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Rev. FREDERICK A. NOBLE, D.D.



     Bishop SAMUEL FALLOW'S, D.D.



          WILLIAM E OUIXE,  M.D.



               HENRY T. BYFORD, M.D.



                    Mrs. GEORGE SHERWOOD 
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        CHICAGO. 
ADDRESS  BY  HIS  PASTOR
              Rev.  Frederick  A. Noble, D.  D.

        DELIVERED AT THE FUNERAL, NOVEMBER  22d,  1893,

             In the  Union Park Congregational Church.

 PvR.  CHARLES  WARRINGTON  EARLE was born  in West-
 *—'  ford,  a  small  town in Chittinden  County,  a  little way
 north of  Burlington, Vermont, April  2, 1845.   The tonic of  the
 pure  air he breathed with  his first  breath, the exhilarating beauty
 of the landscape he first looked  upon,  the  ruggedness  of the hills
 and  mountains about him,  as well as the sturdy and  heroic qualities
 of his yoeman ancestry, seem to have  entered  into  his constitu-
 tion,  and formed  part  and  parcel of his blood, and  foreordained
 him  to  become the  large-bodied  and  broad-minded  and whole-
 souled man he  was.
     It was well that he should have  opened his eyes to the light
 in the Green  Mountain State, and  that he should have spent  the
 early years of his  boyhood in such  close proximity to Lake Cham-
 plain and Ticonderoga  and  Bennington, where  there  might often
 fall on  his young ears  from  mature  lips  the  thrilling stories of
 the struggles and  disasters  and resolute daring and brave achieve-
 ments  which  are  associated  with  these places of  high  historic
renown.    It was well,  too, no doubt,  that  the  father should have
come in  time  to feel the  migrating  impulse,  and  that  the  family
circle should have been transferred  from the  old home in Vermont 
to a new home here in one of the northern townships  of Illinois.
This change of residence occurred when  the  boy was between nine
and  ten  years  of  age.   One  can but  wonder at  the thoughts
which  passed through the lad's  mind as he  stood  and  looked out
with those  large,  eager  eyes  of  his upon the boundless prairies,
and contrasted  the new environment  with  the old,  and  just hun-
gered  for  some elevation  to  climb.   But  the  West,  wide-open,
fresh,  hearty,  growing,  and  just  coming   into consciousness  of
itself,  was  young  Earle's opportunity.   The  West  matched  his
temperament.   The West challenged and  aroused  his enthusiasm.
The  West gave him a  chance  to do  quickly what  sooner or later
he would have  been sure to do  anywhere,  but  to  do quickly  that
which  back under New England  methods and  traditions it  would
have taken  much more time to  accomplish.
    For the six years  following  the  settlement  of  the  family  at
Fremont, in this State,  the  boy gave his chief attention to  study.
He attended  public schools and  select  schools,  and  made such
headway in the various branches  pursued that he would have been
abundantly  prepared  to  enter  college much before  the average
age had it  not  been  for a sudden interruption  of  his  work with
books.    Something more  stirring  and imperative  than  the  quiet
rounds  of duty  in academic  halls arrested his attention.
    While  yet  less than  two  weeks past  his  sixteenth  birthday
reverberations of the opening gun  which was  fired on Fort Sumter
fell on his  ears.   At  a single  leap  the ardent  boy  sprang out
of boyhood  into manhood.   The devoted  student  became the
enthusiastic  soldier.   The  cloister was  exchanged  for  the  camp.
Dictionaries  were shut  up,  maps were  closed,  Greek  and  Latin
authors, and mathematical  treatises, were returned  to their shelves,
the musket  was seized,  the knapsack  was  strapped on,  hurried
farewells  were  said,  and  the  beardless  volunteer was  away,  to
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 share  in  all the hardships of army life,  to  meet the foe in battle,
 and to suffer  and  die,  if need be, in defense  of  the  old flag and
 the  integrity of  the Union.
     It  falls to  the  lot of  another,  our  neighbor  and  friend
 Bishop  Fallows,  who from his own  experience in  that long and
 terrible  conflict  is  so exceptionally  qualified  for the  service, to
 relate the  inspiring story  of  young  Earle's  connection with  the
 army, and  of  the  magnificently worthy  part  he acted in  the  four
 years  struggle  to suppress the  Rebellion and restore  to the gov-
 ernment  its rightful sovereignty  over all  the land  from  Lake to
 Gulf  and from the Atlantic to  the  Pacific.   But it  will  be  no
 intrusion upon  the domain  of  this  narrative  for  me  to  suggest
 that possibly the birth  back there amid the  hills of Vermont, so
 near  the  localities  made  immortal  by  Revolutionary  memories,
 may  have  had not a little to do  with  the promptness  and ardor
 with which he  gave himself to  his  country  in her  hour  of  extreme
 exigency.
     It  is a great  thing  to  educate  a household  in  patriotism.
 Fortunate  are  the  children whose parents have  national  heroes
 whom they revere,  and  whose  illustrious  names  are  often  on
 the  lips  in  family   conversations.   The  American Flag is not an
 ordinary  bit of dry goods.   Battlegrounds  where  brave  men  have
 been  offered  in  sacrifice  upon the  altars  of  liberty  and  human
 rights, and  the soil  has  been  enriched by the blood of lofty  souls
 who have  been  ready   to  die  that  the Nation  might  live,  are
 not  mere quarter-sections  or  acre lots  of   real  estate.    It  is  a
shame not  to  look with  a large  measure  of  reverence  upon any
man  who has  ever accepted  the  hazard  of battle for the  sake
of this Great  Republic.    This boy soldier was  born into  a home
and  into  an  atmosphere where   patriotism  was  at a  premium.
Patriotism  was consequently  an  instinct of his nature.
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     When the war  was over, and the  boy of sixteen had reached
 the  age of twenty,  he  laid  aside  the  equipments  of  strife,  and
 returned to his books.   In  fulfillment  of a purpose  he  had never
 relinquished  he entered  Beloit   College.   Having  completed  his
 course  in  this institution,  and  having  completed it,  it  ought to
 be said,  in considerably less than  the  ordinary time,  he  took
 up  the study  of  medicine.   The  medical  profession,  so those
 nearest to him have  said,  was  his  chosen  profession  from boy-
 hood.   He could not  be persuaded to think  seriously of any other
 avocation  in  life.    In  the  year  1870 he  had passed through  his
 medical training and was  ready  for  practice.   Since  that time,
 a  period   of  twenty-three  years  now,  he  has lived here amongst
 us, very greatly honored and beloved by all, both  as a man  and
 a  physician,  and  eminently   successful  in his chosen calling.
     The  special rank which  Dr.  Earle  may be entitled  to hold
 in  his  profession—his acquirements,  his skill,   his medical   in-
 tuitions  and   insights,   and   his   judgment   in  critical   cases__it
 must be   left  to  others,  his  associates  in  the profession,  who
 have competent  knowledge   for  the task,   to  assign.   It would
 be  out  of  place  for me to  enter  upon this ground.   But  it is
 not  out of place,  it  is within   my  sphere,  as  it   is  within  my
 heart,  to  bear warmest testimony to  the high estimate  of   his
 ability  which  his  patients  entertained,  and   to  the   tender  affec-
 tion with  which  his name  has  been  cherished  by them.   He
 inspired  confidence  by  his simple presence.    He was  so  cheery
 always ;  he  was  such  a globe  of sunshine  ; withal he  was  so
 kind  and   tender,   that  he   could  hardly  enter  a  home where
there was  sickness  without   making all  the   members  of  the
 home trust and love him.
     The  poor  will  miss him.    In  many a straightened  home-
circle  the  question  has  already  been  asked   over  and   over
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 again,  sometimes  in  a tone of  consternation  and despair, ."What
 shall  we  do  without  Dr.  Earle?"   Or,  "Where  shall  we  find
 another  Dr.  Earle?"   Dr.  Earle  was  not  alone  among   physi-
 cians  in the  consideration he showed  to the  indigent, and not
 alone   in   the tenderness  of   the   bonds  with  which  he   bound
 the needy to  himself.    It  is one  of the glories of  the  medical
 profession  that there  are so  many  in  it  who  cheerfully  dismiss
 all  mercenary  considerations  from  their minds  in  treating with
 those  who  are unable  to  make payment  for  the  services thus
 rendered.   But Dr.  Earle was eminent in his  considerate regard for
 poor patients.   Without a  radical  change  of his nature it  would
 have been  impossible for him  to  be harsh and hard  with the poor.
     What,  now,  to  be  more specific in  our analysis of his life
 and character,  were  some  of  the  qualities  which enabled  Dr.
 Earle  to  draw people  to him  as  he did,  and  to  fill  the  large
 place  he  came to occupy  in  the  esteem  of this  community ?
     Incidentally,  we  have  already  seen  that he possessed  to  a
 distinguished  degree  the  spirit  of  kindness — he  loved  to help
 those  in need of  help;  the  spirit  of courage — he  was ready to
 face bullets;  the spirit of  self-sacrifice—he  could relinquish indi-
 vidual plans  and hopes at  the call  of duty ;  the spirit of  resolute
 determination — he could hold fast for  years to  a  purpose  once
 formed,  and never loosen  his grip  till  he had accomplished it ;
 the  spirit  of  patriotism — he  did not  hesitate nor  stop to  count
 the  cost  when the  sacred interests  of  liberty and  union  were at
 stake,  and he  could  do anything  to ward off  the  great danger.
     In   addition,  however,  to these  very  marked  and commen-
 dable  traits,  Dr.  Earle was   a  man  of   splendid integrity.   He
was  open,  honest,  sincere,  constitutionally so, and  habitually so.
His  frankness  in dealing with the  sick was refreshing.  If a case
seriously perplexed him,  he was free  to acknowledge  it.   If he
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did not  know what was the matter with a  patient he  said it out.
He would not  pretend to  be what he  was  not ;   nor would he
pretend  to  understand  complications  which  baffled   his  insight.
In  all  his  intercourse  with  the  world  he made  the  impression
of  uprightness.    He  made  this  impression  for the  reason  that
uprightness was  an   element  fundamental  to   his  nature.    All
seemings  which  were  only seemings,  all pretentions and  equivoca-
tions  aroused  his  indignation.   Genuine  himself to the  core, he
wanted all men  to  be genuine.
     Dr.  Earle  was  a man who  delighted in the practical justice
which gives  fair , play and an equal chance to  all  to  win in  the
struggle  for  opportunities of usefulness and  success  in  life.   Were
this the occasion  for  anything more  than a  general  reference to
the facts,  what a telling  tribute  to  his foresight  and  courage
and unfaltering  helpfulness might be paid  to  the memory of  Dr.
Earle* on  the  ground  of  his early identification with the move-
ment  to  admit  women, on  the same  terms  as  men,  into  the
medical  profession.    Woman  has  won  her  way  now,  and  has
little  difficulty in securing  the recognition in  the sphere of medi-
cine to  which  her  merits  entitle  her ;  but  twenty years ago it
cost something to espouse the cause  of  woman's   right to  be a
doctor,  and  to  accord her  the  same  privileges,  and  the  same
generous  courtesy,  not alone  while  pursuing  studies,  but  after
entering  upon practice, which was  granted  to a man.   Dr.  Earle
paid  the  price,  and  took  his  position ; and from  first to last he
never  faltered in the  honor  he  bestowed upon the women  who
are in the medical profession.  The. exceptionally competent ones
among  them  he  called into  consultation  iu difficult cases, as he
called  the exceptionally competent ones among men  into  con-
sultation 'in similar circumstances.   Many have  occasion to mourn
over  this unexpected   death.
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                       "Out of the day and night
                        A joy has taken flight."
But  outside  of his own family circle  it  may be  doubted whether
there are  any hearts which will  be so deeply  touched with  grief
as the  hearts  of  these women of the medical  profession.
     Dr.  Earle was filled  and energized  by  high  aspirations.   He
had  high aspirations  in  his  profession.  He  saw the  limitless
spaces  in it for  investigation  and  new  masteries.  This  was  one
of the motives  which impelled him  to his prodigious working  and
over-working.   He  saw  unoccupied   room  at  the  top ;  but his
aspirations took the direction  of manliness  also.   He desired not
only to  be a  good physician—skillful  and successful—but  he  de-
sired to be a  man  among  men.   Had  he been  a  lawyer he would
have said:  "I  want not only  to be a  lawyer but to  be  a man."
Had  he  been a  merchant  he  would   have  said:   "It  is  not
enough for me to  be a merchant,  but  I must be a  man."   He
had  little  time for  consideration  of  interests  lying  outside his own
pressing  duties ;  but  public  affairs  took  a strong hold  on his
thought ;  and  he  was  intensely concerned in all movements which
promised good.
     Dr.  Earle  had  a large and  robust  personality.   On  meeting
some men  and  talking  with  them  for  a little while, everything
seems  to grow small  and  dry  and shrivelled.   To  meet this man
and  talk with  him  widened   the whole  world.    He  pushed  our
horizon  back.   The streets  appeared  wider,  the  houses  larger,
the  firmament expanded,  the beams of the sun were  warmer,  and
the  stars  shone  with  an  added  lustre.    He had  his  doubts  and
fears,  and  the tendencies  to corruption  in  the  administration of
political  affairs alarmed  and  distressed  him ;  but somehow  pes-
simism  retreated  from his  presence.    Whatever  he might say he
breathed  into  one  through the  hope  that  had  expression in  his
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personality the  brave temper of optimism.   He  had a  largeness
ot outlook and  a  superabundance of spirit  which  were contagious.
He was a  large  man.
    One  of  the grounds  of peculiar  sadness which we  seem to
have in this bereavement  is  the  early  period in  his  life  at  which
this strong  and well-equipped  man has  been called to  lay  aside
his earthly  tasks  and go  out from  among us.    Aristotle reached
the conclusion that  at  forty-nine a person might be expected to
be at  the prime  of  his  intellectual powers.   Dr.  Earle had not
quite  arrived  at the  age of  forty-nine.   Save from  the weariness
of over-work  and over-anxiety he was in the  freshness  and  full-
ness of his splendid  manhood.   He   was a growing man.   He
was  growing  in  knowledge,  he  was  growing   in  skill,  he  was
growing in influence, he was growing  in reputation,  he was  grow-
ing in  the  strength  of the attachment  with which wide  circles
were held to  him.   He was growing  in  the sense  of  his  indis-
pensableness  to  many homes  and  many interests  in this  com-
munity.
    Yet in  the midst  of  it  all,  and  face to face with  all  these
demands  and  all  these glowing prospects  of  successes in the fu-
ture, more brilliant even than those of  the past,  he was cut  down,
and his work  was ended.
    But  for all  this we must not  think  of  his  life on  earth as
an incomplete life.   Measured by the  intensity of his enthusiasms;
measured  by the wealth of  joy he  found  in his fellowships ;  meas-
ured  bv  the  services  he  rendered  as  a   beloved  and  trusted
physician  not only, but as  a man,  and the  sympathies  he  mani-
fested   in so  many  ways  towards  the stricken  and  empty,  and
the sunlight  he bore about  with  him  everywhere and always, as
though  his  own great heart  were  a  perpetual  generator of  heat
and  warmth  and  illumination,   and  distributed with   a   lavish
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 generosity  in  darkened  homes;  measured  by the  sum
 his achievements, his  life was long and  full.   This is  the
 to  measure.    As  Bryan W.  Proctor  has well  sung:
                    " They erf who measure life by years,
                        With false or thoughtless tongue;
                      Some hearts grow old before their time;
                        Others are always young.
                      'Tis not the number of the lines
                        On life's last falling page,
                      'Tis not the pulses added throbs,
                        Which constitute their age.
                      Some souls are serfs among the free,
                        While others nobly thrive;
                      They stand just where their fathers stood;
                        Dead, even while they live.
                      Others, all spirit, heart, and sense,
                        Their's the mysterious power
                      To live in thrills of joy or woe,
                        A twelvemonth in an hour."
      A  life  may be  stretched out  over  the space of  many  years,
 and still  be  a short  life.    A   life may be  brought  to  pause  on
 what  appears  to be  the very  edge  of  the threshold of an  active
 career,   and  still  be  centuries   long  when  the  reckoning  is  by
 deeds,  ideas sent  abroad,  and  moral forces  set  in  motion,  and
 the  elements  of  virtuous   character  illustrated.   It  would  be
 possible to  name  scores and scores   of  orators  and  authors  and
 soldiers  and  statesmen  who  died  young, who are  living  yet in
 memory and  fame  of  their  achievements.
     We speak  often  of  symbolizing  lives which  are  arrested in
 the  midst  of  great  usefulness and  promise   by  broken  columns.
 Let no  broken column be  reared  over this  man's  grave.   Rather
 let  the   sacred spot   where  his  body  is to  lie be  marked  by  a
granite  shaft—a  shaft   broad-based  and  firm-set in  mother earth,
and hewn  four  square  to  every wind  that  blows,  and  finished
at  the  top.
total  of
true way
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     Asked to characterize Dr.  Earle by  the use of a  single word,
I should say  the word would  be—loyalty.   He was  loyal  to his
own  best  convictions.   He was  loyal  to duty.   He  was  loyal  to
his  home.   He  was  loyal  to  his friends.    He was  loyal  to his
country.   He was loyal  to humanity in its distresses  and  needs.
He   was  loyal  to the highest  ideals and  the most  imperative
demands of his profession.    He  was loyal  to  God.
     He has  gone out from  us.   We  weep and moan  under our
burden of sorrow.    But  his  going is not  into  the  night.   It  is
into the  Everlasting  Day.
               "The splendors of the firmament of time
                 May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not:
                 Like stars to their appointed height they climb,
                 And death is a low  mist which cannot blot
                 The brightness it  may  veil."

