Stobaeus was lame and had but one eye, so he used to call on the boys to help him, not only to hitch up his horse, but to write his prescriptions. Linnaeus wrote very badly, and was chided because he did not improve his penmanship, for it seems that in the olden times physicians wrote legibly. Linnaeus resented the rebuke, and was shown the door. He was gone a week, when Stobaeus sent for him, much to his relief. This little comedy was played several times during the year, through what Linnaeus afterward acknowledged as his fault. One would hardly think that the man who on first seeing the English gorse in full bloom fell on his knees, burst into tears of joy, and thanked God that he had lived to see this day, would have had a fiery temper. Then further, the gentle, spiritual qualities that Linnaeus in his later life developed give one the idea that he was always of a gentle nature. In indexing the museum of Doctor Stobaeus, Linnaeus found his bent. "I will never be a doctor," he said; "but I can beat the world on making a catalog." And thus it was: his genius lay in classification. "He indexed and catalogued the world," a great writer has said. After a year at the University of Lund, with more learned by working for his board than at school, there was a visit from Doctor Rothman, who had just dropped in to see his old friend Stobaeus. The fact was, Rothman cared a deal more for Linnaeus than he did for Stobaeus. "Weeds develop into flowers by transplanting only," said Rothman to Linnaeus. "You need a different soil--get out of here before you get pot-bound." "But about Cyclops?" asked Linnaeus. "Let Cyclops go to the devil!" It was no use to ask permission of Stobaeus. Linnaeus was so valuable that Stobaeus would not spare him. So Linnaeus packed up and departed between the dawn and the day, leaving a letter stating he had gone to Upsala because it seemed best and begging forgiveness for such seeming ingratitude. When Linnaeus got to Upsala he found a letter from Doctor Cyclops, written in wrath, requesting him never again to show his face in Lund. Rothman also lost the friendship of Stobaeus for his share in the transaction. * * * * * When Linnaeus arrived at Upsala he had one marked distinction, according to his own account--he was the poorest student that had ever knocked at the gates of the University for admittance. Perhaps this is a mistake, for even though the young man had patched his shoes with birch bark, he was not in debt. And the youth of twenty-one who has health, hope, ambition and animation is not to be pitied. Poverty is only for the people who think poverty.