But two notes were struck in the countless obituary notices and letters of condolence which appeared from far and near--those of appreciation of his great nature, and sorrow for the terrible loss sustained by science and humanity. The Queen caused the Duke of Argyle to express to the family her own personal sorrow at the loss of "so great and good a man." A largely attended meeting was held in Washington to express the feeling of his own profession in the United States, at which Dr. Storer moved, "that in Dr. Simpson, American physicians recognise not merely an eminent and learned Scots practitioner, but a philanthropist whose love encircled the world; a discoverer who sought and found for suffering humanity in its sorest need a foretaste of the peace of heaven, and a devoted disciple of the only true physician, our Saviour Jesus Christ." The following original verses from the pen of a well-known scholar in the profession, were given prominence in the columns of the _Lancet_:-- PROMETHEUS. (Our lamented Sir James Simpson was the subject of angina pectoris.) 1 "Alas! alas! pain, pain, ever forever!" So groaned upon his rock that Titan good Who by his brave and loving hardihood Was to weak man of priceless boons the giver, Which e'en the supreme tyrant could not sever From us, once given; we own him in our food And in our blazing hearth's beatitude; Yet still his cry was "Pain, ever forever!" Shall we a later, harder doom rehearse? One came whose art men's dread of are repressed: Mangled and writhing limb he lulled to rest, And stingless left the old Semitic curse; Him, too, for these blest gifts did Zeus amerce? He, too, had vultures tearing at his breast. 2 Hush, Pagan plaints! our Titan is unbound; The cruel beak and talons scared away; As once upon his mother's lap he lay So rests his head august on holy ground; Spells stronger than his own his pangs have found; He hears no clamour of polemic fray, Nor reeks he what unthankful men may say; Nothing can vex him in that peace profound. And where his loving soul, his genius bold? In slumber? or already sent abroad On angels' wings and works, as some men hold? Or waiting Evolution's change, unawed? All is a mystery, as Saint Paul has told, Saying, "Your life is hid with Christ in God." In a peaceful corner of the St. Andrew Chapel in Westminster Abbey, alongside memorials of Sir Humphry Davy and a few other scientists of note, stands a speaking image in marble--perhaps the most expressive representation that exists--of this wonderful man, "To whose genius and benevolence The world owes the blessings derived From the use of chloroform for The relief of suffering. LAUS DEO."