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New  York  College  of  Pharmacy . 
i  Am.  Jour.  Pharra. 
i   November,  1903. 
Rice  because  he  did  not  need  me  much  ;  in  other  words,  it  would 
have  been  like  a  taper  held  up  to  illuminate  the  sun — much  out  of 
place.  Whenever  I  had  opportunity  of  personal  conversation  with 
Dr.  Rice  I  was  struck  with  his  marvelous  humility,  his  beautiful 
retiring  nature,  and  yet  the  wonderful  work  he  had  in  hand  and 
never  refusing  to  listen  to  the  lowliest  and  to  help  the  most  unworthy. 
I  will  give  you  one  instance.  When  I  had  known  Dr.  Rice  about 
three  years,  and  his  knowing  that  I  was  anxious  to  obtain  work  for  our 
poor  people  and  a  man  that  had  been  broken  down  that  might  be  ser- 
viceable either  with  pen  or  otherwise,  he  asked  me  if  I  knew  a  man 
who  could  write  a  pretty  good  hand.  I  recommended  to  him  one  who 
had  been  secretary  to  a  sporting  club  in  London,  a  club  of  gentlemen. 
He  was  their  secretary,  kept  their  books,  etc.  The  Doctor  asked 
me  to  send  him  to  him,  which  I  did,  and  he  put  him  in  charge,  I 
believe,  of  the  record  of  one  of  the  hospitals  in  the  matter  of  surgical 
instruments  and  appliances;  that  is,  in  other  words,  he  made  out 
the  requisitions' and  when  the  requisitions  were  furnished  compared 
them  with  their  invoices.  This  young  man  had  been  addicted, 
somewhat  through  family  bereavement,  to  alleviating  his  sorrows 
with  drink.  Although  he  had  given  that  up,  he  had  taken 
to  cocaine  and  other  similar  habits,  but  I  did  not  know  that  until 
the  year  of  the  Doctor's  demise.  I  learned  from  one  of  his  friends 
that  the  Doctor  had  borne  with  this  man  almost  to  the  day  of  his 
death,  throughout  his  whole  life,  and  not  only  borne  with  his  short- 
comings, but  would  actually  take  his  own  time  at  night  to  correct 
his  reports  and  make  them  suitable  or  correct  enough  to  send  in  at 
the  end  of  the  month,  and  they  told  me  that  for  several  months  the 
Doctor  actually  did  the  work  himself  rather  than  have  that  man 
dismissed,  and  he  was  only  one  of  several  of  the  employees  that 
were  just  carried  by  Dr.  Rice,  as  it  were,  on  his  back,  in  his  arms, 
and  in  his  heart.  He  was  the  most  human  of  all  men  I  have  ever 
known.  He  had  a  cook  that  was  given  to  drink,  but  who  was  honest 
and  had  good  qualities.  He  supported  her  for  years.  You  all  know 
Tommy,  the  messenger,  and  all  that  came  in  contact  with  the  dear 
Doctor  came  to  look  upon  him  as  a  father  and  a  brother  and  a  friend. 
They  were  always  spoken  of  as  the  Doctor's  boys  or  the  Doctor's 
men  or  the  Doctor's  women — women  whom  he  carried  through. 
When  he  died  one  of  his  friends  was  so  borne  down  he  could  not 
live  any  longer,  died  forty-eight  hours  after  ;  and  three  friends,  men 
