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There are people to whom any sense of fitness would assign a long life. Henry Moore Bates is one of these. In full vigor of mind until the end and before any physical deterioration had occurred to render his days uncomfortable to himself or his family, he died April 15th, on the sixteenth day following his 80th birthday. At eight o'clock in the evening before he died he was in bouyant spirits, his humor was keen and kindly, as always; his laughter was young. Eight hours later the end came. He was unafraid. "When it (was) time for him to take his leave, he (was) as ready to go his way as to engage in any other seemly, or self-respecting act; careful of one thing, that while life (should) last his understanding (should) never disown the relation of a being possessed of mind and social aim."