Sir Henry Holland, even better known as traveller than as
physician, died on Monday, after his return from a Russian tour. He was in Paris on Friday, and present at the Court-martial on Marshal Bazaine, and dined, it is said, with some of the Judges in the evening. On Saturday he returned home, kept the home on Sunday, not feeling very well, and died quietly on Diaaday, on the eighty-fifth anniversary of his birthday. Certainly, no man of our generation has sketched out for himself so clearly a plan of life, and adhered so consistently to it,—has set such distinct limits to the encroachment of professional ambition on his other aims, and so strictly observed the limits he had set. No man had so resolutely determined never "to rest from travel," but "to drink life to the lees." And he did not rest from travel till, on his eighty- fifth birthday, he returned from one long journey only to embark immediately on the last and fullest of wonder of all bin many voyages.
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