THE LATE MR. HENRY WILSON-FOX. •
[To THE EDITOR or THE " SPECTATOR."' SIR,—Pray permit an old friend to write a few lines of sincere
regret for the passing of one who was in every sense an Empire-
builder.
" Qui ante diem periit . . . scd pro patria."
The writer was privileged in the happy days gone by to see much of Henry Wilson-Fox and of that brilliant group of " Africans" to whom the sub-Continent owes so much—Rhodes and Grey and the delectable " Doctor " and a half dozen more horn the Rhodesian Legend had attached for great purposes. What the Doctor had said when he lay dying was at least as great an incentive to his friend Wilson-Fox—" It matters nothing who does the work, or who gets the credit of its doing, so long as the work is done." That was well said, and Fox of all men was instinct with that spirit, and his friends knew full well that he brought that magic memory, no less than Lord Grey and the Doctor did in still wider spheres, to the great game of Empire-building. Fox will be much missed, for his was truly a creative influence of the very best, and the next ten years of that valuable life should have been the best and the most blessed, but Diis aliter visurn. At least he was a sower of much seed—seed which is already ripening for harvest. R.I.P.—I am, Sir, &c., F.
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