876 JAMES CLARKE WHITE. 



His book on "Dermatitis Venenata," published in 1887, covered 

 ground hitherto but little cultivated. 



After his retirement from the Hospital and Medical School, he 

 published privately "Sketches from my Life," containing his diaries 

 while at Cambridge and in the Medical School. He also printed 

 privately a sketch of the Clarke-White family. 



He was a methodical and very industrious man, well read generally, 

 a connoisseur in food, wine, and china. Rarely sleeping after six, he 

 read for an hour before rising. Every summer he made a list of birds 

 seen, and, during a visit to the writer in the Adirondacks, a list of all 

 the berry bearing plants he encountered in the woods. 



The last years of his life he passed the months of June to October 

 at Islesboro in Penobscot Bay. His white house was on the crest of a 

 ridge one hundred feet above the water, and contained collections of 

 books, china, furniture, and pictures, which gave him great enjoyment, 

 alike in collecting and in owning. The cupola, to which he liked to 

 lead the way, commanded both east and west bays, and more than 

 twenty towns, among them Belfast, his birthplace, some ten miles 

 away. On his west porch he passed much time, delighting in the 

 everchanging views of the Camden Hills, and the activities of Gilkey 

 Harbor. No yacht entered or left unnoted by him. Many friends 

 will cherish many memories of this porch, and regret that memories 

 alone remain for them. 



Of sentiment he rarely talked, but he had it abundantly. 



Some we call good are so negatively, rather than positively. Not 

 so Dr. White. Virile, fearless, aggressive, he was a good fighting man, 

 good man of medicine, good citizen, good friend. An unusual degree 

 of these by no means synonymous forms of goodness was happily and 

 rarely blended in him. 



He was a knight, sans peur et sans reproche. In life he stood for 

 all that is best. Is there any better preparation for death, anything 

 which one of us could more wish said of him? Let us honor him by 

 striving to follow his example. 



F. C. Shattuck. 