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ADDRESS
             By  Bishop  Samuel Fallows, D. D.

                    AT THE FUNERAL SERVICES,

           In The  Union  Park  Congregational  Church.

    THE war record of Dr. Earle  reads like  a romance.   Sixteen
       years  of  age the  April,   Sumter  was  fired  upon,  he  at
 once volunteered  for  the war,  joining  what  became Company
 1 I"  of the Fifteenth Regiment,  Illinois  Volunteer  Infantry.
     His  father,  not  from any lack of  patriotism,  but  because
 of  the extreme  youth of  the lad,  tried  to dissuade  him, even
 offering  him  "his  time" and a  good  farm  if he  would remain
 at  home.    But  the boy was  resolute in  his  determination  to
 fight  for  the  old  flag,   and  reluctantly  the  father  consented.
 On account  of his  large  size and  mature  looks, he readily passed
 for  eighteen,  and   thus  escaped  the  keen  eye  of  the  medical
 examiner  and  mustering  officer.   His  service  with  the Fifteenth
 Illinois  continued for about  eight months, and was  without  in-
cident  of special  note.    He campaigned  through Missouri under
Gen.   Fremont,   becoming   weakened  and  debilitated   by  the
climate and  his  changed  mode of  life, and  having received  an
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injury while  unloading  provisions  from  a  boat,  he  reluctantly,
at  the  earnest solicitation  of  his  surgeon,  accepted  a discharge
and returned  home.
     The  following  winter   and  spring  he  attended  school  at
Burlington,  Wis.    A  battery of artillery was organizing at  this
place, and  being   offered   a position  as bugler,  he  sought  his
father's  permission  to again enlist.    This  was  not  given,  and
as  the  battery  was shortly afterward sent   to the frontier  and
spent its term of  service  in fighting  the  Indians  and  watching
the  passes  in the  Rocky   Mountains,  without  an opportunity to
even  see  an  armed  confederate,  he  always   felt  thankful  that
his father's consent was  refused and that  he thus  escaped  this
service  in the far  west.
     In  the early  summer  of  1862 he wrote  Gov.  Yates a per-
sonal letter stating  the  facts as  to his enlistment and discharge,
and asking the Governor if  he could  not  be  permitted  to  serve
as  an orderly  to some General,  or in some  other  capacity where
the disability  for which he  had  been  discharged would not  prove
a  barrier to  his acceptance  by recruiting officers  and examining
surgeons.    The  Governor  was  so pleased  with his  earnestness
and  enthusiasm  that  he made  a personal reply,  and sent   him
some blank muster  rolls, suggesting that  if  he helped to recruit
a  company and  did  not secure  some position, or  failed of  ac-
ceptance, he  should again  write him.
     He at  once  enrolled himself  as a  soldier,   but when  the new
company  was  drawn  up in  line  on  the  Court  House Square in
Waukegan,  the  examining   surgeon   asked  him  many questions,
looked over  his papers,  and  after  a  protracted consultation told
him to  "stand aside."   Instantly  the tears mounted to his  eyes,
and he  began to  plead to  be accepted.    His  captain  and  lieu-
tenants   interceded   for  him,  stating  that  his  previous  service
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would  make him  invaluable to them as a drill sergeant,  and that
they intended to  make  him first  sergeant of  the company.   With
the promise  to  the surgeon that  he should be given this position
they allowed him to be  mustered.
    He  was from the  first an  enthusiastic drill-master,  and was
largely instrumental  in  making the company  thoroughly proficient.
The organization  became  Company  "C"  of  the  Ninety-sixth
Regiment  Illinois Volunteer Infantry.   Within about  six months,
and before  reaching his  eighteenth birthday, he  was  promoted
to  the  rank of  second lieutenant.   Six  months   later  occurred
the  Battle  of  Chickamaugua.   The boy  lieutenant  chanced  to
be  in   command  of his  company—the  color ■ company of  the
regiment—in  this  terrible  engagement,  and   nobly  did   he  meet
the  duty  and  responsibility  that  came upon  him.   It  was  on
that memorable Sunday afternoon, when  the  commander  of  the
army,  with  almost  half his  forces swept  from  the right  of  the
field,  and  when the sturdy  Thomas was trembling  for the  safety
of  his  well-nigh  exhausted  forces  of  the  left,  that  Steadman's
division, with  which Earle's  regiment  was connected,  came into
the fight,  and  flinging  itself  upon  the  exultant  enemy,  held him
at bay until darkness and exhaustion closed the struggle.   Through
all  that  dreadful afternoon  Lieutenant  Earle  was  one of  the
most  conspicuous figures  to  be  found  along  the  line.    Never
screening himself for a moment,  he was one of the  foremost  in
each of  the desperate  charges to  the  front,  and one of the last
to  leave the  line  in   each retreat.   Cheering  his men  by  his
voice,  encouraging  them  by  his  example,  at  times  firing  their
muskets  as they loaded and passed them to  him, his eye seemed
everywhere, and  the  center of the line  when  uncommanded always
stood its  ground as  long  as  any other portion.   With nine  of
the  ten men  who   stood  with their  colors  killed, or  wounded;
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with  both regimental colors  torn to shreds with  shot  and  shell;
with  seven  of  his  eight  non-commissioned  officers  stricken down;
with  two-thirds of his private soldiers dead  or disabled;  himself
twice struck by  bullets,  and so  injured that  a  less resolute  or
heroic character  would  have  felt constrained  to  leave  the  field,
he  stood  upon  the  line  until  night  came  and   the  retreat  to
Rossville  was ordered.   Then  with  his  little remnant  of  a com-
pany—only  ten in  all—he  marched back to the place of bivouac,
threw himself  down  upon  the ground  and burst  into sobs and
tears.  All day he  had  been a  lion,  but when  the two stacks of
muskets  stood  to  take the  place  of  the long  row  of  the morning,
it  was  too  much,  and   he broke down  and  wept for the boys
who  had fallen in the  fray.    It was  only  for a brief moment
that he gave way to  tears, for  a little  later  his voice  was  heard
giving encouragement to such  of the  wounded  as  had  reached
the  bivouac.   It  was  a  voice  too  hoarse  to  speak  above  a
whisper,   for  all  that bloody  Sabbath  afternoon it  had  been
shouting in  the battle.   It  spoke  from the heart of one who had
been  among the bravest all that fearful  day,  but who  had  the
sympathy of a woman  now that the  battle  was  no  longer  on.
His  regimental brigadier  and  division  commanders made personal
mention  of  his conspicuous bravery,  and  a correspondent  of  the
New  York  Tribune spoke  of  him as  '' the lion-hearted boy lieu-
tenant."   On Tuesday morning following the  battle, his company,
with  three  others,  was  captured  on  Mission  Ridge,  through  the
negligence or  timidity of  a  staff  officer  sent  to relieve  them.
When the  army fell  back  into Chattanooga Monday night these
men  were left on  the   line,  and  at  daylight  found  themselves
surrounded  and  compelled to  surrender.    During the preceding
day, three men who  had  been  on duty with a wagon train during
the  battle,  and  one  of  the  less seriously injured  re-joined  the
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command;  so  that fourteen  enlisted men  of  Lieutenant  Earle's
company  were captured, nine of whom  died in Southern  prisons.
On the long trip to Richmond  he spent his last dollar, and  even
traded  off  his  watch  to  procure  food for  the  few  boys  who
were  with  him.
     Lieutenant  Earle was confined  in Libby  Prison  until  the
following  February, when  he  escaped through the  famous tunnel.
After  a  week  of wandering  in  the Virginia  woods,  contending
with  hunger and fatigue and  cold,  almost  carrying his  sole com-
panion—a man older  than himself,  and possessed  of  heroic char-
acter,  but  who  had  during  the last  day of his wandering given
up in despair  and begged to turn  back—he reached the Union
lines  near  Williamsburg,   and  once  more  stood   under the  flag
he loved  so  well.
     A brief furlough  home and he was  again at  the  front bearing
a  new  sword  presented   to  him  by his neighbors  and  friends,
taking part in the oft-recurring  battles  of the Atlanta  campaign,
and  commanding  a  company much  of  the  time,  being always  a
favorite  and conspicuous   officer.
     At  the close of the campaign  he was  given  especial mention
of bravery,  promoted to the  rank  of  first lieutenant and  detailed
on the staff  of  the brigade  commander,  first serving as  aide-de-
camp and  subsequently as  inspector.   This  latter  position  he
held  during the   retreat from Pulaski to Nashville.
     Having once  been captured  through the  fault  of  an acting
inspector, he vowed  that  no  one  should  ever suffer  from a  like
fault  on  his   part, and so,   night  after  night  he withdrew  the
picket lines in person, checking  off  his  lists to  see  that none
were  left, commanding the rear guard  at times, and being night
and  day  on the  alert.
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    The  night  following  the Battle of  Franklin he  was  one of
the very  last to leave the  line,  and  crossed  the river after  one
bridge had  been  destroyed,  and while  men were standing ready
to apply  the torch  to the  other.
    At the  Battle of  Nashville  he was  the first mounted  officer
to cross  the enemy's  breast-works  in   the  final and  successful
charge of the  fourth  corps.   In  fact,  it is  an  open  secret that
the  brilliant  movement   of  Whittaker's  Brigade,  by  which  the
center of the enemy's lines  were pierced and  the  success  of the
movement on  the right  assured,  was made  very  largely  at his
suggestion and  earnest solicitation.
    Following  this  battle  Lieutenant Earle  resolutely pushed  to
the front,  keenly observant of  what the advance was doing  by
day,   and attending to the  posting of the  picket lines at  night.
The   mental  anxiety,   the  terrific  physical  strain,  the  cold and
exposure all  conspired to break him down, and when the campaign
had  ended  with the  dispersion  of  Hood's  army  and  the   Union
forces had gone into  winter quarters  at  Huntsville,  Ala.,  he was
prostrated with  congestion of the  brain.   His  illness  was  severe,
but he eventually recovered  and  served until  the  close   of  the
war,   at which  time he was  brevetted captain,   '' for efficient  and
heroic conduct  in action."
    It was  a remarkable  experience  for one  so young.    Three
years  and  one-half of  active service,  commanding  a  company in
a  dozen  battles,   twice   wounded,  once a prisoner,  holding  a
responsible position as a  staff officer  through two extended cam-
paigns,  winning  the  affection  and  esteem  of  every man  with
whom he came  in contact, whether carrying  a  musket  or  wearing
the insignia  of  rank, repeatedly  mentioned  in  general   reports
for conspicuous  bravery  in  great  battles  and  efficient  services
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and  arduous campaigns,  and  finally  returning home  so  young  as
to be compelled  to  wait  almost a year before he was old enough
to cast his  first  ballot.
     Always  hearty  and  of good  cheer,  never losing his temper
no  matter what  provocation  might  come ;  hopeful, no matter
how unpropitious his surroundings might  be;  brave  to  the  verge
of recklessness, scorning  all that savored  of the vulgar or obscene;
maintaining  a Christian character  when the temptations and  tend-
encies   led   almost  wholly  in  another  direction,  he  became an
ideal soldier, the very incarnation of heroism,  an inspiration  to
the  resolute  men whom  he led;  a  loved and  cherished comrade
whom  his comrades always delighted  to know.
     During  his  army service there was always plenty  of volunteers
for any scouting  or  foraging expedition, no matter how hazardous,
if  it was announced that  Lieutenant Earle  was to  command  it.
And so it  came about  that   in  after life  there was  no soldier
gathering where  he  was  not  most  cordially  welcomed,  or where
the  story, simple but  graphically told,  of his prison experience,
and  the escape  from  Libby  was not  in demand   and  listened
to with rapt attention.
     And  now  that  he  is  dead,  there  is no soldier  in  his  large
acquaintance who will not  truly mourn his "muster out."
     Companions  of the  Loyal   Legion,  we,  above all others,
shall miss the  royal presence of Dr. Earle,  which  was ever an
inspiration among us, and his  beaming face of strength and manly
beauty which was ever a benediction upon us.    I  call  upon you
all  to  witness  that  no one coming  within that  charmed circle  of
our  elect  companionship ever  brought  more  cheeriness  and  sun-
shine,   or  received   a  more  hearty and  spontaneous  welcome.
Joy  spread  like  contagion  from the  grasp of his hand,  and  from
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that grasp,  I for one,  almost always instinctively passed to  the
circling of my right arm about his form, so far as I could get  about
it.
     It  was the great soul within him,  overflowing with kindness,
with  sympathy,  with  humanity that   was  the  potent  magnet
drawing us  all  so  close to  him.
     That  life,  so well rounded  and complete,  is  a  beacon  light
to  each of  us  in our  upward and onward  march to  the  better
land.   The loyalty he  bore to his  country,  his  fellow-men,  his
God, has given  a deeper meaning  to that  thrilling,  all-endearing
term.   We  each of us can  fight better the  good  fight  of  faith,
because he  lived,  and  fought and triumphed,  and has been  trans-
lated to the abode of the just.
     Through  his  splendid  bravery  and the  immortal  heroism  of
 the men  who  shared  his  patriotic  spirit,  the flag they bore—
 the flag of  beauty,  of  liberty,  of  glory—still  waves  over one
 undivided  nation.   They conquered the  peace  which  binds and
 blesses us  North and South to-day; the  peace  which comes  by
 righteousness,  which we must ever  strive  to preserve.
                "Peace and no longer from its brazen portals,
                 The blasts of war's great organ shakes the skies,
                 But beautiful as songs of the immortals
                  Love's holy melodies arise "
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CHARLES WARRINGTON  EARLE."
AN  ADDRESS  DELIVERED  ON  THE OCCASION  OF THE UNVEILING  OF
    THE BUST OF DR.  EARLE IN  THE COLLEGE OF  PHYSICIANS AND
    SURGEONS OF  CHICAGO, MARCH 9TH,  1894.


