and equable temperament--whatever he did, filled with sure purpose and
swift conviction.

Dr. A. D. Blackader, acting Dean of the Medical Faculty of McGill
University, himself speaking from out of the shadow, thus appraises his
worth: "As a teacher, trusted and beloved; as a colleague, sincere and
cordial; as a physician, faithful, cheerful, kind. An unkind word he
never uttered." Oskar Klotz, himself a student, testifies that the
relationship was essentially one of master and pupil. From the head of
his first department at McGill, Professor, now Colonel, Adami, comes the
weighty phrase, that he was sound in diagnosis; as a teacher inspiring;
that few could rise to his high level of service.

There is yet a deeper aspect of this character with which we are
concerned; but I shrink from making the exposition, fearing lest with my
heavy literary tread I might destroy more than I should discover. When
one stands by the holy place wherein dwells a dead friend's soul--the
word would slip out at last--it becomes him to take off the shoes from
off his feet. But fortunately the dilemma does not arise. The task
has already been performed by one who by God has been endowed with the
religious sense, and by nature enriched with the gift of expression;
one who in his high calling has long been acquainted with the grief
of others, and is now himself a man of sorrow, having seen with
understanding eyes,

These great days range like tides,
And leave our dead on every shore.

On February 14th, 1918, a Memorial Service was held in the Royal
Victoria College. Principal Sir William Peterson presided. John
Macnaughton gave the address in his own lovely and inimitable words, to
commemorate one whom he lamented, "so young and strong, in the prime of
life, in the full ripeness of his fine powers, his season of fruit and
flower bearing. He never lost the simple faith of his childhood. He
was so sure about the main things, the vast things, the indispensable
things, of which all formulated faiths are but a more or less stammering
expression, that he was content with the rough embodiment in which
his ancestors had laboured to bring those great realities to bear as
beneficent and propulsive forces upon their own and their children's
minds and consciences. His instinctive faith sufficed him."

To his own students John McCrae once quoted the legend from a picture,
to him "the most suggestive picture in the world": What I spent I had:
wh