the patients whom he saw "as a friend"
were shown more consideration than others. "Come and see me next week,"
he said to one who demurred to the necessity for going again, knowing he
would not accept a fee, "and I will arrange that you shall not be
kept waiting."

[Illustration: FACSIMILE OF A PRESCRIPTION WRITTEN BY SIR ANDREW CLARK.]

The present Lord Tennyson writes: "We are among the many who are much
indebted to Sir Andrew Clark. It was in a great measure owing to him
that my father recovered from his dangerous attack of gout in 1888, when
'he was as near death as a man could be.' After this illness Sir Andrew
paid us a visit, at Aldworth, in the summer of 1889. He told us that he
had come in spite of a summons from the Shah, to which he had replied
that the Shah's Hakim could not obey, as he had promised to visit his
old friend--the old Poet. Sir Andrew added: 'This disobedience of your
humble and devoted physician for the sake of his friend, the crowned
King of Song, struck the crowned King of Kings so much that, so far from
being offended, he took a noble view, and, as a mark of signal honour,
sent me the Star of the Second Class of the Lion and Sun of Persia.'"

[Illustration: SIR JAMES CLARK.
(Eldest son of Sir Andrew Clark.)
_From a Photograph by Wyrall, Aldershot._]

Sundays were often spent out of town, at Hawarden and elsewhere, and
latterly at Camfield, the house so lately purchased. Both this and his
town house were entirely furnished, as he wished each to be complete
in itself.

Already at Essendon the example of his life was felt to be a power for
good, as well as the kind interest he took in his poorer neighbours,
inviting them up to his house, promising to give the men a dinner at
Christmas, etc. Yet Sir Andrew was no "country gentleman"; his favourite
recreation was books. On being asked: "Which way are we looking? In
which direction is London?" he replied: "I don't know." "Don't you know
how the house stands, or what soil it is built upon?" and again he had
to plead ignorance.

Nevertheless, his love of neatness made him notice if a place was in
good order. One day, driving over to see some neighbours, after
congratulating them on the well-kept garden, he was getting into the
carriage, when he suddenly remembered he had not told the gardener how
much pleased he was with the whole place, and with his usual courtesy
insisted on going back to find him.

One of Sir Andrew's holidays was a tri