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rately described than were Osler's by the the Chancellor's Prize and a silver Chirurgical Faculty of Maryland, soon trophy for his prowess in running. after his death:

From there, to Trinity University,

Toronto, studying medicine at this Physician, teacher, guide, lover of his

college and at McGill University, fellow man. Noble exemplar of charity and tolerance and temperance and work

Montreal. He was graduated at the and love; untiring stimulator and benefac- age of twenty-three. After continuing tor of this society; whose sparkling wit and genial subtle humour smoothed the rough

his study of medicine in London, Leipway of life for so many weary spirits; whose zig, and Vienna, he returned to Canada presence banished discord and suspicion. in 1874 to take the Chair of the InstiThe gap which his absence leaves among us will forever be warmed by the glow of that

tute of Medicine at McGill. all-embracing love which radiated from his In 1884 he was appointed Gulstonian presence like a halo of light, and brought to

lecturer for the year by the Royal Colall about him, something of the peace which now is his.

lege of Physicians in London, and in

that year he became professor of clinical William Osler came of a distinguished medicine in the University of PennsylCanadian family, the youngest of six vania. There he remained five years. boys and two girls, all of whom have Then followed his third professorship, left their mark on the world, “in that in Johns Hopkins University, which he state of life to which it pleased God to held until 1905, when he left amid call them". The father was in the universal expressions of admiration and British navy, but was persuaded by his regret to become regius professor of godfather to go into the Anglican medicine in Oxford University. . church. Leaving the navy, he went to William Osler had an abnormal Cambridge, took orders, then heard capacity for work. He named it, in one “the call" and, accompanied by his of his addresses, the master word in young Cornish wife, went to Canada as medicine. Like those men who have a missionary no sinecure in those system, he used every moment of his early days.

waking hours, yet seemed to have leiSir William was born at Bond Head, sure to carry on a daily flow of letters, to Ontario, on July 12, 1849. His parents play with children, to entertain numberwere anxious that one of their six sons less guests who flocked from all parts of should follow in the father's footsteps the world to the “Open Arms” (as he and join the church; but one by one the called his home at Norham Gardens), sons adopted some other profession. and to visit the sick and sorrowful, Finally the parents' desire was centred from whom he sometimes had to come on the last, the Benjamin. Willie Osler, away "whistling that he might not as he was then called, did his best and weep". studied for the ministry. On the eve He found time to be a constant of taking holy orders, he found it im- attendant of meetings, to take a leading possible. So he was lost to the church part in his profession, to "read, mark, and won by medicine. Considering all learn and inwardly digest his books", the profession gained through his ad- to found libraries, visit hospitals, entervocacy, we cannot find it in our hearts tain undergraduates, give lectures, be to regret this step.

the moving spirit in his home, and alHe went first to a grammar school at ways to prove a source of inspiration or Weston, then to Trinity College School, consolation to others. “Hurry is the Port Hope, Ontario, where he received Devil" was a constant remark, so he lived by the clock and was rarely late sometimes tactless to an unbelievable for an appointment. From those that degree; he could not and would not would waste his precious time he would suffer fools at all, and he exacted un"softly and silently vanish away" with qualified devotion and freedom to go a charming smile and wave of a cheer- his own way. He loved practical jokes ful hand. He was wont to shake his but he was not at all happy when they head and murmur, “So much to do, the were played on him. Yet one of the undone vast”, yet never thought with great charms of Osler was that he was Hamlet:

so human, and had so much love and

understanding of humanity. It is as a The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

man that his friends remember him,

and it is thus that he should always be His textbook, "The Principles and remembered. Practice of Medicine”, published in 1892, saw eleven editions by 1912. Of The Life of William Osler. By Harvey the first edition 23,000 copies were

Cushing. Two volumes. Oxford Uni

versity Press. sold. It was published in France, Germany, China, and in Spain.

Osler was a great physician, a greater educator, and a greater friend. He was fortunate in life to have known

SOUL TRAVELS what he wanted, and to have got it.

By Winifred Katzin And he was fortunate, when life ended,

FTER and who has painted a the world in search of itself, Count portrait of him that will convey to Keyserling arrives back home at last, posterity an adequate and appropriate the happier, it is to be inferred, for a idea of the kind of man he was.

