Selected writings of John M. Scudder.
The work of a life time in connection with congenial colleagues is bound to leave an aching void when that association is broken by death. The gentle spirit of John King had passed on and the great Howe had followed. Prof. Scudder, ever thoughtful, seems to live over again the days when the trio worked hand in hand. It suggests memory-days—anniversaries marking the passing of those who have justly won recognition to be remembered by those they have labored with and taught. Perhaps he, too, recalled the story he once told of the Eastern king who had a skeleton at every feast and of the one who, at each banquet, passed to each guest a skull on a salver, upon which was the motto, "Thou, too, are mortal." Who knows but that he, too, may have realized that he was soon to pass on. Scarcely had the ink dried on this editorial than his own spirit went to meet those of beloved colleagues, and the three great leaders of Eclecticism had joined "the innumerable caravan."—Ed. Gleaner.
HOWE.—The months roll round, and this February we have the second anniversary of the death of Professor Howe. He is buried near where he was born, at Paxton, Mass., and a granite shaft marks his last resting place. I had thought it well to again name the fact, for there are some who, going East, would go out of their way to make a pilgrimage to the spot "where they have laid him."
We do not forget the kind feeling he had to all men, but more especially to those of his own medical faith. Many will not forget his kind sympathy with their work, and the ever ready brain and hand to give assistance when it was needed.
In Cincinnati we live where everything recalls him, and we can almost hear his footsteps, his cheering voice and laugh, and the firm, earnest words supporting his opinions. A man was the better for knowing him, and his associates have many pleasant memories of the time when Professor Howe was a power in medicine and surgery.
It is well, I think, to have an anniversary of death and re-birth, when the day recalls to memory the incidents of an honorable life, that by thinking of them we may become better and stronger men. So we will have the 16th day of January as a memorial day for Professor Howe.—SCUDDER, Eclectic Medical Journal, 1894.