                  By Wm.  E. Quine,  M. D.,
                    President of the Faculty.


    THE  big,  powerful,   inspiring,  mirthful  and  tempestuously
      active   personality  who  went  by  the  name  of  Charles
Warrington  Earle,  broke   acquaintance  with  his   friends  and
passed  into  memory,  November  19th,  1893, after  an illness  of
one  month.
    The story of his youthful military  career  has  already  been
told from pulpit  and  by  press  in  terms of glowing  eulogy; and
it  remains  for me  to  set  forth  the achievements and  character-
istics  of the  mature  man,   the  Doctor.
    I  am  not forgetful  of  the fact  that  on such  occasions  as
this, when  the  mind  is keyed to  noble  thoughts and the heart
is  heavy with a  weight  of  sorrow,  it  is  customary  to  limit con-
sideration  to sober  traits  and  events ;  and  that   the  slightest
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disposition to levity  is likely  to  be regarded  as out of  time and
tune.  And yet,  if mirthfulness,  cheerfulness, light-heartedness and
readiness  of  wit;  if infectious  buoyancy of spirit and eagerness for
harmless  jest;  if  effusive frendliness for  all mankind and gushing,
bubbling,  overflowing fun were  resistless forces in the  life of our
friend, they  would seem  to  be  proper subjects  for contemplation
at  this time.   Who  would  attempt  to  paint  Earle in  sombre
colors ?   Not  I.   Would you ?    Do  you  not  know  the  social,
commercial  and  professional  value  of  unfailing  good  nature ?
Do you not  know the effectiveness of a  hearty  resounding laugh,
or even of a friendly smile, in  contrast with  the unresponsiveness
of a  morose or  churlish  spirit?    "Laugh, and the world  laughs
with  you.  Weep, and you weep  alone."   But good  nature  does
not  have  to  laugh  at   everything.   It  may  preserve  a  stern,
immobile  front  in the presence  of meanness,  vulgarity  or  crime.
Earle was good-natured and indulgent and  friendly and  cordial and
all  that,  but  he  was  quick to  take a stand and ready  to  defend
it.   And   so  I  shall try to  represent him in  nature's  hues and
to give due  prominence   to each important  feature.   I am  here
not  to produce  a picture but  to   paint  a portrait.
     Immediately  after  his  graduation  from   the Beloit  College
in 1868,  with  the bachelor's  degree,  Dr.  Earle  entered  the office
of  the late   Prof.  W.  H. Byford  as  a  medical  student,  and
matriculated  in the  Chicago  Medical  College.    He  was a prom-
inent  figure   in   his  class from the  beginning.   Companionable
and  loquacious but  thoroughly  earnest  and  studious;  noisy and
bustling and full  of  laughter  and  song, but  a model  of character
and  of habits; unaffected and friendly with everybody  and  just as
unaffected and  friendly  with  the  president  of  the  institution  as
with  anybody  else.   He had an  easy but pushing  self-assurance
which his  transparent  good nature  made  inoffensive; and frowning
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dignity  was  soon  warmed  and melted.   Earle  had  met  men
before;  he  had looked  them  in the  eye  over  blazing musket and
glistening steel and  it took  more   than a rebuff  to  make him
cringe and  shrink  away.    He was  something of  a  man,  too,
and  a lofty show of  consequence  did   not  frighten him at all.
He enjoyed  the humors  of  the quiz immensely.   He was alert
and  ready nearly  every  time—and just  as ready for a rough frolic
or a  merry college song between times.   I can hear him now  as
his roof-shaking voice  leads  the  dismal  chorus,  "Saw  My Leg
Off;"  and  I  can see  him  as his  vociferous  and  unreasonable
demand  for  a  grave surgical  operation is abruptly cut  off in the
middle  of a sentence  by the  entrance  of the  professor.   There
he  sits!   an  obvious  counterfeit   of  innocence   and   the  very
embodiment of irrepressible mischievousness.  I  was not  acquainted
with  him  then.   I  knew him, secretly  disapproved  of  him, and
contemptuously passed  him  by :  for he was  only  a junior.    I
was  a Senior,  you know.
     The  earliest  distinct  recollection I  have of him is right  tu-
multuous  and   of  doubtful   dignity.    A  number  of  his  class-
mates had  conspired to "pass  him  up;"  and,  awaiting  a favor-
able  opportunity,  they  made  a furious and well planned attack.
For  a few minutes  Earle  was  at  their  mercy,   sputtering,  ex-
postulating   and  struggling—but  ignominiously  ascending ;  and
then, by  some accident or feat  of  strength he  got  a footing, and
immediately  after  the  atmosphere  became so  thick and  murky
with arms and legs and breech  presentations that   it  was  difficult
to see what was going  on.   But by and by the misguided young
men  began  to come down and to assume, with ill-timed impetuosity,
various  unstudied  attitudes on  the  floor.    And there stood  Earle
triumphant—slashing  young  giant   that  he  was!    There  was  a
rip a couple of feet long in  the back of his coat.   One end  of
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his  shirt collar was  still  fast to  its moorings  but the other  was
floating over  his shoulder.    His face  was flushed.    There  was
an unfamiliar  gleam in his eye, but  on  his  lips  the old unconquer-
able  smile,  as  he  said   in rollicking  challenge and  derision :
"Come  on,  fellows."   But they  did   not go.   All  were  medi-
tating—except the one  who  was trying to catch  his  breath;  and
they  concluded  that  Earle was  such  a good  fellow,   you  know,
'twould be a  shame  to  subject  him  to  any  indignity;  and  so
they  let him  go.
     Dr.  Earle  graduated  near the  head  of  his  class, in March,
1870,  and began the  practice  of  his  profession  in  the  office of
his  honored  preceptor;  but the  historic  fire  of  1871 determined
him to settle  in the  West Division of the city,  where  he  remained
and worked  and thrived and grew strong till his  death.   He  was
married, at the  time  referred to,  to Miss Fanny  L. Bundy, who,
in  every  sense  and  from  every point  of view, has been a most
worthy companion   and  helpmeet ;  and  who,  together  with  a
young lady daughter  of charming refinement of  character,  and a
son  who worthily bears the name William Byford Earle,  survives
him.
     From  the  very  start  the  young doctor exhibited marvellous
activity and accurate  appreciation of the pre-requisites of a successful
career.   Of his classmates he easily took  the lead and maintained
it to the  end.   He outstripped  them  every one  in  achievement,
professional distinction and  popular  esteem ; and  there was  not a
day in  twenty years when  he  was  not  in  position  to say  to the
foremost of them all,  "Come  on, fellows.'''  He  was  full of  self-
confidence and  aggressively ambitious to become a medical teacher;
and soon  after the founding of  the Woman's  Medical  College  of
Chicago he  was elected  Professor of  Physiology in  that  insti-
tution.   He  became  in time sincerely  and  profoundly  interested
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in the medical education of women;  and although he has occupied
various positions  of  honor  and  advantage  in other  colleges,  it
may  well  be  questioned whether he  was  ever  connected  with
any  which claimed so much  of his  affection as the  one referred
to.    His relations with this institution underwent  various modi-
fications with  the  progress  of  years,  and  at  different times  he
occupied the  chairs of physiology; obstetrics; practice  of medicine
and  clinical   medicine;   and  diseases of  children.    He was the
first teacher  on  this continent  to occupy a  separate and  inde-
pendent chair  on  diseases of  children.   He  was  also secretary
of  the  college,   then treasurer,  and  upon  the  death  of  Prof.
Byford,  in  1891,  he was elected president.    I  have  no hesita-
tion in saying that, next  to  Prof.  Byford, the Woman's  Medical
College  is  more  deeply  indebted  for  its  present  solidity  and
high  standing to  the energy, capacity,  fidelity  and  perseverance
of  the subject of  this  address than it  is  to  the  agency of any
other  person,  living  or  dead.
     About  the year  1872,  two  years  after  his  graduation, Dr.
Earle  was elected  Lecturer  on Zoology  in  the Chicago  Medical
College, and  delivered  an admirable  series of  lectures during the
spring session of  that year.   This is the  first instance,  I  believe,
of  zoology  being  included   in  the  curriculum of any   medical
college on  this continent ;  and  I  also  believe that  if the  inno-
vation  had  been  maintained,  the  institution  referred  to would
have rendered  even  greater service  to the cause of  medical edu-
cation  than  it has done and would now occupy  even a  prouder
place  than  it does as  a  leader  in  educational methods.    Earle
was not  specially  qualified   for  the position   but  he was  eager
to  obtain  the  recognition of  his  alma  mater  and  the advantage
of  permanent connection  with it ; and so  he applied himself  to
the  formidable task before him with all  his transcendant  industry
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and force and with  such effect that  his  lectures were  a popular
feature of the  course from  beginning to  end;  and  this, notwith-
standing  that zoology  was  an  optional   study  and  counted  for
nothing  in  the required  course of  instruction.    Although  Earle
always  referred  to   this  achievement  humorously  I  believe  he
was genuinely  proud of  it—and  he  had good  reason to  be—
to  the last  year  of  his  life.
     A little disappointed at  his failure to obtain  permanent  con-
nection  with • his  alma mater he  competed,  two  years  later, for
a  position  in  the Spring  Faculty of  the Rush  Medical College,
and was defeated ;  but time  has  demonstrated  that the triumph
of  another  was an error in  judgment  on  the  part  of  the Faculty
and that  Earle  was,  incomparably,  the  most  eligible   applicant
for the place.   Glibness is not everything to a medical  teacher—
character  and  industry  and  intelligence  are  worth  considering
also.    But  if  Earle  had  succeeded  in this competition it is an
open question  whether  the  College  of  Physicians  and   Surgeons
would  yet  be  born.    During  the  year 1876  he began  to agitate
the  project  of  establishing  a  new medical  college  in  the  West
Division of  the city, near  the Cook  County  Hospital ;   but  not-
withstanding his  enthusiasm,  courage and tenacity of  purpose he
did  not  succeed  in  interesting  a sufficient   number  of  suitable
persons  in   the enterprise  to  make  a successful  start.  A  few
years  later  other  gentlemen  of  position and   ability   saw  the
opportunity,  determined to  utilize it,  and invited  and  obtained
the  efficient  co-operation of  Dr. Earle.   The  outcome is  the
institution  in which  we are  now  congregated.   Dr. Earle ranks,
therefore, as  one  of  its  founders, and as the sole originator of
the  agitation in  1876,  which culminated  in  decisive  action  five
years  later.    He  was  the  first   professor of  obstetrics  in   this
college  and  a member  of the  original Board of  Directors ;   and
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he  continued  in  these  relations till  the-  year  1888,  when,  in
consequence  of internal  dissensions  he was forced to  withdraw.
But  his  hour  of  triumph  was  not  long  postponed;  for,  two
years later—and not  only  without  effort of  his own,  but against
his wishes—he was  unanimously re-elected  to his  former  posi-
tions,  and  with greater influence  in the  organization  than  ever
before.    In  the  year  1892  he was  elected  Treasurer  of  the
College,  vice  F.  E.- Waxham,  resigned;  and President  of  the
Board of  Directors,   vice A.  Reeves  Jackson, deceased ;  and  he
discharged the complex  and  responsible duties of both positions
till the beginning of  his fatal  sickness.   He was also  prominently
connected with the  Post  Graduate  Medical  School  of  Chicago,
and  in  July,   1892,  he  was  unanimously  elected  Professor  of
Obstetrics and  Diseases  of  Children  in  the  Rush Medical  College,
resigning  the position  a month  later.   At  the time  of his  death
he was  President  of two  medical  colleges  and  of  the  Chicago
Medical  Society,  and  ex-President  of  the  Illinois State  Medical
Society.
     Dr.   Earle was  the most efficient  college  man  I  have ever
known—not  the  ablest but   the  most efficient.    His  efficiency
was  due,  in  part,  to superior  business ability and  to extensive
acquaintance  and  influence  with prominent  business   men ;  but
in larger  part it was due to  enormous  capacity for detail and to
vehement  and  untiring industry.   He was  a great  burden  bearer.
He had  the  disposition  and the tact  to work harmoniously with
his colleagues,  and  such inexhaustible  steadfastness  and  courage
that he  was  a tower of strength  in every  emergency.   He  was
not  unreasonably self-seeking.    He. never  got  angry  and  refused
to play.   He  kept  in line always and never faltered for a minute.
Personal  considerations were always subordinated  to the  interests
of the cause.   He  was worth a dozen  colleagues who will have
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 their own way  or  pout and sulk and  refuse to do their  part.  He
 was worth a dozen colleagues of meteoric brilliancy and  instability
 who  dazzle and scintillate a  little while, showing what they  can
 do,  and  then  flicker  briefly,  and  finally pass  from view.   He
 was worth  a  dozen colleagues  whose  chief function is to  criticize
 the  work of  others and  who  do  precious little work  themselves
 apart  from  taking  care  of  number   one.    He  was  a  worker,
 enthusiastic  and  tireless.    He was  not  master  of  the intricate
 problems of  medical  education as viewed  by  those  who have
 grasped  the philosophy of the subject.   His range  was  narrow.
 He was  a great teacher  and would  not  have been  out of place
 in  any  faculty  on  this  continent ;  but  he  was  not  a  great
 educator.    He  was  not  a  profoundly  versed  philosopher  and
 did not pretend to be;  but he could make ends meet.   Philosophers
 may  charm  the  sense with  the  grandeur   of  their  conceptions
 and   confuse  the mind with  their  subtleties of  reasoning ;   but
 they  are rarely  practical men  of affairs.    They  haven't  any
 bank  account   and they  wear  shabby clothes.   Earle did  not
 know  everything  but  he  did  know  how to  write a check  that
 would ligo."   He was a resourceful,  hard-headed business man,
 whose aim was not the success  of  a theory but  the success of an
 institution.    He  was  not  a  pioneer.    He had no  taste  for
 martyrdom.    It  may  even  be  doubted  that  he  was  in  full
 sympathy with  modern innovations in  medical  teaching   to  the
 extent of their adoption in this institution.   Not that  he objected
 to  them  per  se,  but  because  they  necessitated an  enormous
 outlay of money for equipment  and an enormous and permanent
 increase   in running expenses.    He  had no desire  for   official
 acquaintance with  the sheriff.    He was  shrewd  and self-reliant
 but high-minded and  proud and careful  of his  good  name.   He
was  not  a great organizer;  but he was  an  inspiring leader  who
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was  always in the van  and rushing on, looking over  his shoulder
and  calling back cheerily,  "Come  on,  fellows."   He was willing
to carry,  and  he enjoyed carrying,  mountains  of responsibility.
He was promptly responsive to every demand of duty;  true as steel
to every trust reposed in him;  of a courage equal to  any danger;
up  and  ready for any  new  sacrifice  of  comfort,  convenience or
money that fidelity to a cause required  of him ;  helping others to
bear  their  little  burdens,  stimulating  them  to greater  effort  and
chiding  them  when  they  shirked ;   laughing,  bustling,  joking,
hustling  and  working,  working,  working—to death.    He was a
man  of  invincible hopefulness.   No matter how dark and  threat-
ening the  cloud,  it had a silver  lining.    No  matter  what danger
confronted  him  at  night he  had invincible  confidence  that "Joy
cometh  in the   morning."   He inspired  hope  and  courage in
everyone  and while  cheering  them on and laughing  their  fears
away he planned through  sleepless  nights and  rushed  and strained
through  anxious  days to battle danger down.   He  did  everything
with  all  his   might  and moved  with  resistless  momentum  from
start  to  finish.    He was never half-hearted  in anything;  but he
was  positive,  vehement  and  enthusiastic  in  every relation  of  life.
He was  cordial  and  even  confidential  with his associates and  yet
inclined  to be critical and exacting.  He was not quick  to  acquire
prejudices  but when  he  had acquired them they were liable to prove
strong and lasting, and consequently,  he was not always  reason-
able  and just.    He  had  opinions  and  he  could maintain  them
sturdily.    He was intolerant  of incompetency and  inattention and
still   more  intolerant of  the pollution  of  the lecture  area  with
ribald story  or   irreligious speech.    He,  himself,  was clean  of
