If there is one need in American medicine above another, it is literature—words that live. All our physicians are comparatively rich, and they occupy a position in the society of the communities in which they live, which is far above that occupied by the same class of men in European countries. We have not only a larger number of readers, but a larger number of men who may become writers. We are astonished, then, that so few examples of the philosopher are produced by our guild.
Certainly there is nothing inherent in medicine which tends to dwarf this manifestation of the human mind. The medical man has an opportunity to gain a deep insight into the soul, and to follow the trend of life in rare and hidden declivities and acclivities. His intelligent sympathy is called into constant and varied activity. He knows the pinch of poverty and the load