it away," said Sir Andrew; "I always do."
There was only one person to whose fatigue and exhaustion he was
indifferent that was himself.

It is said that he always hoped to die in his carriage or
consulting-room, and it was in the latter, while talking with a lady
(the Hon. Miss Boscawen) about some charity, that he was seized with the
illness which ended so fatally. In his case it is no morbid curiosity
which makes thousands interested in every detail concerning him.

On one day as many as six hundred people, several of whom were quite
poor patients, called to ask how he was, and daily inquiries from all
parts, including the Royal Family were a proof how much he was
respected. Very peacefully, on Monday, November 6th, about five o'clock,
he passed away, and on the following Saturday, after a service at
Westminster Abbey, he was buried at Essendon, near Camfield, the
property he had so lately bought and where he spent his last holiday.
The world has already been told how the English nation showed their
respect for the President of the College of Physicians, and in him the
profession he so dearly loved was honoured.

What was the reason of this demonstration of respect? Because
individuals seem to have felt a sense of irreparable _loss_. Very many
have the idea that there are few others with his gifts who would respond
in the same way to their demand for sympathy and help; for Sir Andrew's
interest in each patient was real. There was an attractive force about
him, difficult to describe, and which only those who knew him could
understand, for he was nothing if not original. It is impossible in this
brief sketch to give an adequate portrait of a great personality and to
tell the story of his life's work. I shall but try to mention some of
his distinctive qualities and characteristics, illustrated by a few
facts. Two or three real incidents sometimes give a better idea of a
man's character than pages of generalities.

[Illustration: THE GRAVE IN ESSENDON CHURCHYARD.
_From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith._]

Sir Andrew was born at Aberdeen in October, 1826. His father died when
he was seven years old, and his mother at his birth. To the end of his
life he regretted never having known a mother's love. His childhood,
spent with two uncles, does not seem to have been very happy, and he had
no brother or sister. He was educated at Aberdeen and Edinburgh, and at
the former place took his degree.

As a young man he gained fir