt
would often refresh themselves by examining on Sunday mornings
after their return to London.
Many happy holidays we shared with him in the West Indies,
across Canada, in Norway and in various parts of England.
After the meeting of the British Association in Glasgow in 1901
he accompanied us on an expedition among the islands to
Gairloch, and took a lively interest in trying to follow with us
the geology of the coast, with the aid of Sir Archibald Geikie's
Geological Map of Scotland and of the accompanying text;
although the subject was unfamiliar to him he was so much
attracted by it that he procured a copy of the map for himself
on his return.
In the following year, having been recommended to take
a sea voyage for his health, he went to South Africa with my
eldest sister. She recalled how, every morning while they were
at sea, they read together a chapter of the New Testament in
Spanish, an ode of Horace and a canto from Dante's Divina
Commedia with Wickstead's translation. He entered into the
social life on board, taking interest in the deck games and some-
times distributing the prizes to the successful competitors. 
The wealth and beauty of the Cape flora gave him much
pleasure. In addition to the plants he and my sister collected,
his faithful manservant (Henry Jones) took long walks and
brought back rich supplies; my uncle would press the flowers
with his usual minute care while my sister painted the more
striking specimens. Through the kindness of Prof. MacOwen
of the Department of Agriculture, Cape Town, many of the
plants were named, so that the little collection, the last that
my uncle made, is as complete as its predecessors.
His interest in watching birds did not develop till after he
was fifty, but once aroused it afforded him one of the greatest
pleasures of his holiday expeditions. With my father's help
he leamt to recognize the notes of our familiar birds; I well
remember his delight in the tender falling cadence of the willow-
wren's song. He and my aunt would watch the arrival of
migrants along the Dorset coast, and keep daily scores of what
they had seen; and even on their return to London the scores