hoard of enriching experiences. He Eventually there is bound to be an- has had an illuminating, though perother biography of him. I venture to haps not precisely a successful, time say that it will dwell at far greater of it. length on the first half of his life. Much in the manner of the oriental Those who knew Osler intimately will psychics who can erase at will all conbe astonished to find scant reference to sciousness from their own minds' surthe interesting Francis family with face in order to receive impressions whom he lived for so many years in from their consultants' unimpaired, Montreal; to Nancy Astor to whom he this quasi-German philosopher has was legal guardian and who has often achieved a wholly un-European power shown her capacity to do and say inter- of similar receptivity, which invests esting, indeed even startling things; the chronicle of his adventures with and finally to the playful side of his immense authority and interest. The nature. To make a man into a saint, supernormal keenness and range of his though he deserves it, does not always vision have enabled him to discern, do bim justice. William Osler had through her many veils, the features of extraordinarily great qualities, his feet the secret East. Hindu, Brahmin, were less of clay than those of most Buddhist and Moslem have yielded up men, but he was passionate in his likes to his all-penetrating inspection their and dislikes, he was often indiscreet, quintessential identities, which he has


understood as no Westerner has ever is possible at all, succeed in founding the done before.

kingdom of heaven upon earth. Unlike most other philosophers whose With chameleon-like rapidity, and preoccupations are mainly metaphysi- with far greater than chameleon-like cal and scientific, Count Keyserling success, Count Keyserling changes himdiscloses a poet's sensitiveness to the self to fit in with his ever shifting backbeauties of places and people and other ground. Once quit of the East, he inoutward manifestations of the hidden stantly recovers a Western equilibrium beauty which is their source. His and establishes anew within his soul diary abounds in splendid descriptions and mind the Western attitude he reof the jungle and its creatures, subordi- linquished upon setting foot on Indian nate, it is true, to the philosophical medi- soil. He arrives in America and protations which crowd in upon them, but ceeds to analyze the nature of this deeply felt and expressed.

amazing country and the amazing Students of the ancient, and hither people who have made it. Perhaps it to imperfectly interpreted religions is because his field of observation is of the East, will find here what they now less remote that we begin to detect must long have sought in vain a certain parti pris in his judgments, as Western soul thoroughly attuned to when, in an early chapter of his Diary, the spirit and soul of the Orient, and he uttered rather foolish commoncapable of maintaining a perfect unity places about the Englishman. Or it with both for as long as the purposes of may be that he really does see the realization and interpretation require. Orient more truthfully and more proIt is as though the very voice of the foundly, on account of some spiritual East were speaking through the medium affinity with it of which he is himself of a European tongue. There is a pas- but faintly aware. At any rate, the sage toward the end of the book in interest of his book takes a sharp dewhich Count Keyserling sums up his cline after the sixtieth chapter. final judgment in the matter of religion: He is home for some days before he

asks himself the question which to And now I recognize that the practical superiority of Christianity is the expression

answer is to resolve the greatest probof an absolute metaphysical advantage: it

lem of his life: Has his long journey embodies, as no other religion does, the

brought him closer to a knowledge of spirit of freedom. Man, conditioned by nature, can show himself free only in two

himself, or is be as far away from that ways: by saying yes inwardly to all events, as ever? He believes he is nearer, but and by taking the initiative in directing

not yet near enough. And it is Bach them. If the Indians, the profoundest of all thinkers, fail in practical life, this is

who answers the question for him, as due to the fact that they do not know how his soul, a little weary of its protracted to impress their free being upon appearance. Instead of taking up their cross, they think

explorations, finds solace in a fugue. of its insubstantiality, which releases them If only I could think as this man comjust as little as the denial of an undesirable posed”, he sighs; “if my recognition relationship removes the relation. ... We know nothing like as much as they do; but

could mirror such depth as his music the teaching of Christ induces us to live does, then I would have reached my unconsciously accordingly to their knowledge. Thus we are more destined to action than they are. We are the hands of God. Browning, did Count Keyserling but These hands, as hands, are blind, and their remember, could have told him long blindness has caused much mischief. But if one day they are guided by the spirit of

ago that one act of creation can be inrecognition, it is they who will, in so far as it terpreted only in terms of another,

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that, in fact, you can't get at the heart book, remains her best. “Body and of mystery with a pick ax, however Raiment”, published two years later, skilfully you may wield it

is far less interesting, the bright

moments being the very early ones. The rest may reason and welcome, 'Tis we musicians Know.

In “Profiles from Home" the poet

strikes plane so low as to seem inThe literary quality of the book is credible. She attempts, by sketches ruined in this pseudo-English version, in free verse, to do for these States owing to the restrictions placed upon what her first volume did for China. the translator by the author himself. But the results are the very opposite; His incredible letter, directing how the the conceptions are feeble, the execution work should be done, is quoted in the less than inadequate. This “etching" preface, and is a very necessary justi- from Chicago is typical: fication for the grotesque construction of the sentences and the purely German

PROGRESS character of the language throughout.

It is evening, and the shop which eats their It is unforgivable,

lives is closed now. The publishers are to be congratu

They are sitting on the lodging-house steps,

slack and weary, lated upon an admirable piece of book- There is nothing to do, and nothing to making.

think of.
A cart-horse shambles by.