mouth.     I  never  knew  him  to   utter  an  immoral  expression.
He  did  not   use profanity   at  all,  but  he  had  two or  three
innocent   and  highly  original   expletives   which  answered   the
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purpose  very  well.     He   had  natural  aptitude   for   teaching
which was  gradually   improved  by  intelligent  observation  and
thoughtful  experience.     He  habitually  covered  more  ground  in
an  hour of  lecturing  than  many teachers  are  able  to  do  in
double the  time.   He  was a great condenser.    He  never entered
the   lecture-room  unprepared.    He  was  always master  of  his
theme  and  expatiated  upon it  positively, systematically  and  ex-
haustively.    Some  highly  educated  men,  authors  as  well   as
teachers, are  unable to  express  themselves  clearly,  and  they are
 liable  to  complicate  the  subject  they are  trying  to  elucidate.
 Earle  was  a  good  explainer.   His  language  was well  chosen,
 simple  and  direct,  and  his delivery  was  always  vigorous  and
 earnest.    In  the  lecture-room," as  elsewhere, what  he   had
 to   do   he  did  with  all   his   might.     His  presence  com-
 manded instant  attention  and  his utterance  maintained it.    He
 never  indulged  in  rhetorical  display   nor  talked  against time.
 He  had  something  to  say  and he  knew when he had said it.
 He  passed  lightly  over hypotheses  and  theories but  dwelt  upon
 facts with exhaustive  thoroughness.  He was  not a theorist.    His
 teaching was solid  and  authoritative  through and  through.    His
  relations  with  students  were  sociable,  indeed, almost  free   and
  easy;  but  there  was  an  undefinable dignity  about  him which
  forbade undue  familiarity.   Nobody ever attempted to take  great
  liberties with Earle.
       Although an unequivocal  partisan  in favor of  his own college
  he  was  not   an  "offensive  partisan,"  and  his  relations  with
  competing  institutions  were  unique  and  interesting.    He  had
  warm  friends  in  every  faculty in  Chicago;   and  if that  can be
   said of any other teacher  I  have yet to learn his name.    Presi-
   dent   of  a  department of  the  Northwestern  University  and  of
   our own  college,  which  is  in competition  with  the  University,
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and  professor elect  in  the  Rush   Medical  College—all  at  the
same time—is a  record  of  tactfulness and  good fellowship which
has  never been  equalled,  so far as  I  know.   Without effort  or
design  he did more to  unify  the medical  profession  of this city
than  any  other  of  its members.
     Dr.  Earle  was  an  exemplary  student.   Although habitually
occupied  in  various directions   at  the  same  time  and   all  but
crushed by the  pressure of multitudinous  duties  he  nevertheless
kept  abreast  of  medical progress.   He  toiled while others  slept,
and  with all his  powers  of  application.    His  endurance  was
phenomenal—he  appeared  to  think unlimited—and  he habitually
abused his magnificent  physique by overwork.   He  toiled  intel-
ligently,  indexing  or  epitomizing   his  reading  to   obviate  the
necessity of  doing  it  a second time, and to  have at  command
the  fruits of previous  studies.    He  could apply knowledge  with
admirable  skill   and  effect—and  this   every  doctor  cannot  do.
Ability to  acquire  knowledge  is one thing ;  ability to  impart  it
is  another ;  but the  ability to use it  is  the  key  to  practical
success.   A  splendid  teacher  or  author   may  be a  poor  prac-
tioner, and  the  most skillful   physician  of  the  day  may be  an
ignominious  failure  in  the laboratory  or  lecture-room.    Earle
could  apply  knowledge  as  well as he  could impart  it  and   his
rank as  a  physician was  thus   fully  abreast  of  his  reputation as
a teacher.   He could  not and did not  claim extensive,  refined
or varied scientific  attainments ;  but  he  had what  scientists  of
world-wide fame may lack—keen  penetration, reliable judgment,
effective  personal  influence  and   a  vast  fund  of  accurate  and
varied  knowledge  which  he could  wield  with  telling  effect   in
the  management of disease.
     Notwithstanding  his   intense   preoccupancy  he  took  time
from  needed rest   to  make  numerous  contributions to   current
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medical  literature.    I  have counted  thirty-seven productions  of
his  pen  and  brain  in  periodical  journals  and  I  remember
several   others  which  have  not  appeared  in  print.    Literature
of  this  kind,  in so  far  as  it  contributes  to  the  diffusion  of
knowledge and  to  the crystallization of  opinions  and of  methods
of  practice,  has lasting  value ;   but,  unfortunately, only  a small
part of  it embodies  either the  charm  of originality or  the merit
of reliability.   Earle's  productions  were,  in  nearly every instance,
original  and independent,  representing  the  thought of  the man,
and in  some   instances, notably  in  relation  to  inebriety,  they
were  in  vigorous  opposition  to  prevailing  opinions.    As  the
chief  physician of the  Washingtonian  Home  for nearly  twenty
years,  he had  acquired  enormous experience  in   the  management
of  intemperance—over  ten thousand cases having passed through
his hands ;  hence it  must  be admitted  that he had  solid  ground
for opinions of  his own.   With him drunkenness was a vice,  not
a  disease.    "A child  could  not  inherit a craving for  liquor  any
more than  it  could  a  craving  for  codfish balls."    He  did  not
believe that intemperance was cured by medication or  by any other
agency than that of  will power,  aided by removal from  temptation
till resolution  had time to grow strong  and  total abstinence  had
become  a habit of life;  and he  had no  patience  with "Cinchona
Cures" or "Gold Cures,"  or other measures of specific medication.
     His earlier compositions were  rugged and  strong  and without
pretence  of rhetorical  continuity  or  ornamentation ;  and though
he gradually acquired  facility with  the  pen,   to  the  last rugged
strength  was more  prominent  in  his  productions than grace  or
elegance  of expression.   Some of  his orations  delivered at college
commencement  exercises  were   of superlative  merit  and  all  of
them were  refined and lofty in sentiment.  He was often  eloquent
and,  on rare  occasions, powerful.
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     Very  few  men   have  the  honor  of  making  an  enduring
addition to the sum total  of  human knowledge.   It seems to me
that  Earle has done  this.   His  paper on "Pancreatic  Anaemia,"
an  unpretentious thing  of three  or  four pages, is,  to  my mind,
his most important  contribution to medical  literature.   It is not
a  classic—far  from  it.    At  this  day it would be regarded  as
superficial,  and  yet  it  is sound  and  strong  in  every  part  and
connects the  morbid  anatomy  with the  clinical  history  of  this
type  of  pernicious  anaemia  more  clearly  and  positively  than  had
ever  been done before.    It impresses me as  being a solid  thing
whose merit  is not  as generally recognized  as it deserves  to be.
     The intimacy  of  Dr.  Earle's  relations  with  the  profession
at  large affords a  fine  example of  self-abnegation  for  the inspir-
ation and  guidance of  us all.   He was probably the busiest worker
in  medical societies  our  city  contained.   The  Chicago  Medical
Society, the   Pathological  Society, the   Practitioners'   Club,  the
Gynaecological  Society,  the   Medico-Legal  Society,  the  Illinois
State  Medical  Society,  the American  Pediatric  Society and the
American   Medical  Association all  claimed  him   as   an  active
member,  and  the  British  Medical  Association  as  an  honorary
member.   The  term  "active" is  ordinarily used  to designate  a
voting  member  and  it  does  not  imply  activity as  a  worker in
the  organization.   But  Earle was an  active worker.   He  was
the head and  front of every general professional movement.   He
was  active  in  presenting essays,  in  collecting  and   exhibiting
unique  specimens,  in  doing committee  work,  in  participating in
debates  and  in  every  other   way that   afforded  opportunity  to
advance the  interests  of  the organization  or  of  the  profession
or  community  at  large.
     How  such a  busy  man  could  find   time for   other  occupa-
tions  is  difficult  to  see,  but  his  social  propensities  were  strong,
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and  he  had  lively  interest  in  political  and  other questions of
public  import.    He  was  a  member of  the   Irving   Literary
Club  and  of the  Lincoln and  also  of  the  Illinois Club,  while
his  love  of  army  associations and  reminiscences  made  him  a
familiar  figure in  the  local  organizations  of  the  Loyal  Legion
and  the  Grand  Army  of the  Republic.    Of several  of  these
organizations  he had been  president.   He was a  leader every-
where  and  his  prominence  never  outran  his  popularity.    He
was  ambitious for success;  and  professional  prosperity,  personal
popularity  and  official  distinction were  honestly and   honorably
sought by him  and  modestly enjoyed.   He was  a  modest man,
personally.    He  was   bold  and  forward   in  everything  except
in reference  to  himself.    No   one  ever heard   him   utter  a
boastful  word.   He invariably disclaimed  merit, and  with  every
appearance  of sincerity,  and  lauded  without  stint  or  reservation
his  inferiors when they were put  in  contrast  with  himself.   He
was  as far  removed from egotism  as any man I  knew and as
quick  to  note this characteristic  in others.   But notwithstanding
his  personal  modesty  he  had  unyielding   self-respect   and  self-
confidence  and  determination  of  purpose.    He  did  not  spend
much time  in  bowing and scraping when  there was an important
issue  at  stake.
    As a  practitioner  Dr.  Earle was remarkably  successful,  not
only from  the  professional point  of  view  but also,  and especi-
ally, in point of popular  favor.   He had an enormous  patronage.
If any member  of the  profession has done  a larger  volume of
family  practice than  he, I do not  know who  the person is.   For
many  years  before his  death he  employed an  assistant,  and his
practical  sense was  nowhere  more clearly shown   than  in  rela-
tion  to his selection of  a person  for  this  place.    He invariably
picked out  a young man of  high qualifications and promise  who
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was  specially trained  and  skilled in departments of  investigation
in which  he himself was not,  so that  the  two  working  together
could  and  did  represent  the science  and  the art  of  medicine
with  a degree  of  thoroughness, precision   and  success  that  is
seldom  equalled  in family  practice.    The  special  skill  of  the
assistants,  alone, or  at  the command  of a less  practical  mind
might  be  of  little value ;   but  Earle  could use  it  with telling
effect  and  at   the  same time  have the  aid of  his trusty  lieu-
tenant  in  keeping  his great  army  of  clients well  in  hand.    As
a  family  physician  Dr.  Earle was  thoroughly  conscientious  and
devoted.    He  had  more   than a  commercial  interest  in  his
people.   He  loved them.   He was  true to  them.   He served
them night  and  day  with  all  his  ability and  all  his  generous
sympathy.    He  wept  with  them  when  they  were  in  grievous
trouble and he rejoiced  with them  in times  of  gladness.    He
was  their  friend.   He  studied  his cases carefully  and  required
his assistants  to study them, and  he got to the  bottom  of  them
before  he  rested.   In   case  of  doubt  or  wearing  anxiety  no
member of  the profession  was  more  ready than  he  to advise
the  calling of  counsel.   He never  tried  to appear better  than
he  was.   He   was genuine  to   the core.   The family  doctor  is
sometimes deterred from suggesting consultation,  even  when  he
earnestly  desires it, by  the knowledge  that   such  a  course  is
commonly regarded  by  non-medical  persons as  a  confession  of
ignorance and   inferiority.    It exalts and recommends  the  con-
sultant,  and  straightway  the  anxious   friends  desire  to  retain
him  as  the regular, attendant,   and to dismiss  the devoted  and
loyal family physician.   Such   considerations  as  these  had  but
little effect  on  Earle.   He  never lost  sight  of  the  fact  that  his
first  duty  was  to  his  patient   and when  he  was  apprehensive
or uncertain he was prompt to  confess the  truth.    He  deserved
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the confidence  of  his  people  and  had  it.    He  knew  he had it
and  the  knowledge kept  alert  his  sense  of personal  loyalty.
Without the slightest ostentation  he made practical  application of
the "Golden Rule" every day  of  his life.   He was  unsparing of
himself.   Not only did  he do the best he was capable  of  doing  but
he worked without  ceasing  to do  better.  He  was an ideal family
doctor.   His sound learning and judgment, his habits of  thorough-
ness, his captivating devotion and his practical skill would command
recognition  and success  in any community;  but  the addition of
his  irresistible  personality  was  a  guarantee  of  pre-eminence in
public  esteem.    His  imposing presence ;   his obvious  strength  ;
his cordiality  and  gentleness ;  his friendly  earnestness  and  care
and  familiarity  ; his honest and responsive  sympathy ; his rollick-
ing  laughter and  encouraging  self-confidence;  and  the quickness
and  tenderness  of  his  emotions  all  contributed  to  make  him  a
comfort and a delight  in many  a  sick-room and   to  many  an
appealing  heart.   To  such equipment  and   to  such  character  and
attainment success  must  come by a process  just   as  natural as
that by which  a rose bush rises to the grace of inflorescence.
     Earle's  natural buoyancy  of  spirit,  his  eagerness  for enjoy-
ment,  and  the acuteness  of   his  sense  of  the  ridiculous,  made
him a  delightful companion.    He could  not  keep from laughing
when  the reflex centre  was  tickled;  and he  found  occasion   for
laughter  everywhere.   Things  that a  person of  ordinary impres-
sibility would   pass  unnoticed  or  regard  as inane  were,  to  him,
suggestive  of   rib-cracking comicalities.   "There  was  tickle in
his  laugh."     It  made   you  laugh,  too,  and  you  couldn't   help
it.    No  matter  how  grotesque  the  grotesqueries;  no  matter
how   monstrous   the  absurdities ;  no  matter  how  extravagant
the   extravaganzas;  the  convulsive  ecstasy  of   responsive   ap-
preciation  into which  Earle  was  thrown was  sure   to  make
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him  more  ridiculous  and  more  conspicuous  than  the  original
cause  of   merriment.   His good  nature  was  perennial  and  all
conquering.   He  could  contend  with  persistency  for  what  he
thought  was  right  but  his contention was without  the  bitter-
ness of personality and never degenerated  into  a quarrel.    He
never  did  a  small thing  nor  had  a  mean, thought  in  his  life.
He was unfitted  by nature for  such  parts,  just  as  he  was  un-
fitted to use a fine cambric needle.   With him the springs of  the
milk of human kindness were always overflowing.   He was ready
to be  anybody's  friend  and consequently he had an army of friends
around him.    Somewhere in  literature—perhaps  you remember
where—I   have  seen the  expression, '' We love  Him  because  He
first loved  us."    Earle attracted  friends  by being  friendly—not
by maintaining  an artful pretense  of friendliness,  but by  being
genuinely   friendly.   He could not help that.   He  was  born  so.
No matter how  busy  he was  he was ready to  stop  to  do  a
good  turn.   No  matter what  contentions had  occurred,  after all
was said   and done, and  whether he  had  lost or  won,  he was
ready  to   make  up.    He  never  harbored   resentment.   A  dis-
agreement never  made him  disagreeable.
     One  was hardly  prepared,  on  superficial  acquaintance,  for
the discovery  of the great  depth of  seriousness that  lay  beneath
that buoyant  and  joyous  exterior.   But  his  life work was serious
enough—toilsome,   drudging,  killing.     His   intensity  of  purpose
was serious  enough.    His  conceptions of  personal  honor   and
good  citizenship were  serious  enough.    His efforts  to  serve  his
fellow  men  were  serious enough.   He  was  serious when  he
ministered to the widow  and  the fatherless without thought  of
compensation  and  when  he held  out  his  strong hand  to  help
a  professional brother   in distress.   He was serious  hundreds of
times  when  he  pored  over   his  studies  from  night till  morn
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without resting.   He was  serious  in  the conviction  that there is
a  life  beyond  the grave.   He was  serious  in his aim  to lead a
blameless  and an honorable  life ;  to carry  warmth  and  sunshine
with him  where'er  he went ;  to be  an  honor  to his profession,
a  source of pride  and  comfort to  those who shared his  name,
and  a  blessing  to  the community whose  confidence  in   him was
founded  on  a rock.

