It does one good to read the biography of a man like Sir Patrick Manson. He was the sort of person who warms the cockles of the heart: a vigorous, robust personality; an upstanding handsome young fellow and in his later years a fine looking old Britisher; a genial, friendly man; one who, throughout his life, was spurred on by the strongest scientific enthusiasm, and, withal, was an easy man of the world; a successful one; a hunter and a fisherman; a lover of the English countryside and of adventure. He was a rare compound of admirable and attractive qualities.
He came from a well-to-do Scotch family, was educated in the Scotch schools, and took his degree in medicine at the University of Aberdeen. He was not, outside of medicine, a university man. He graduated in 1865 when he was 21 years old, having finished his course more than a