Horticulture has suffered few more severe losses for many years past than in the death of this gentleman, which occurred at his house, at Moro, Illinois, on the 30th of March, in the 49th year of his age. He attended the meeting of the American Pomological Society, as its Secretary, at its last meeting, at Baltimore, and had an attack of the typhoid fever soon after his return, and it was from the effects of this attack that he died. His love for agriculture and horticulture grew out of his scholarly attainments, grafted on a thorough love of nature, and together made him a rare type of all that is most admirable in a Horticulturist. Thus his love for the art was for its own sake, and not for the mere bread and butter or the social power it would bring.

Yet he was not without honor, as such single-heartedness rarely is. He had been already an honored Senator in his own State Legislature, and had been prominently named as a representative of his State in the United States Senate; and though not perhaps known to him, there were warm friends who had resolved that he should sometime have a chance for the Presidency of the United States. It was the writer's good fortune to know him intimately as well as personally as a mere lover of Horticulture, and he can heartily say, that in his long experience with Horticulturists, he has rarely met one whose example in every walk of life was so worthy of following as that of Willard C. Flagg. His sympathies were not, however, confined to Horticulturists or Agriculturists, but were for all. All have lost a friend.