                    "You see that man laughing?
                      You think he's  all fun,
                     But  the angels laugh, too,
                      At the good he has done.
                     And the children  laugh  loud
                      As they troop to  his  call ;
                     But  the poor man who  knows him
                      Laughs loudest  of all  "

     Earle,  Old  Friend :—For quarter  of  a  century  we  have
met  and  parted with   friendly grasp,   you  and  I.    We  have
counselled  one  another and  chided one  another  and  planned
and  toiled  together  for many  a year.    We  have broken  bread
together.    'Twixt us  did  truth abide  and  it  bound us  together
as  with  bonds  of  iron.    We  were   friends.    Each  knew  the
other through  and  through and just where  to  find  him  in case
of urgent need.    Not  that  either was  the unreasoning slave of
the other, and  ready, standing  at his  back;  but  that  each was
the  complement   of  the other,  and,  though unlike in disposition
as  in   physique,  when  standing close   together  we  looked  out
upon the  world  with eye to  eye.
     Little more  than a  year  ago we were in  this room   together,
you  and  I; and  with colleagues  and  pupils about us,  all joined in
doing honor to the memory of a departed friend—the first  President
of the  College.   And  as thou  stood'st  here before them all,  and
grandly  spoke for  him  whose  lips  were still,  in  the  privacy of
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my own heart I  picked thee out to speak  for  me  when  I  had
gone.   For I knew thee well.   I knew that  thy  constancy could
reach beyond  the grave, and that for me thou  would'st  search
among  the  ups  and  downs of  human   strength  and  human
weakness  constituting  my  career,  nor  cease until  thou  had'st
brought  forth  an unbroken  thread  of good intention  running
through them  all.
     But thou  art gone!   Resistless  hands  have "passed thee
up."  And  I  am  left, and  even  now  am standing up boldly, as  I
have  often  done  before,  and  speaking as  bravely  as I  can—
for thee.
     Farewell,  Old  Friend !   Colleagues  who  knew  thee long
ago  and have worked  together  with  thee  hand in hand through
blinding heat  and chilling  storm,  are  gathered  here  to say fare-
well !   And  some of us  have  come  to  know  that  we  are  no
longer young; that  our step is not as elastic as it  was ; that
our  hair is  getting thin and  gray;  that our  children and friends
are  mostly on the other shore ;   and  that  we may have a dream
ere  long—a  not  unwelcome  dream—in which  we may  see  the
shadowy figure  of an  old  friend, and  hear from afar a familiar
voice,  saying,  "Come  on,  fellows."
     And we may be together once  again,  you  and  I ;  and with
children and friends around us, and hearts bursting with gratitude
and  joy,  we   may  look down  upon  those who   are  left ;  and
upon the strangers  who  have come  upon  the scene ;  and  upon
those who have   toiled  in  other colleges,   as we  have toiled  in
this—colleges  we  used  to  consider  rivals, you   know ;  and  we
may see here and there, perched  on  earth's  highest  pinnacle  of
fame, and loved and  honored  of  all the race, one of our own boys!
And  as  we gaze  upon the  noble  throng, delving in  books and  in
laboratories  and  at the bedside of suffering  man ;  hurrying  and
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straining by  night and by day to  lessen  the  sum total  of  human
misery and to make  the  earth  brighter  and  better than  it was,
we may exclaim through  choking  sobs of love and pride,  "God
bless them,  every one ! "
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ADDRESS
     DELIVERED AT THE MEMORIAL MEETING OF THE  CHICAGO
            GYNECOLOGICAL SOCIETY, APRIL 20, 1894.


            By  Prof. Henry T. Byford,  M. D.


