ily moved to Cowbridge in
1796, so that the doctor had lived exactly a century in the lovely and
poetic Vale of Glamorgan, in the very heart of which Penllyn Court is
situated. Here on his one hundred and sixth birthday--a man of over
middle height, with still long, flowing hair, Druidical beard and
mustache, and bushy eyebrows--Dr. Salmon was visited by one who
writes:--

"'Seen a few days ago, the Patriarch of Penllyn Court was hale and
hearty. He eats well and sleeps well and was feeling better than he had
felt for the last five years. On that day he rose at noon, dined at
six, and retired at nine. Drank two glasses of port with his dinner,
but did not smoke. He abandoned his favorite weed at the age of ninety,
and had to discontinue his drives over his beautiful estate in his one
hundredth year. One day is much the same as another, for he gives his
two relatives little trouble in attending upon his wants. Dr. Salmon
has not discovered the elixir of life, for the shadows of life's
evening are stealing slowly over him. He cannot move about, his hearing
is dulled, and the light is almost shut out from the "windows of his
soul." Let us think of this remarkable man waiting for death
uncomplainingly in his old-fashioned mansion, surrounded by the
beautiful foliage and the broad expanse of green fields that he loved
so much to roam when a younger man, in that sylvan Sleepy Hollow in the
Vale of Glamorgan.'

"Eight weeks later he, who in youth had been 'the youngest surgeon in
the army, died, the oldest physician in the world."

Dr. William Hotchkiss, said to have reached the age of one hundred and
forty years, died in St. Louis April 1, 1895. He went to St. Louis
forty years ago, and has always been known as the "color doctor." In
his peculiar practice of medicine he termed his patients members of his
"circles," and claimed to treat them by a magnetic process. Dr. A. J.
Buck says that his Masonic record has been traced back one hundred
years, showing conclusively that he was one hundred and twenty-one
years old. A letter received from his old home in Virginia, over a year
ago, says that he was born there in 1755.

It is comforting to the members of our profession, in which the average
of life is usually so low, to be able to point out exceptions. It has
been aptly said of physicians in general: "Aliis inserviendo
consumuntur; aliis medendo moriuntur," or "In serving others they are
consumed; in healing others they are