OF JOHN ABERNETHY, F.R.S. WITH A VIEW OF HIS LECTURES, WRITINGS, AND CHARACTER. BY GEORGE MACILWAIN, F.R.C.S., AUTHOR OF MEDICINE AND SURGERY," "ONE INDUCTIVE SCIENCE," ETC., ETC. The evil that men do lives after them. The good is oft interred with their bones. r. My My father practiced on the borders of a forest, and when he was called at night to visit a distant patient, it was the greatest treat to me, when a little boy, to be allowed to saddle my pony and accompany him. I used to wonder sometimes what he could see so very disagreeable in that which to me was the greatest possible pleasure; for whether we were skirting a bog in the darkest night, or cantering over the heather by moonlight (the colder the better), I certainly thought there could be nobody happier than I and my pony. father knew the forest nearly as well as his own garden; but still, in passing bogs in impenetrable darkness, the more refined topography of a forester would be necessary; and it was on one of these occasions that I first heard two words, "Meward" and "Abernethy," the one from our forester guide, which I have never heard since, and the other, which I have heard more frequently, perhaps, than any other. The idea I then had of Abernethy was that he was a great man who lived in London. The next distinct impression I have of him was derived from hearing my father say that a |