Gentlemen  of  the  Gynecological Society:—

    As  time  bears  us  on  from  childhood  to  adolescence  and
from adolescence to old age, we  turn  back with ever increasing
frequency  to the contemplation of death.   We  come  into  the
world  surrounded  by  friends,  with  their  smiles,  hopes  and  fair
omens;  we are  thoughtless  and  happy.   One  by  one those
friends  pass away,  and we  know that  they  cannot come  back
to us.   They leave us sorrowfully, they take their  smiles with
them.   An almighty  hand has  plucked  them and  holds them
forever  from us,  and  we  may  not  murmur.    The world is  no
longer  the same.   The vacant  places  in our  hearts  have  not
been filled—cannot be filled.   We have ceased  to  be  thought-
less  and  happy.   Hopes   and fair  omens  are  illusions of  the
past,  and  the  loneliness  of  death seems nearer.
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    I  well  remember those  younger,  hopeful days  when I  first
met our  lamented brother.    It was his  first  year  in  the  practice
of medicine,  my  first  year  in the  study.    He practiced and I
studied in  the  same office,  and  we  have worked side  by  side
ever since.
    His  life  history  up to  that  time  was  like  a  romance.    He
was born April  2nd, 1845,  at  Westford,  Vt.    When  but sixteen
years  old he  entered the  army  and  fought  in  the   War of the
Rebellion as  a common  soldier. *  He  was,  however,  soon  dis-
abled   and  sent  home.   Scarcely recovered,  he  organized  a
company  of  recruits, but  upon  presenting  his company to the
recruiting officers  the  boy  was  rejected  as  physically  unfit  for
the campaign.   All  of  his work,  all  of  his enthusiasm, all of
his hopes, all  of  his interest in  life  seemed suddenly  shattered.
He wept in  bitter  disappointment.   Upon  the  urgent  solicita-
tion of  his comrades  he  was finally  allowed  to  go with  them
in the capacity of  orderly sergeant,  and  was  soon  after made
a  lieutenant.   In the  Battle of Chickamauga  Lieut. Earle  was
in command of  Company  C.   He  led forty-five men into battle,
and came out with  only ten.   Many of  his  friends were slain,
and when at  night  the  arms  were stacked and he  looked  over
the remnants,  he threw himself  down on  the  ground  and  wept
again,  this  time for them.    Fierce as  a  lion  but  a few hours
before,  he  was  now tender-hearted  as  a  woman.    It stands
recorded  of  him  in  this  engagement  that   '' he stood  by  the
colors  throughout  the  fight, and,  though all   but   two  of  the
color  guards  were  killed  and wounded  and  the colors cut to
pieces,  he faltered  not  an  instant."    He  was  taken  prisoner
soon  afterward,  and  spent  four  months  in  Libby  Prison.    He
escaped  through the  famous underground  tunnel, and wandered
six winter nights  through  the swamps  of the  enemy's  country,
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until  he  finally  regained the  union army  in  an  exhausted and
starving  condition,  almost  carrying a  friend  whose  mind had
already begun to  show   signs  of   serious  derangement.    The
story  of  this  experience  as  told   by him never  failed to  thrill
his  audience,   and  has long  ago  become  famous.   He made  a
flying  trip   home,  but   hastened   back  to  engage   with  the
remnants  of  his faithful  "Company C"  in  many a  battle, and
win  for  himself  a captaincy  as a  reward  for  personal  bravery.
Yet, after so  serving  his country,  he had  to wait a  year  before
he  was old enough  to  cast  his  first vote.
    The  war over,   he  attended  Beloit  College,  putting five
years of study into three,  and  then  entered  the Chicago Medical
College,  and  graduated  with  honors  in  1870.
    From  this time  on  we  knew  him  well.   He plunged into
medical life as he had into  military life.    He  rapidly  became  a
member  of about  all  of the  medical  societies  in  Chicago, and
then,  on   account  of   his  fitness  and   unlimited  capacity  for
work,  became their  Secretary  and their  President.   For  seven-
teen  years he was   attending  physician   to  the  Washingtonian
Home,  and  latterly   was  attending  physician  to   the  Wesley
Hospital.    He was  one  of   the  founders of both  the Woman's
Medical  College  and  the  College of  Physicians and Surgeons
of Chicago  ;  and was Dean,  and Professor of  Diseases of Chil-
dren  in  the  former,  and  President,  Treasurer  and   Professor of
Obstetrics  in   the  latter.    He was  also   Professor of  Obstetrics
in the  Post  Graduate Medical School,  and  at the time  of  his
death  was   the  President   of   the  Chicago  Medical  Society.
Besides being a  member  of   many minor organizations  he  was
Charter  Member  of   the  American  Pedriatic   Society, and  of
the  Chicago   Medico-Legal  Society,  member   of   the   British
Medical  Association,   Illinois   State  Medical Society,  and Chicago
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Pathological  Society.   He was  one of the  Organizers and  Presi-
dents  of  the  Chicago  Gynecological  Society,   and  prized  this
membership   above  all   others.    We  feel  that  of   all    men
we were his brothers.
     He  was  a  prolific author.   Besides  being  a constant  con-
tributor  to the  periodical  press, he  was  one  of  the  writers  of
 -Keatings'  Cyclopedia of   Diseases  of  Children,"  and of   the
 "American  Text-Book  of  Diseases  of   Children;"   and   when
 taken sick had   an article  in  preparation,  which  will  appear in
 the  "American  Text-Book  of  Obstetrics."    But  he  did  not
 live  to   enjoy the  increased   honor  and  reputation  that  these
 important  additions  to  medical literature  would  have brought
 him.
      Outside   of  the  profession  he  was  no   less  popular   and
 scarcely  less prominent.    He  was   a  member  of  the   Loyal
 Legion,  of the  Illinois  Club,  the  Lincoln  Club,  and  the  Irving
 Literary  Society.    He   wrote  notable  essays  on  temperance,
 education, military themes,  and  other similar  topics.  He was
 passionately  fond  of  music,  and  a  good singer.    He  was a
 favorite   after-dinner   orator.    He  possessed   a  commanding-
 almost  colossal-figure,  a  handsome face,  a   powerful intellect,
 a  magnetic  temperament,  and  a  voice   whose sonorous   and
 sympathetic  vibrations  immediately asserted   kinship  with  his
 audience.    I doubt  if  there  is one  here  who did  not  love to
  hear him talk.
       He  was  eminently social, and seemed   to  become  rested,
  and to  gather  strength  from  friendly  intercourse.    He  took no
  vacations,  his   only  recreation being  his  intense  enjoyment of
  everything  in  which he was  interested.    His  buoyant,   respon-
  sive nature and intense mental and physical energy  made  activity
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an  enjoyment  in itself.    He  drew pleasure from everybody  and
everything,  and  thus worked  without  weariness,  and  infused  his
own  enthusiasm into those  about  him.
     His relations  with  his patients cast a  bright  halo over  his
professional  life.    He  delighted  to  give  money to  his  poorer
patients rather than to receive it from them.  The sympathy and
Christian charity  he  could  not  conceal,  made  more  tolerable
the  sufferer's  lot,   and  even  made  death  seem  easier.    His
presence  was  better  than medicine.
     His private  life was  full of  the  beautiful.    The  well-known
encouragement  and  assistance given  by  his  wife was a striking
example  of womanly  devotion,  in  giving  up  all  to him,  and
for him.   No  breath of  scandal  or sound  of  domestic dissension
ever  disturbed  the  peace of  his  fireside    Hospitality was  one
of  his  most  prominent   characteristics,  of  which  we  all  had
numerous proofs.   His  best  side was not  shown  to the outer
world,  but  in his  home.
     His public  acts  gave rise  to less criticism  than  could  have
been   expected  considering his  activity  and  influence ;  indeed,
were  we to judge  of him by his motives we might  say  that  he
could  not  do  wrong.    He  did  what  he considered  right  first,
and  considered  his  own  advancement  afterward.    He  was  at
one time persuaded  to  accept a Professorship  in  Rush  Medical
College, but when  soon  after he  became  convinced that he  was
doing  an injustice   to  the college  he  had  abandoned,  he  left
Rush  and went  back.   Who can  withhold  admiration and  con-
fidence from  a  man whose  acts  were  based  upon  such  high
principles.
    But,  alas,  it  was  largely this  that  was  his undoing.    So
busy  he was that  he did  much of his reading  in  bed at  night,
until  overcome by sleep,  when his book  would  often  fall  to the
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flopr.   Yet  he always  found time  to attend to  the  wants  of  an
insatiate  multitude.    Not  only  his  patients,  his   offices,   his
friends  could  have  abundantly  of  his  time,  but  even  students
who were neglecting  their opportunities would  receive verbal and
written advice, dictated by his sense of duty and kindness of  heart.
His  example might  be safely  emulated by the  rising generation,
in all  except  this excess  of zeal.   A little  more  time for study,
for reflection,  for developing original  ideas,  for  systematic  intel-
lectual  and  literary  labor,  for  relaxation  and  recreation  would
have  enabled  him to  live  longer  and  to do  much  that  he was
as yet  only hoping  to  do.   Had he  concentrated his prodigious
energy, enthusiasm and  talent  upon  one thing,  it  might perhaps
have  been  better    He fondly  dreamed that he  still  might  aid
in the establishment  of   a  children's  hospital,  and  hoped  in
the near  future  to write  an individual book  on  Children's  Dis-
eases.
     He  had  yet  much  to  do  for  women.    His genius  as  an
organizer,  leader  and  financier  was  nowhere  better exemplified
than  in  the  success of  the Woman's  Medical  College  of this
city.   His  heart  was  in  the work,  and the  students  were  all
his children.   While  the Woman's  Medical  College  is  remem-
bered,   he  will  not  be  forgotten.     He  might  be  called  the
hope  of our struggling women  in  medicine
     But  these  self-imposed  burdens   for  the   benefit  of   his
friends  and  his  profession  were too  much for  even a  man  of
his great  physique.    He took  the  world  upon  his  shoulders,
but  the  world  was  too  heavy.    He fell, crushed  by its  weight.
But  what a glorious  fall  it  was.    Striding,  struggling,  restless
and  unresting, day  after  day  and  night  after  night  he was
cheerful  and  uncomplaining, until  he  sank  suddenly  and  could
not  rise.    A  hero on  the battlefield,  he  was a hero to  the end.
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     His career cannot  be called ended—it  was  cut  short.   All
that  he  accomplished  in  medicine  was  done  in  twenty-three
years.    Had  he lived another  twenty  years,  to round  out his
rightful three  score  and  ten,  he might  indeed have  attained to
something to  excite our  wonder.
     What Mirabeau was to  French  politics  Earle was  to  local
medicine  in  Chicago—a popular, irresistable,  all-pervading  influ-
ence.   Earle  was  greater  than  Mirabeau, for he had  not the
vices of  his  great  mental  and  physical prototype.
     I   am even  tempted  to  use the  expression of  the melan-
choly  Dane:   "Take him for all in  all,  I  shall not  look  upon
his  like again."  You  may smile.    You  say: "Why  Earle did
not  invent new operations,  new methods, or make revolutionary
discoveries.   Earle was not  a luminary of  the  first  magnitude."
But  I  tell  you  he was.   He  did  not,  indeed,  focus his  light
upon one  small spot and shine like a lonely star, whose brilliancy
depended  upon  surrounding  darkness,  but  he diffused  it  about
him like  the  softer but greater  "milky way."   He  worked not
to  show  his  own light,  but to  lighten  the earth.   He  was not
a  genius  in  one  thing—he was  great in  many  things.    Instead
of  laboriously scaling  the cold  and  glittering point of  one  lofty
pinnacle,   he  leaped  from  height   to   height,   illuminating all.
His students  whom he  inspired, his colleagues  whom  he   sup-
ported, his fellow soldiers whom he  cheered,  his patients whom
he  helped,  all knew his greatness,  and  I do  not know that he
cared  for  the adulation  of  others.    He  sought  not the distant
praise  of  the  multitude,  but  rather the  appreciation  of  those
with whom  he  rejoiced  and  sorrowed.    The sublimity of   love
was  in  his   heart,  the  tenderness  of   love shall   be  in his
memory.
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A   MEMORIAL
       by  Mrs.  George  Sherwood.

Read  before  the  Irving  Literary   Society,

               December  8,   1893.
     Tennyson,  in  his  memorial lines  to  his beloved friend,  Arthur

Hallam,  writes :
                " How pure at heart, and sound in head,
                 With what divine affections bold,
                 Should be the man whose thought would hold
                 An hour's communion with the dead,

                 In vain shalt thou, or any, call
                 The spirits from their golden days,
                 Except, like them, thou too canst say,
                 My spirit is at peace with all.

                 They haunt the silence of the breast,
                 Imaginations calm and fair,
                 The memory, like a cloudless air,
                 The conscience, as a sea at rest.

                 But when the heart is full of din,
                 And doubt beside the portal waits,
                 They can but listen at the gates,
                 And hear the household jar within."

     Tenderly,   reverently,   with  uplifted  soul,  and  with  bated

breath  do  we  approach the portals of  that  world through  which

those  who have  "gone before"  have  passed.   Standing  in such
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sacred nearness  to,  and  catching faint glimpses  of the  eternal
presence  where  their  existence  is  now centered,  shall  not  the
radiant  vision  so  enchain  our  senses that  we  shall  be lifted
above  these narrowing and  swift  flitting  scenes  of  time,  and
thus  while we  linger  just  outside  the  portals of the  land that
is  "fairer  than  day,"  they "listening  at  the  gates,"  shall hear
no  "household  jar" in that  lower sphere  where, at longest,  we
shall  only  "tarry  but  a  night."  So  shall spirit  touch  spirit,
and  they  shall  always dwell  with  us.

                   " Imaginations calm and fair,"
                     And " memories like to cloudless air."

    As one by one,  those whom  we  have known and   loved,
who  have  walked with  us and  talked  with us  along  life's high-
ways,  each  in  his  own  time, for  it   is appointed  unto  all men
once  to die,  '' wraps  the  drapery  of  his  couch  about  him  and
lies down  to pleasant dreams,"   "how  poorer and poorer,  and
lonelier and lonelier  this world  becomes."   How  full of mocking
echoes  of voices that were  once sweeter  music to us  than  any
songs  of birds.   How shadowy  the   hands  that  in our  waking
dreams we seek in vain  to clasp.   How  bitter and hard  a task
it  is to take up our pilgrim's staff and  journey  on  without them.
     But they cannot  wholly leave  us,  for  love  is  immortal,  its
light  fixed  and  white as  the stars, and deathless  is  it as God
himself.   And  love,  this love that has  once  been ours,  nor night
nor death can  quench.  It not only lights  all the  way  from the
cradle to  the  tomb,  but  it  over-arches  the  river  that  divides
the  heavenly land  where  they walk  in light,  from  this darkened
world  where we sit in  tears.   It  is  one  and  the  same,   here,
there,  now  and  always.   Death  cannot  lay  its blighting finger
upon it.   It is  a spiritual entity, and  death cannot touch spirit.
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Then  if love  live  on,  and  know  no  change  save  to  strengthen
as eternity lengthens,  has  not this  accident of  nature,  this  that
we call  death been shorn  of  its  power, and  may we  not  in
triumph  ask :
                  " O grave, where is thy victory ?"

