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.
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