Thus, though from first to last his heart was wrapped up in his profession and its science, his mind was open to other things, and his confession that the _Religio Medici_ was the second book he ever purchased and that the particular copy had always remained at his bedside is not without significance. He lived to prove himself, not only a worthy disciple of those scholars of the Renascence who interested themselves in natural philosophy, but also of those who were devotees of the ancient languages and literature. But Sir William Osler was a man first--a physician and scholar afterward; and beneath his high spirits, his love of fun, lay an infinite compassion and tenderness toward his humankind. "Write me as one who loves his fellow-men." And upon few men has such a measure of admiration, affection, and love been bestowed in return. These things he bore without pride, as he bore his great success in life with humility. On July 12, 1919, less than two months after the address was delivered, he attained his seventieth year, and was presented with two volumes containing sixty-seven original "Contributions to Medical and Biological Research" written in his honour. In addition to this, tributes were showered upon him from all sides, and his work, character, and accomplishments became the subject of papers innumerable. It was an extraordinary outburst, one of those exceptional occurrences when people do not wait for the passing--in this case so near at hand--to say, what is in their hearts to say, of the life of a friend. A brief characterization of him from one of the most eminent of British scholars was quoted early in this note, and it may be fitting to close with some lines by the dean of American classical scholars, Basil L. Gildersleeve, written for what proved to be his last birthday: ON A PORTRAIT OF SIR WILLIAM OSLER, BART. William the Fowler, Guillaume l'Oiseleur! I love to call him thus, and when I scan The counterfeit presentment of the man, I feel his net, I hear his arrows whir. Make at the homely surname no demur, Nor on a nomination lay a ban With which a line of sovran lords began, Henry the Fowler was first Emperor. Asclepius was Apollo's chosen son, But to that son he never lent his bow, Nor did Hephæstus teach to forge his net; Both secrets hath Imperial Osler won. His winged words straight to their quarry go. All hearts are holden by his meshes yet. HARVEY CUSHING _Brookline_ _February 18, 1920_ THE OLD HUMANITIES AND THE NEW SCIENCE THE OLD HUMANITIES AND THE NEW SCIENCE I