     Death is  but  the  path  that   must  be trod,  if man  would
ever  pass  to  God.    Death  is more  than this — it  is another
life.   Call not those  who have passed on,   dead.   They live ; 'tis
we  who  die.   Life and love  being  then their  measureless  por-
tion, they  are  forever blest.   They  are the  children of the King,
and  now  have   come  unto  their  heavenly  inheritance.   They
have  "washed their robes  and made them white  in  the blood
of the  Lamb."   We  miss  them.    We  are the mourners, they,
the victors.    We  call their names  with sobs  in our  voices.    If
but our  mortal ears could  be attuned  to  heavenly  harmonies we
might  list  their  voices  joining in  the hallelujah  chorus of  the
skies.   If  but  the  mist that  veils  our  earthly   vision could,  in  a
twinkling,  be  lifted so  that we could  pierce  the  thin veil  that
hangs  between this  world  and  that  other so  near,  would we,
think you,  call  our loved  ones  back  to this lower  plain,  this
earthly tenting ground ?   Would we who sit  here  to-night with
a  hush upon the  heart,  and  a  vague sense  of  sorrow and unrest,
because  we  have  another vacant chair and a loved  voice answers
nevermore  to  our roll-call,  would  we  call our beloved  brother
back  if  we  might ?   Ah! we  are  so   weak, so  short-sighted,  it
is  best  that  the  choice  is  not given   us.
     A strong, loving presence has  gone out  from  us.   A great,
warm  heart is stilled.  We  listen  in  vain  for  the  cheery tones
of the voice   that  was   ever raised in  kindly  greetings  to   the
lowest and humblest  as  well  as  to the companion and  friend.
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To  this  great  soul  all  mankind  was  his  neighbor  and  friend.
His  love  was  limitless  as the  world  in  which  he lived,  and
which  he made better and  brighter for his  living in it.  Charity,
the  golden   name  for love,  was a   distinguishing  trait  in  his
character.   To the  poor  and  the needy  he  was  not  only  the
kind  friend and  the  wise  counsellor,   but  the  self-sacrificing  and
tender-hearted   physician  as  well.    The  sick poor  man  never
appealed to him in vain.   He never spared himself,  and  he never
gave grudgingly.
     Not to  many is it  given  to  be  so  deeply  mourned  by  so
many  of  earth's  lowly  ones.   Said a  lady who  is  present:  "It
was  one  of  the saddest  funerals  I  ever  attended,  because  so
many  poor  women and  children  about  me were  sobbing as  if
their  hearts  were  breaking."   He  needs  no other  monument
than that.    Write him  down the poor man's friend—let that  be
his  epitaph.
     He  had  a genius for  work.   The world  makes  large  drafts
upon  its  willing workers,  and  he  was ever in  the  front  ranks
of those who responded to her calls.  Relying upon his magnificent
strength and  wonderful  vitality, he seems  not to  have  measured
the  powers  of  his  endurance.    He threw  himself,  with  all   his
time,  all  of his  talents,  and  his lofty ambitions, with all  the
ardor  of his  kindly nature,  into those  places  where  the call   for
earnest  work  seemed  most  urgent.    Friends  noting  the high
tension  under  which he labored, foresaw  danger and  raised the
warning  voice.    But,  always  nervous,  energetic,   eager,   he
seemed  never to have  known  the  meaning   of  the  word rest.
So,  as had  been predicted,  while yet in the glory of  his  prime,
the  full fruition of his powers,  and  in  the midst  of  his usefulness,
when  it seemed to us who  loved  him, that a score,  at least,  of
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the  completest and best  years of  his  life should be  yet  in  store
for him, suddenly the "silver chord  was  loosed," the pale  hands
dropped their  tasks,  and he went  away.    But who  doubts that

                          " Unto him is given
                  A life that bears immortal fruit,
                  In such great offices as suit
                  The full-grown energies of heaven."

     Loyalty was another marked  feature  of his character.   Loy-
alty was  written  in  letters  of  gold on the  tablets of his  heart,
and thrilled through every  fibre  of  his  being.   He was  loyal to
home, loyal to friends,  loyal to  country," loyal to duty  everywhere,
under  all  circumstances,  and at all times.   Read  his record  as
a  soldier  while  only a boy yet  in his  teens.  His country  was
in  peril,  and  his  young  blood was fired at the thought.   Brave
soul that  he  was — the  shot  and  shell  of the  battlefield  had
no terrors  for  him,  and   before  yet  he   had  come to  man's
estate,  he  had   made  for   himself  a  name on the  roll  of  his
country's  heroes that many an old veteran in  the service  might
well covet.
     'Twere  hard to  count  the  sum of  the many  manly virtues
of this  our  noble,   great-hearted friend who has  gone.  On  the
social side  of  his nature  spring-time   and  sunshine ever waited.
Who of us can forget the cheery greeting, the cordial  hand-grasp,
the  ringing  laugh,  the  heart-lifting cheerfulness which emanated
from,  and  seemed  always  a  part  of,  his  being.    He made  all
the  lives that his  own  life  touched,  richer  and  fuller.
     He will long be  missed  along many lines and  in  many  ways.
In  his  profession,  where he took  high rank,  his  compeers will
miss  him.    In   the  hospitals,  where   the  eyes of  the  suffering
watched  for   his   approach  and  brightened  at  his  coming,  he
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will  be missed.   In  the lowly homes of penury and  pain,  where
he  brought healing and courage,  he  will be  missed.   In  the  fast
thinning army ranks  when the  veterans  gather  to rehearse  the
deeds  and daring  of the  days that  tried men's souls,  they  will
miss him,  the once boy hero of Libby  prison.   Those  who were
proud to call him friend, will  miss  him,  because they found in him
the realization of the  full  meaning of all which that sacred term
implies.
    This  Irving,   of which  he was so  long  a  loyal member,  will
miss his  genial   presence,  his   ever-ready  helpfulness,  and  the
magnetism  of  his strong personality.   But  more  than  all,  will
they who   sit   by  the  darkened  hearthstone  in yonder  desolate
home,   and wait,  and  ever more wait  in  vain,  for  his  coming,
miss  him.   She,  our  well  beloved one, to whom in these bitter
days our  hearts   go  out in yearning  tender  sympathy ;  she,  the
bride   of   his  young   manhood; she,  the  cherished  and  proud
and  happy partner of  all  his triumphs and  successes;  she, the
faithful and devoted  one who  kept  her  long,   sad vigils  beside
him,  until they said "it  is over, he sleeps."   Ah! she will miss
him  as none   other can ;  for she loved him  well.   For  her the
sun is  now  darkened,   and the  night has  closed   in  about  her.
She  will  live  because  she  must, but  the  light  of her  life  has
gone  out.   We  stand  still  in  presence  of   this  numbing pain,
this  crushing  loss  that weighs  her  down.   Words  were  void,
meaningless as the idle wind.   Sympathy, our  sympathy  she has
in  boundless   measure.   We  would  pour  the  balm  of   healing
into  her   bruised  heart were  it  possible.    Only her  children,
and  her own  strong  sense of duty  can  bring  her  back  to the
old ways  in  life  again.   So,  loving  her tenderly, and praying for
her each  rising and  setting day,  we leave her to God,   and to
time, the  only healer.    To  our  brother, our friend beloved, whom
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we  shall meet and greet  nevermore here, we now say good night,
but in  some  fairer  land where day  shall  never end,  and night
shall  never spread her black wings  over  us,  we  shall  greet him
with  a  glad good morning.
5Q
• 
 
ytper rrtemonal fKeetinas were beld by i\)e
OQicaao   1° Ifoedical  Society,
November 20, 1893.
,Le   vjrjicaao   I  atrjoloqical  Society,
November 24, 1893.
1 r>e   American  I  ediatric   ^ociety,




           May 29, 1894,
\)Q   Illinois  Oiub,




  May 24,  1894.
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                    esolutions on \\)e  uea\\)

                              OF

       BR.  6HARLES  WARRINGT0N   BARLE,

                             BY THE

           Woman s  I Kedical  oolleae of  obicaao.

Whereas :
     In  the  providence  of  God,  Dr.  Charles  Warrington Earle,
Dean of our  School,  has been  removed  from among us by the
hand of  death.
     For  over twenty  years  he has been  actively identified with
the interests of  the school,  and in the formation  and  consumma-
tion  of   every  plan  for   its  building  up  and for the  medical
education of women.   To  this  end  he  has  ever given unspar-
ingly his  time,  his labor   and  his  means,  cheerfully  bearing
always more than  his share  of  our burdens  and anxieties.
     No   one  could  come into such intimate  relations with  him
as  did   our  faculty  without  knowing him  as  a man of  the
bravest  and most  earnest  spirit ;  one whose   great  heart over-
flowed with kindliness and  love ;  one  whose  characteristics were
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 honesty,  conscientiousness  and  self-forgetfulness;  one who  was
 a true physician,  learned  and  skillful in  the profession  he  has
 adorned for twenty-three years.
     His genial  and kindly presence  was  a   benign   influence in
 the  sick  chamber,  for  into   many  hearts  were  dropped  such
 words of cheer and hopefulness that drooping  spirits were  revived,
 suffering and sorrow were  assuaged,  and  new  courage given  to
 battle with  disease  and death.
     His professional  attainments  were  of  such  high  order  that
 his  influence extended farther  than his own  community and  city;
 and  he  brought  to  the  chair  he  has so  ably  filled, and  to  the
 consultation  room the  fruits   of  long  years  of  experience,  and
 study,  and  labor,  which  were  of  incalculable value.
     His labors  among  us  are ended, but  the  influence  of  his
 grand  and  kindly  life remains,  and  the  work  accomplished  in
 these  years  for  the  medical education  of  women  has reared for
 him  a  monument  more  enduring than  bronze or  marble, in the
 hearts of  all those who  have served  with him, and have come
 in contact with  him  in  that   work.
     Be It  Resolved:   That, while feeling our  own loss so  deeply,
 we do  hereby  also extend  our  deepest sympathy to  those of  his
 own family  so greatly bereaved, and   especially  to  his wife and
 children, upon whom this affliction falls  so   much more  heavily
 than it does upon  us.
     Resolved:  That these resolutions  be spread upon  the minutes,
 and  that a copy  be sent  to the family of Dr.  Earle.

                               D.  R.  Brower,      j
                               John Edwin Rhodes, I Committee.
                               Eliza  H.  Root,      )


Chicago, Nov.  25,  1893.
64 
     At a  meeting of  the Executive  Committee of  the  Board  of
Trustees  of  Northwestern   University,  held  at  the  University
office  in   Evanston,   on November  24th,   1893,   the  following
minute referring  to  the death  of Dr.  Charles Warrington Earle
was  presented,  and   on  motion,  it  was  ordered  that the  same
be  spread  at  length  upon   the  records  and,  that  the  Secretary
be   instructed  to furnish  a copy  of  the  same  to   Dr.  Earle's
family.
     ' 'The Executive  Committee  of  Northwestern   University has
learned with profound regret of the death of  Charles Warrington
Earle,  A.M.,  M.D.,   Dean   of  the Woman's  Medical  School  of
Northwestern University, and  Professor  of  Diseases  of  Children
and  Clinical Medicine.   Wre  desire to place upon record  our  sense
of deep sorrow  and  our profound  regret over  the  death of  so
efficient, devoted  and  valuable  an  officer of  the  institution, and
we  hereby instruct the  Secretary of the Executive  Committee  of
the  Board of Trustees of Northwestern University to  communicate
with  the   family  of  the   deceased   and  the  Faculty  of the
Woman's  Medical School,  our appreciation  of  the  devoted and
unselfish services  of  Dr.  Earle  in the cause of  medical  education
of women,  and our sympathy with  them  in this  great affliction."

                                          Frank P. Crandon,
                                                           Secretary.
65 
Dear Mrs. Earle :
                  We want  to tell  you of  our  sympathy and
sorrow.   We feel,  as  every  Alumnae of the  Woman's  Medical
College  must,  that womanhood and  all  of  the oppressed have
lost  an  honored  and  beloved  champion,  and  each  one of  us
a  friend.
    We  mourn  with  you.
                           Sincerely,
                                    Mary E.  Bates, '8i.
                                    Edith A. Root,  '75.
                                    Charlotte  G. Hawk, '89.
                                    Ida Noyes Beaver,  '91.
                                    Florence Wetzel,  '88.

Denver,  Col. ,
            November 21, 1893.
66 
At  a Special  Meeting  of  the  Faculty of the
          Oolleqe  of  rrwsicians and  ourqeons

the following resolutions were  adopted:
    Whereas :   It   has  pleased  the  Almighty  Ruler   of  the
Universe  to  summon  from  our  midst our  colleague and  friend,

           Charles  Warrington  Earle, A.M.,  M.D.,

President  of the Board  of  Directors, and Professor  of  Obstetrics,
of the  College  of Physicians  and Surgeons ;
    Resolved:   That  in the death of Prof.  Earle the college has
lost one of  its  founders and most  highly  esteemed  teachers, the
medical profession one of its greatest leaders,  and society  a valued
member ;
    Resolved:   That we deeply sympathize with the family of our
deceased colleague in  their great bereavement, and commend  them
to Him who orders all  things for  the  best, and who alone can
heal  a wounded spirit ;
    Resolved:   That these  resolutions be  spread  upon the records
of the college  and  a  copy  thereof  transmitted  to  the  family  of
our deceased colleague,  and  to the  medical  and  secular press  of
Chicago.

                    D. A.  K.  Steele, M.D.,         J
                    Henry T. Byford,  M.D.,        -Committee.
                    Henry Parker  Newman,  M.D.,  \
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    Whereas :  It has  pleased the  Divine  Providence  to  take
from  our  midst one  of  the founders of our  college,  and one of
our most  beloved instructors  Dr.  Charles Warrington  Earle.

