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 THE-C9ni)?R Volxitne V Janiarx-Febrviarx» 1903 Nxitnber 1 IN HEMORIAM: Chester Barlow. BY HENRY REED TAYLOR. WORDS cannot tell, and the pea falters as a thing which is feeble and fut- ile in an effort to express all that is comprehended in the simple words, "Barlow is gone." If to live nobly life's alloted span, doing each day one's best in all things; turn- ing aside from no task in the line of duty until it be accomplished; joyously and unselfishly striving until the end, in order that others might be benefited and share the full measure of happiness found in a true interpretation of Nature's manifold charms — if these and other lovable attributes point close to a perfect life, then may it be said that not in vain did Chester Barlow live. His works, and the many seeds of kindness he delighted to scatter along the way, have not been lost to us who knew and loved him; and while he has passed on, and left in many a heart an aching void which cannot soon be comforted, there are lessons we have learned from him, treasured memories of an enthusiastic nat- uralist, a true-hearted gentleman and loyal, helpful friend, which time can never efface. The sense of personal loss which we as club members feel cannot be lightly expressed. What the world of science and letters has missed in the passing of a student, observer and writer of such uncommon talents cannot be measured now, but we know that as his influence was broadening and uplifting upon all with whom he came in contact, so the unfolding of his mature mind, the revivifying of all that he touched, gave promise of great things in the future. Certainly it may be said, a beacon light of ornithology on the West Coast glimmered fitfully and expired when the brave spirit of Chester Barlow left the world. Digitized by Google