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books of the first year of legal study。 More or less； I say； but I am afraid it was less rather than more。 For during that year I first tasted the intoxicating pleasure of authorship。 A college periodical； conducted by friends of mine； still undergraduates； tempted me into print； and there is no form of lead…poisoning which more rapidly and thoroughly pervades the blood and bones and marrow than that which reaches the young author through mental contact with type…metal。 Qui a bu； boira；he who has once been a drinker will drink again； says the French proverb。 So the man or woman who has tasted type is sure to return to his old indulgence sooner or later。 In that fatal year I had my first attack of authors' lead…poisoning； and I have never got quite rid of it from that day to this。 But for that I might have applied myself more diligently to my legal studies； and carried a green bag in place of a stethoscope and a thermometer up to the present day。
What determined me to give up Law and apply myself to Medicine I can hardly say； but I had from the first looked upon that year's study as an experiment。 At any rate； I made the change； and soon found myself introduced to new scenes and new companionships。
I can scarcely credit my memory when I recall the first impressions produced upon me by sights afterwards become so familiar that they could no more disturb a pulse…beat than the commonest of every…day experiences。 The skeleton； hung aloft like a gibbeted criminal； looked grimly at me as I entered the room devoted to the students of the school I had joined； just as the fleshless figure of Time； with the hour…glass and scythe； used to glare upon me in my childhood from the 〃New England Primer。〃 The white faces in the beds at the Hospital found their reflection in my own cheeks； which lost their color as I looked upon them。 All this had to pass away in a little time； I had chosen my profession； and must meet its painful and repulsive aspects until they lost their power over my sensibilities。
The private medical school which I had joined was one established by Dr。 James Jackson； Dr。 Walter Channing； Dr。 John Ware； Dr。 Winslow Lewis； and Dr。 George W。 Otis。 Of the first three gentlemen I have either spoken elsewhere or may find occasion to speak hereafter。 The two younger members of this association of teachers were both graduates of our University； one of the year 1819； the other of 1818。
Dr。 Lewis was a great favorite with students。 He was a man of very lively temperament； fond of old books and young people； open…hearted； free…spoken； an enthusiast in teaching； and especially at home in that apartment of the temple of science where nature is seen in undress； the anthropotomic laboratory； known to common speech as the dissecting…room。 He had that quality which is the special gift of the man born for a teacher；the power of exciting an interest in that which he taught。 While he was present the apartment I speak of was the sunniest of studios in spite of its mortuary spectacles。 Of the students I met there I best remember James Jackson； Junior； full of zeal and playful as a boy； a young man whose early death was a calamity to the profession of which he promised to be a chief ornament； the late Reverend J。 S。 C。 Greene； who； as the prefix to his name signifies； afterwards changed his profession； but one of whose dissections I remember looking upon with admiration； and my friend Mr。 Charles Amory； as we call him； Dr。 Charles Amory； as he is entitled to be called； then； as now and always； a favorite with all about him。 He had come to us from the schools of Germany； and brought with him recollections of the teachings of Blumenbach and the elder Langenbeck； father of him whose portrait hangs in our Museum。 Dr。 Lewis was our companion as well as our teacher。 A good demonstrator is；I will not say as important as a good Professor in the teaching of Anatomy； because I am not sure that he is not more important。 He comes into direct personal relations with the students；he is one of them； in fact； as the Professor cannot be from the nature of his duties。 The Professor's chair is an insulating stool； so to speak； his age； his knowledge； real or supposed； his official station； are like the glass legs which support the electrician's piece of furniture； and cut it off from the common currents of the floor upon which it stands。 Dr。 Lewis enjoyed teaching and made his students enjoy being taught。 He delighted in those anatomical conundrums to answer which keeps the student's eyes open and his wits awake。 He was happy as he dexterously performed the tour de maitre of the old barber…surgeons； or applied the spica bandage and taught his scholars to do it； so neatly and symmetrically that the aesthetic missionary from the older centre of civilization would bend over it in blissful contemplation； as if it were a sunflower。 Dr。 Lewis had many other tastes； and was a favorite； not only with students； but in a wide circle； professional； antiquarian； masonic； and social。
Dr。 Otis was less widely known； but was a fluent and agreeable lecturer； and esteemed as a good surgeon。
I must content myself with this glimpse at myself and a few of my fellow…students in Boston。 After attending two courses of Lectures in the school of the University； I went to Europe to continue my studies。
You may like to hear something of the famous Professors of Paris in the days when I was a student in the Ecole de Medicine； and following the great Hospital teachers。
I can hardly believe my own memory when I recall the old practitioners and Professors who were still going round the hospitals when I mingled with the train of students that attended the morning visits。 See that bent old man who is groping his way through the wards of La Charity。 That is the famous Baron Boyer； author of the great work on surgery in nine volumes； a writer whose clearness of style commends his treatise to general admiration； and makes it a kind of classic。 He slashes away at a terrible rate； they say； when he gets hold of the subject of fistula in its most frequent habitat； but I never saw him do more than look as if he wanted to cut a good dollop out of a patient he was examining。 The short； square； substantial man with iron…gray hair； ruddy face； and white apron is Baron Larrey； Napoleon's favorite surgeon； the most honest man he ever saw；it is reputed that he called him。 To go round the Hotel des Invalides with Larrey was to live over the campaigns of Napoleon； to look on the sun of Austerlitz； to hear the cannons of Marengo； to struggle through the icy waters of the Beresina； to shiver in the snows of the Russian retreat； and to gaze through the battle smoke upon the last charge of the red lancers on the redder field of Waterloo。 Larrey was still strong and sturdy as I saw him； and few portraits remain printed in livelier colors on the tablet of my memory。
Leave the little group of students which gathers about Larrey beneath the gilded dome of the Invalides and follow me to the Hotel Dieu； where rules and reigns the master…surgeon of his day； at least so far as Paris and France are concerned；the illustrious Baron Dupuytren。 No man disputed his reign； some