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dance, and there was a mile-long procession to Woodlawn Park
Cemetery in Miami for the burial ceremony. A tree, one of the
stoppers discovered by Simpson, was planted next to his grave, on a
plot deeded to the Garden Clubs of Miami by the Woodlawn Park
Cemetery Association.67 Today, more than sixty years later, that tree
remains next to his grave. Simpson willed his enormous shell collec-
tion and the part of his library devoted to that science to the Univer-
sity of Miami. The rest of his library of hundreds of books went in
part to the Flagler (later the Miami Public) Library; the remainder
can still be seen at the Chapman Field Plant Introduction Station.68
 On February 2, 1933, The Florida Society of Natural History passed
a resolution honoring Simpson:

 Whereas, in the death of Dr. Charles Torrey Simpson, honor-
 ary president ... the Society has lost a distinguished member,
 and Whereas his contributions in the fields of conchology,
 botany, and horticulture and his books on natural history on
 this unique section of the country have made him known to
 scientist and layman alike, and Whereas, as one of the pio-
 neers in the field of natural history in this southern part of
 Florida he has endeared himself to its residents and acted as
 interpreter of its natural charms, be it therefore resolved that
 The Florida Society of Natural History, recognizing its great loss,
 hereby places on record its indebtedness to this scientist and
 nature lover and expresses its sorrow at the loss of this valued
 member.9

 One can only hope that the wish Simpson expressed in Florida
Wild Life, in tribute to his favorite palm trees, has somehow been
realized:

 The royal is stately, it is an aristocrat, its outlines are sharp cut;
 as it stands in its severe beauty it is one of the most striking,
 even startling objects in the vegetable kingdom. The coconut
 has infinite grace as well as majesty; it is distinctly emblematic
 of the tropics. I hope when I die I may go to some place where
 I can see the smooth, gray columns of royals, where I can gaze
 on their splendid, black-green leaves as they are tossed and
 shaken in the strong trade wind, where the wonderful leaflets