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incident well illustrating the times and the state of affairs then,
both personal and public, I may say that Mr. Breck, postmaster
at the "Center," trusted me for the postage of such letters as I
received during the winter, until "I got my pay in the spring!"
The next winter, that of 1844-5, I taught school in Newburg
township. The school-house was situated just where the War-
rensville road crossed the road from Doan's corners, passing
Dolf Edward's place. My district began on the North at the
house of
Kingsbury, the pioneer, whose great grand-
daughter was a pupil of mine, and took in, towards Newburg,
the house of Lorenzo Carter, another of the pioneers. Both
these winters I "boarded round" so many days or fractions of days
to each scholar, in a family. This was then the general custom.

I began the study of medicine in the office of Prof. John Delamater, then situated on Superior St., opposite Bond St., and I continued my studies with him until I left Cleveland in the fall of 1849 to begin practice in the woods of Northern Wisconsin, where I lived for four years. My entrance upon professional study brings me down to a later period of time in the history of your city. Still, some items may be of interest. At the time of my arrival in the city, or soon after, the personel of the medical profession consisted of Doctors Long and Mills and Hicks. The latter was a London man and was our family physician. There was also a Doctor McIntosh, and I believe these to have been all.

I remember well the excitement, and many amusing scenes, connected with the transfer of the medical college from Willoughby. The establishment of that institution in your city was the influence which directed my course in life as to a profession. A pioneer institution as that was, there were some men of far more than ordinary ability connected with it. Three of them were especially noteworthy, and in my judgment would bear comparison with the occupants of chairs in the colleges of eastern cities or of Europe, and it has since been my lot to see and hear and witness the operations of many of them. These three were Professors St. John, Ackley and the elder Delamater. The

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former, Professor of Chemistry, was a fine scholar, a cultured and traveled gentleman, and if any fault could be found with his lectures, it was that they were sometimes above and beyond the students to whom they were addressed. Professor Ackley is doubtless too well imprinted in your memories to need any comment from me. He was pre-eminently a man of action—a man of powerful will and determination. If any thing was to be done he did it, and if the measure excited antagonism, woe be to the antagonists. He had the mental and physical qualifications of what he was a good surgeon, and especially a bold and skillful operator.

Possibly affection and reverence for him who was my preceptor, Prof. John Delamater, will lead me to say too much in his praise. But I think not. The subject would bear a good deal of laudation. A thorough master of his profession, he had occupied perhaps more different chairs as a professor in different medical colleges of the country than any other man, and was a clear and excellent lecturer. Dignified in bearing, kind in manner, pleasant in conversation, taking every pains to instruct, he endeared himself to his students, and he remains, I doubt not, in the memory of all of them, as he does in mine, as the model of an upright, honest, conscientious and faithful physician, albeit of a time which has passed away.

It may interest the members of my profession to say I saw the first administration of an anesthetic in Northern Ohio. It took place in the building on the south-east corner of Ontario and Prospect Sts., occupied as a medical college before the building was erected on the corner of St. Clair and Erie Sts. I suppose it would be unjust to say that this was any more than an attempt at an administration, as, to my recollection, it was far from successful in abolishing the pain of the operation, doubtless on account of the inferior quality of the ether, which was not then manufactured for inhalation. This was the beginning of a great revolution in surgery. I have since lived to see the art pass through another revolution, quite as great, that brought about by aseptic and antiseptic procedures.

I trust you will pardon the draft that I have made upon your time and patience. The tendency of age to wander on when relating the occurrences of youth, is well known, but this time I will restrain it. I feel, too, that I ought to apologize for the personal form in which I have written, yet this was scarcely to be avoided. I do not doubt that some things I have said have awakened slumbering memories and have interested you. May I not express the hope that some of the facts I have presented may help the generation now occupying the field to appreciate the changes which have taken place within a single life time. What mighty changes! Changes which have affected every phase of human life! We, who are passing away, may well express the doubt that any other generation will see such changes as we have

seen.

In introducing Mrs. Dr. Henry Gerould, Judge Hamilton said:

We have with us to-day Mrs. Henry Gerould. She has very kindly, at the invitation of our Executive Committee, consented to say something to you upon the important question of the Country School 40 years ago. I take great pleasure in now introducing her to you.

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RECITATION BY MRS. GEROULD.

THE COUNTRY SCHOOL OF FORTY YEARS AGO.

We cannot speak of hardships sore
Nor this country's early foe,

Of the tawny red man we but guess,

Of the wild beast's tread know even less.

The courage and zeal the fathers showed,
The mother's toil, the wearisome road
Are to us but tales of the past.

We know their history first and last,
And give to them the honor due
Heroic souls who brought us through
Privation and trial all the way

To these better times and an easier day.

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When forests were leveled and fields were sown,
When farms were fenced and orchards grown,
The goodly farmer turned his gaze

On the old log school house at the four cross ways,
And he decided, this man of deeds,

That a comelier building would meet the needs
Of the boys and the girls who were just coming on
In these country homes, so sturdy and strong.

So the old log house was replaced by the new,
'Twas larger and higher, more windows too,
But can any one tell, could they ever do so,
Why those blessed windows, three in a row,
Were placed by the fathers near the ceiling so high?
Not a thing could be seen, not even the sky,
By the keenest of eyes though outward bent

When wearied of books, and on mischief intent.

Not a shade shut out the glaring sun,

Not one seat had a back, no, not one,

Save the very front row, and those were so high
That the little feet, though they often might try,
Could not reach the floor, so they'd swing to and fro,
Now backward, now forward, now fast and now slow,
Till the dear little souls with nothing to say

Would find in sweet sleep the work of the day.

The desks, hacked and hewed by the unruly few,
Were a marvel of figures, some old and some new.
But the strangest thing I call to mind.

Is the fact that no matter how many the kind
Or shape of these figures, 'twas an unwritten creed
That no one ever should own to the deed.

And no one was found who had courage to say

Whose hand marred the desk in this scandalous way.

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For three months in midsummer, in dust and in heat,

The little folks sped with joyous, glad feet,

The sweet-faced young school-ma'am with pleasure to

meet.

She faithfully taught them their P's and their Q's,

Set copies in writing, but let each one choose

How much or how little of this he would use.

But the names of the presidents from Washington down,
All sovereigns of England who e'er wore a crown,
Every word in the speller from a-b to finis,

Must be learned by these children, not one could be minus.
And all in the school, both older and younger,

Paid special attention to work in Numbers.

In winter for four months, be it more or less,
A man took position as teacher,

For no woman except of rare talent possessed,
Could manage such troublesome creatures
As the boys from ten to twenty or more,
Who made for the master such continual uproar.
'Twas oftener a question of muscle than brain
Before it was settled and quiet would reign.

This teacher had read one precept well

Inscribed in the Holy Book.

In "Spare the rod and spoil the child,"

Great pleasure always took.

No child should be spoiled by his careless hand,

He "would do his duty well."

How he performed this imposed task

I will leave for you to tell.

But memory brings up to view

In shadows stern and dark,

The cruel blows, the seasoned whip,

The open knife, whose mark

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