    Be It Resolved:   That we,  the  students  of the  College of
Physicians and Surgeons, deeply deplore  the death of our learned
and most  loyal President,  and realize the personal loss occasioned
by his untimely end.
    Resolved;  Further,  that  we extend to  his bereaved family
and relatives our deepest sympathy  in the  hour of  their affliction.
    Resolved:  That a  copy of  these  resolutions be presented to
the bereaved family,  and that a copy be spread  upon the  minutes
of the various  classes of the institution.

                              G. Windell,
                              F. A. Turner,
                              F. A. Weatherford,  y Committee.
                              I. H.  Cole,
                              Geo.  C. Wasser,      J

November 25, 1893.
68 
                  merican  I   ediatric   ^Dociety.

Dear  Mrs. Earle :
                   It  is my duty to  express to you the sympathy
of  the American  Pediatric Society,  in  the  loss of  one of  its
most  active  and  enthusiastic  members — your  husband.    From
its  organization  Dr.   Earle  has been  one of  its  prize members,
and   has  won   the   admiration   of  all  for  his  acuteness  of
observation,  practical  methods of  management,  and  frankness in
dealing with  the  diseases  of  children.
    When our  society  convenes in  May formal  action  will  be
taken, so  I  am sure that  I  am  now voicing the sentiments of
all  the members.
                            Very truly,
                                              Samuel S. Adams.

Washington,  D. C,
             December 2,  1893.
69 
Practitioner s   fcjlub   of   teLicaao.
    Inasmuch  as  one whom  we  have   all  been  honored  in
calling brother—Charles  Warrington Earle—has been removed
by  the great Power which  ordains all things ;  and,
    Inasmuch as  the  honored  departed  one  was  at  all  times
one of our  most active  members,  always   alert  in  that  which
promised good  to  the profession, always  ready with  hand  and
spirit   to  promote  social  and  intellectual   advancement,   there-
fore,  be it
    Resolved:   That we  herewith express  our  deepest  sympathy
to  the afflicted  family, and that a  copy  of this  proceeding  be
spread upon  the records of  our  organization.
    Adopted  by a  unanimous  rising  vote at a  special  meeting
of  the  Practitioner's Club,  of  Chicago,  held  November 22, 1893.

                                   Geo.  Henry Cleveland,
                                                         Secretary. 
esolutions on  \\)Q  ueaty
                              OF


       Br.  Sharles  Warringt0n   Barle.

    Whereas,   God  in his infinite wisdom,  has called Dr. Earle
from  the  active  duties of  his  noble  manhood,  to  the   higher
pursuits of the  life  to come,
    Resolved:
    I.  That we,  the students  of  the Chicago Training  School,
are sincerely sorrowful that by his removal to the Heavenly Courts of
Knowledge, we have lost the privilege of  ever again beholding his
manly form and of listening to  his cheery words of instruction in
our class room :   But  we  remember  that  our loss  is  his  eternal
gain.
    II.  That we were deeply impressed  by his great zeal in his
profession,  by his  clear, forcible manner of  presenting truths,  and
by  the  marvelous  tenderness of heart, manifested  by his  evident
love for the  "dear little people,"  and  his  anxiety for their welfare.
    III.   That we extend  our warm  sympathy to his  bereaved
wife and  children,  lovingly commending  them to  the tender care
of the Comforter.

                      CHICAGO  TRAINING  SCHOOL,
                   For City, Home  and Foreign Missions,
                                           i 14 Dearborn Ave.
                                                   Chicago, 111.

Fanny Meyer,       j
Mamie Melton,      v Committee.
Josephine  Tingley,  )

November 20th,  1893.
71 
                        FRilitary  0rder

                              OF THE

        Qoyal   Qeaion   of   tr>e   clnited   aptates.

                 Oommandery, Gptate of clllinois.

                                Chicago,  December  20,  1893.

    At  the stated  meeting  of   this  Commandery,  held  on  the
Fourteenth  day of  December,   Eighteen  Hundred   and  Ninety-
three,  the  accompanying  report  of  a  committee  appointed  to
prepare a  tribute of  respect to the memory of our late  Com-
panion,  First Lieutenant  and  Brevet  Captain Charles  Warring-
ton Earle,  was  read  and  adopted.
By  order  of  Lieutenant
Charles W. Davis,
           Lieut. Col. Recorder.
Richard S. Tuthill,
                   Commander.
     CHARLES WARRINGTON EARLE,  a native of  Vermont,
having come with  his  father to  this  state,  enlisted  ere  he  was
sixteen  years of  age  in  an  Illinois regiment.   From May, until
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September, 1861,  he served  as  a  private,  most  of the time in
what is known as Fremont's Missouri Campaign.   At the date last
named, a  sallow stripling,  weak  and wasted,  he was  discharged
for disability.

     Returning to his father's home, the  invigorating air that blew
o'er  the  hills of  Lake  County, expelled  the poison with which  his
system had been filled in the swamps of Missouri,  and August  11,
1862,  he  again  enlisted as a  private;  this  time in what afterward
became  the  96th  Illinois  Volunteer  Infantry.   Because  of  his
intelligence and  experience, he was made First Sergeant of  Com-
pany C,  of that  regiment,  and thereafter rose to the rank of First
Lieutenant, in which capacity he  commanded  his company  at the
battle  of  Chickamauga.

     His  was  a  part of Granger's  command that  on   the third day
came  up  in  time to hurl  back the triumphing foe to save the day
and  the  army.   Three times wounded  on   that  memorable  field,
he remained with  his  company,  and with  it, owing to a mistake
of a staff officer, he was captured  after the  Union  forces aban-
doned  Missionary Ridge.

     A prisoner  in   Libby,  the  hope  of escape  was ever present
with him.   Into a hole,  back of  a stove,  in a chimney,  thence
down  to a cellar, whence a  tunnel, prepared by stout hearts and
eager  hands,  led through  the foundations  of  a  three  story  brick
building,   beneath  the  pavement,  alongside of  foul and  noisome
sewers ran  the  narrow way  through which  he  and  one  hundred
and  eighteen  others  crawled  to the  open air.

     Dodging  sentinels,  mingling  with  rebel citizens  and  soldiers,
cautiously and stealthily he made his way to the  fortifications that
surrounded  Richmond,  and  over  these   on  hands  and knees  in
silence and darkness, groped  his  way ; thence on, till as  daylight
appeared, he  sought the friendly  shelter of a half  frozen morass,
and  in its  chill  and damp embrace laid  down  to   wait  for  the
coming of night.   Thus,  from  morn  to night,  and night  to  morn
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for six days, guided by  the  stars,  he wended  his way.   Twice  he
crept in  the  darkness  to negro quarters, the  habitation of a slave  ;
to the homes of the  yet  despised  and down trodden,  and twice in
such humble abodes  he was warmed  and  fed with  all  his  hosts
had, while  a cordon  of dusky  sentinels  ranged without  to give
warning  of  the approach of  whites.   At  last, when hunger and
cold,  the chill  and ooze in which  they lay, and the  fatigue of the
wearisome way had  unsettled  the  mind  of his  one  companion,
he reached  an  outpost of the Union army.
     And for what did this  slender boy, not  yet  a voter,  do this ?
Only that  he  might  once more stand  before  his  country's foe,
again interpose  his body between the armed hosts of rebellion and
the nation's  life.  It  cannot  be amiss in  these days,  if  now and
then, at  least in this presence,  the disinterested patriotism of such
as was our  dead comrade  is recalled.
     Thirty days leave of  absence  was given him,  thirty  days  to
look  at  the old farm,  to see   and  embrace  family  and  friends,
to  tell  to listening  neighbors  the  romantic story  of his escape,
to shake off  and  out the  foul  exhalations of prison and  marsh  ;
to travel two thousand miles  and rejoin his regiment.   The month
gone, and he is again where  danger is most  imminent and foemen
most  frequent.
     Participating  in   all  the battles  of  the  Atlanta  campaign  ;
present   at   Franklin  and   Nashville ;  serving as  Aid-de-Camp,
brevetted Captain  for gallant and  meritorious service at  Chicka-
mauga,   Resaca,  Atlanta,  Franklin and Nashville.   At the close of
the war  he  resumed   the  studies  he had  left, took up  pursuits
always kept  in mind,  and so came  to be the able, learned, con-
scientious, faithful physician and surgeon  he was  for many  years.
     As husband and  father, as  neighbor and citizen,  as  instructor
and  friend,   as  physician  and  companion,  as soldier  and  man,
he was without fear  and  without  reproach.   No  one  who  knew
Charles Warrington Earle as we knew him,  can  ever lose faith in
humanity.    No one  who saw   him in the  shock  of  battle, can
ever want for an example  of  manly  courage.   No one who entered
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into the  recesses  of  his  heart  and  felt the  touch  of  his strong
hand,  can fail  to  know what friendship  is.

     Dear Friend :

                    Whatever chaplet honor wears,
                    Whatever rank can valor claim
                    Whatever guerdon truth doth hold
                        Is thine :
                    And thou art ours.

                                 Arba  N.  Waterman, i
                                 William  E.  Clarke, I Committee.
                                 Daniel R. Brower,  )
75 
          ^Ictiora of  fc^e Qon^e^ational Q\uh>

                        ON THE DEATH OF


      J)p. C^pfec   Wamn^ton  EaHe.


    At  a meeting of the Congregational  Club of Chicago,  held
on  the  evening of December  18,  1893,  the  following  Minute
was  read  and  adopted  and  ordered entered on  the records  of
the Club :
    The members of the  Congregational Club  have heard with
surprise  and  profound grief  the   announcement  of  the  death of
our beloved  fellow-member,

             Dr.  Charles Warrington  Earle.

    Dr.  Earle was  born  at Westford, Vermont, April 2, 1845.  He
died  here in  Chicago November 19,  1893.   Thus he opened and
closed his eyes to the world inside the limit  of fifty years.   But  these
Years which  his career covered were such  years — so full of agita-
tion  and  invention  and  progress,  and   so  momentous  to the
interests of freedom and  the unity of the  nation  under whose flag
he was born, and the advance of  Christian civilization,  that it  is
hard to  find a parallel to them in the preceding ages.  To all that
was going on he was open-eyed and  sensitive,  and  his pulse beat
in  liveliest sympathy with  every  movement  which  originated  in
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patriotism, or love of  righteousness,  or a desire to help humanity
forward.
    While,  therefore,  according to the common standards of  men
his  life  on earth  was  not  long,  it was an  intense life,  and one
ciowded with experiences  and activities which were a  credit alike
to his head and heart.
    Trained  in  a Christian home,  Dr.  Earle  came at   a  compar-
atively  early  age into  the Christian  life.    Educated   in a Con-
gregational College,  he naturally fell into Congregational  associations
and identified himself with the Congregational  fellowship.   In all
his  achievements, whether in academic halls,  or  on  the  battle-
field,  or in  the  line  of  his chosen profession—a  profession  to which
he was  so  devoted,  and  to which  he lent  a rare  lustre, Con-
gregationalists feel that they have a  share ;  and they  bow with a
common  sorrow  under  the  thought  that  they  are to grasp his
warm hand  and  look into his radiant  face and hear  his  cheery
voice no  more on earth.
     It  is a  comfort  to  us,  and  it will  be an inspiration  to
remember with  what  a  prompt  and  large  generosity Dr. Earle
gave  of  his  substance  to aid  in the  establishment of Christian
churches  and Christian institutions within  the borders  of our great
and growing  municipality, and which  it is evident can be saved  only
by the  regenerating  power of the Gospel  of  Jesus Christ.   His
hands are folded  on the  breast,  and  his  earthly activities have
been  brought to pause,  and  he  sleeps  the sleep which knows no
waking this side  the Valley  of  the Shadow ;  but   like  other  large
and   wise  and  devoted  Christians  who  have  ceased   from their
labors and passed on before,  his works abide as well as follow him ;
and  there are  many  Missions  and Churches  all   about us whose
success and  promise are due in part to the contributions  he has
put into them.
     It  is a comfort also to be assured  that when  Dr.   Earle  was
called away  from these earthly activities and duties, he was ready
to go.  Having lived in the  faith, and walked  in the faith, though
unconscious through  many of the closing  hours of his life, there
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can be  no doubt that he died in  the  faith.    We mourn over his
loss, but  we triumph in his triumphs,  and we rejoice  in his joy.
    To the  sadly  bereaved  widow, and to the  smitten  children,
and  to the  aged parents  bowed  under a  grief so overwhelming,
and  to the  brothers and sisters who  have  sharply  suffered under
this  break  in their  circle,  and  to  all  others who are  afflicted in
this  affliction which has  come  upon  them  in the  death  of  Dr.
Earle,  the  members  of  the Club extend their tenderest  sym-
pathy,  and  express  the hope  that the  precious  promises of the
Scriptures  to  those who  mourn  may  be realized  to  them  in
their  hour  of  need.
                                            H.  M.  Scott,
                                                           President.
                                            J. H. Tewksp.uky,
                                                           Secretary.
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"e|_|E  went on at noon,  not  down    The  sun does  not set at
       mid-day.    It  may  pass  under  eclipse.   The  body  has
become impersonal,  not he.    His mind, his character are  in sight
and active.   Thought  treads  in dainty slippers,  love in none at all.
This nimbus glows and tells  where he  is and what."
1 'RUT strew his ashes to the wind
 Q)  Whose  sword or voice has served mankind,—
 And is  he dead whose glorious mind
    Lifts thine  on high ?
 To live in hearts we  leave behind
    Is not  to die."
"X^/HAT is excellent,
       As God lives,  is  permanent.
 Hearts are dust ;  heart's loves  remain ;
 Heart's love  will meet  thee  again."
'CTERNAL form  shall still divide
     The  eternal soul from all  beside :
And I shall  know  him when we meet."
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