“Say, Mame. Ever ride behind one of The Travel Diary of a Philosopher. By

Count Hermann Keyserling. Trans- “Never. Did you?”
lated by J. Holroyd Reece. Two volumes. “A grocer boy give me a ride once.”
Harcourt, Brace and Company.

“What wuz it like?
“Oh, sort of shaky and different. Slow



A silence, then,

“Guess there won't be no more of them By Louis Untermeyer

Guess not." "HE title is not intended as a re

viewer's shrug at being confronted Once in a while there is a gleam of with six wholly unrelated volumes, but poetic color, once in a while a sardonic to indicate the geographical even more incision. But for the greater part, the than the technical disparity in their commentary is as flat as the satire is authors. Mrs. Tietjens is the only superficial. "Now at last", trumpets local representative, and patriotism as the jacket, “Mrs. Tietjens gives us the well as place aux dames leads me to turn book for which her admirers have long first to her. But it is a dubious cour- been waiting.” Out of respect for the tesy. All the gallantry in the world author of “Profiles from China”, I cannot keep me from feeling that “Pro- murmur “God forbid!” files from Home" is an exceedingly Of the remaining five volumes, four inept offering. It is poor enough on its hail from England. The least pretenown account; coming from Mrs. Tiet- tious is Laurence Binyon's booklet: a jens it is disheartening. Mrs. Tiet- charming two colored limited edition jens's poetry, it appears, has come down of nine poems from the Japanese. Mr. a steady series of descending levels. Binyon commits the error of adding “Profiles from China" (1917), her first rhymes to his "adaptations”, and the

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result is less Japanese than Georgian. Whatever Mr. Muir chooses to be in For example, a fragment supposed to future, such performances, and particbe by “Gotokudaiji no Sadaijin" is ularly the "Ballad of Eternal Life", rendered thus:

prove him now no mere poetic person

ality but succinctly a poet. Thrilled, I turned my gaze, Where a sharp, sweet tone

Two Sitwells next. Neither of them Quivered in the cuckoo's earliest cry is The Sitwell. That title must be reLo, the morning moon alone

served for Edith Sitwell, the originator Beams her silence from the empty sky.

of one of the most piquant idioms in It needs no Amy Lowell or Arthur contemporary poetry. Of the two Waley to tell us that this is as far from brothers, Osbert (author of "Triple the land of the chrysanthemum as Fugue") is the more lavish, Sacheverell Piecadilly. If Mr. Binyon's other work is the more particular. Osbert is condid not convince me he was incapable cerned with the ironies of life; Sachevof anything so low, I would say that erell is rooted in the subtleties of art. here the white haired singer was pulling One likes Osbert better for what he both of the reader's legs.

feels; one cares more for the way SaIt is with the utmost modesty that cheverell expresses his slighter but finer the sensitive critic of “Attitudes" grained æstheticisms.

grained ästheticisms. Together, they makes his début as a poet. Even the furnish not so much a contrast as a paper jacket (or dust cover, as Mr. complement; against Osbert's savage Muir's compatriots call it) is an appro- analyses of Mrs. Freudenthal and her priate dove grey. At first one is disap- auction bridge world (modeled after pointed. One looks -- and looks in T. S. Eliot) Sacheverell pits the cool vain – for that mixture of audacious elegance of the Venus of Bolsover gaiety and volatile illumination which Castle; to the angry denunciations in makes Muir's essays so brilliant and the section entitled “Sing Praises " distinctive. But it is not long before (from “Out of the Flame”) the youngthe reader discovers other qualities est Sitwell adds the metaphysical deliwhich amply compensate for the lack cacies of “Doctor Donne and Garof the familiar ones. There is an unus- gantua". To get the full flavor of ual if unobtrusive power of vision in either volume the reader should have these “First Poems". The author is both. particularly successful in summoning The last of this group, in spite of the and holding the dream atmosphere: the American production of one of his plays, “Ballad of Eternal Life”, in spite of is even more foreign to these states. I its faint overtones of Hofmannsthal, is hope I shall not be accused of a plot to an almost freezing evocation of that destroy the National Security League nebulous state between consciousness when I state that the best of these six and nightmare. Almost as arresting poets is both a German and a Comis the Scotch paraphrase, the “Ballad munist. “The Swallow-Book" is a of a Flood”, a lively pendant to Irwin translation of Ernst Toller's most Russell's Negro variation on the same recent work “ Das Schwalbenbuch", a theme. And, among the shorter poems, sequence of free verse soliloquies oc"Childhood", "Grass", and "The casioned by the nesting of two swallows Enchanted Prince" attain something in his cell, during the young poet's five of the clarity which philosophic poetry year incarceration in the fortress of strives for but so seldom attains. Niederschoenenfeld. As a creative

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