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not having worked at medicine with so much zeal as he would 

 have done if he had been obliged to gain his living. 



He had a pet economy in paper, but it was rather a hobby 

 than a real economy. All the blank sheets of letters received 

 were kept in a portfolio to be used in making notes ; it was 

 his respect for paper that made him write so much on the 

 backs of his old MS., and in this way, unfortunately, he de- 

 stroyed large parts of the original MS. of his books. His 

 feeling about paper extended to waste paper, and he objected, 

 half in fun, to the careless custom of throwing a spill into the 

 fire after it had been used for lighting a candle. 



My father was wonderfully liberal and generous to all his 

 children in the matter of money, and I have special cause to 

 remember his kindness when I think of the way in which he 

 paid some Cambridge debts of mine — making it almost seem 

 a virtue in me to have told him of them. In his later years 

 he had the kind and generous plan of dividing his surplus at 

 the year's end among his children. 



He had a great respect for pure business capacity, and 

 often spoke with admiration of a relative who had doubled 

 his fortune. And of himself would often say in fun that 

 what he really was proud of was the money he had saved. 

 He also felt satisfaction in the money he made by his books. 

 His anxiety to save came in a great measure from his fears 

 that his children would not have health enough to earn their 

 own livings, a foreboding which fairly haunted him for many 

 years. And I have a dim recollection of his saying, " Thank 

 God, you'll have bread and cheese," when I was so young 

 that I was rather inclined to take it literally. 



When letters were finished, about three in the afternoon, 

 he rested in his bedroom, lying on the sofa and smoking a 

 cigarette, and listening to a novel or other book not scientific. 

 He only smoked when resting, whereas snuff was a stimulant, 

 and was taken during working hours. He took snuff for 

 many years of his life, having learnt the habit at Edinburgh 

 as a student. He had a nice silver snuff-box given him by 

 Mrs. Wedgwood of Maer, which he valued much — but he 



