Honours
Joule died at home in Sale and is buried in Brooklands cemetery there. The gravestone is inscribed with the number "772.55", his climacteric 1878 measurement of the mechanical equivalent of heat, in which he found that this amount of foot-pounds of work must be expended at sea level to raise the temperature of one pound of water from 60 to 61 F. There is also a quotation from the Gospel of John, "I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work" (9:4). The Wetherspoon's public house in Sale, the town of his death, maybe named after him, but may also likely to be linked with the name of the family brewery (joulesbrewery.co.uk for more information on origins).
- Fellow of the Royal Society, (1850);
- Royal Medal, (1852);
- Copley Medal (1870);
- President of Manchester Literary and Philosophical Society, (1860);
- President of the British Association for the Advancement of Science, (1872, 1887);
- Honorary Membership of the Institution of Engineers and Shipbuilders in Scotland, (1857);
- Honorary degrees:
- LL.D., Trinity College Dublin, (1857);
- DCL, University of Oxford, (1860);
- LL.D., University of Edinburgh, (1871).
- He received a civil list pension of £200 per annum in 1878 for services to science;
- Albert Medal of the Royal Society of Arts, (1880).
- There is a memorial to Joule in the north choir aisle of Westminster Abbey, though he is not buried there, contrary to what some biographies state.
- A statue by Alfred Gilbert, stands in Manchester Town Hall, opposite that of Dalton.
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