She commanded Dr. Meryon to return to Europe, and he--how could he have done it?--obeyed her. Her health was broken, she was over sixty, and, save for her vile servants, absolutely alone. She lived for nearly a year after he left her--we know no more. She had vowed never again to pass through the gate of her house; but did she sometimes totter to her garden--that beautiful garden which she had created, with its roses and its fountains, its alleys and its bowers--and look westward at the sea? The end came in June, 1839. Her servants immediately possessed themselves of every moveable object in the house. But Lady Hester cared no longer: she was lying back in her bed--inexplicable, grand, preposterous, with her nose in the air. From _Books and Characters_ by Lytton Strachey. Copyright 1922, by Harcourt, Brace and Company, Inc. By permission. THE BELOVED PHYSICIAN AN APPRECIATION OF EDWARD LIVINGSTON TRUDEAU STEPHEN CHALMERS I When Dr. Edward Livingston Trudeau died the other day, many people wondered, suddenly realizing their impression that it was long years since he had joined the little band of heroes who have gone down in the battle against disease. And many must have asked themselves what manner of man this was who, sick unto death over forty years ago, could from scantiest materials build a little laboratory in the wilderness and exert an influence which cannot be measured by its practical materialization into five hundred sanitaria for the treatment of tuberculosis by fresh air, rest, and sound philosophy. Here was a man who, from his invalid’s chair, revolutionized this sanitation of business offices and of uncounted homes where ignorance shrank from pure air and sunshine. If I assume the task of sketching that indomitable character, it is only because I was privileged for many years to be Dr. Trudeau’s friend, to whom he chose occasionally to reveal in some degree his inner self. It may, at the outset, be well to sketch briefly his voyage through the world which benefited so richly from his journeying. He was born in New York City in 1848 of French parents. His mother was a daughter of Dr. François Eloi Berger, a Parisian practicing in New York, and his father a descendant of a Huguenot family, which, leaving France for Canada, later drifted down the Mississippi to New Orleans. Near the Southern city James Trudeau, who was an intimate friend and fellow traveler of the naturalist painter, Audubon, owned a plantation which was confiscated by General Butler in the Civil War. He died later as a result of wounds received while in command of a Confederate post, Island Number Ten, on the Mississippi.