authorship, namely, that of the Romancer; and by his an of The 10th birthday of Dr. Holmes occurred Aug. 27 1899. Dec. 3d of the same year the Preisd as publicher of the "Atlantic Monthly ssor of gave and I know a breakfast in his honor. Precillet Elist of Harvard, was one of the akers on that occation. He said of ter Holness: "I have known hyn as ProAnatomy and Physiology in the. medical school of Harvard University for the last shilly by the most active gud years and rgin to day as hard working geweldy right wonthey the of our lectures...... He deliers your lectures were well it is the pen with year. Yer which we Homes is chiefly thilful. I as sure you that he is equally skilful with scapel and with microtope. w Per Atlantic Monthly Supplement Lach of them armed with a deadly rattan ; The six young damsels wept aloud, Which so prevailed on six young men, ner: a Romance of Destiny. / In this work Dr Holmes ventured in a new field of authorship, namely, that of the Romancer; and by his clear and accurate conception, and his faithful and vivid delineation of character, and by his mastery of the resources of narrative and dialogue, to which he brought those also of wit and satire, he proved himself as skilful a tiller of this semi-poetic precinct as he was new. In 1861, Dr. Holmes issued a collection of his professional writings, under the name of Currents and Counter-currents in Medical Science, with other Addresses and Essays. During the late war, no voice of hard was oftener raised, surely none in more rousing, devout, patriotic, or, to the disloyal and craven, in more scathing utterance than that of Holmes through his War Lyrics. Here is one of the last elass, "dedicated to the stay-at-home rangers": THE SWEET LITTLE MAN. Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles, All the brave boys under canvas are sleeping, You with the terrible war-like moustaches, You with the waist made for sword-belts and sashes, Bring him the buttonless garment of woman! Muster the Apron-string Guards on the Common, Give him for escort a file of young misses, All the fair maidens about him shall cluster, O, but the Apron-string Guards are the fellows' Have we a nation to save? In the first place Surely the spot where there's shooting's the worst plae Catch me confiding my person with strangers! Such were the soldiers that scaled the Redan; Yield him the sidewalk, ye nursery maidens! When the red flails of the battle-field's threshers When the brown soldiers come back from the borders, Fear not for him, though the rebels expect him,— Now then, nine cheers for the Stay-at-home Ranger! Take your white-feather plume, sweet little man! As a lyric of the rousing and patriotic order, the follow ing may well serve: VOYAGE OF THE GOOD SHIP UNION. 'TIS midnight: through my troubled dream Before the gale, with tattered sail, A ship goes plunging by. What name? Where bound?-The rocks around The good ship, Union, Southward bound: God help her and her crew! And is the old flag flying still That o'er our fathers flew, With bands of white and rosy light, And field of starry blue? Ay! look aloft! its folds full oft Have braved the roaring blast, Speak, pilot of the storm-tost bark! O landsman, these are fearful seas Nay, ruler of the rebel deep, What matters wind or wave? The rocks that wreck your reeling deck O landsman, art thou false or true? |