DOCTOR COOK AS A GEOLOGIST. 



BY MAJ. J. W. POWELL, PH.D., LL.D. 



" Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more 

 Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, 

 I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, 

 And with forced fingers rude, 

 Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 

 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, 

 Compel me to disturb your season due :" 



One by one the great men depart. As they pass from 

 the sphere of personal association through the portal of 

 the grave into the world of immortal influence, their 

 deeds and honors are recounted by those who remain. 

 When the last entry has been made, the book opened and 

 the account rendered, blessed is he whose good deeds 

 more than balance his emoluments, whose services to 

 mankind more than equal the honors paid him by man- 

 kind, for, " It is more blessed to give than to receive."' 

 Thrice blessed is the man whose life and services we com- 

 memorate today. 



The generation now at the zenith of life succeeds a 

 generation whose zenith was clouded by war. As the 

 great men of that day pass out through the sunset of life, 

 their battle-deeds are told. It is thus that the mortuary 

 ceremonies of this generation echo the clangor of charg- 

 ing squadrons, the shrieking rattle of the battle-lines, and 

 the roar of batteries. 



