_From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith._]

Some people laugh at his rules for diet, etc., forgetting that these
simple directions are based on deep knowledge of the human frame. Let
them laugh. Many who have tried them know they have been different
people in consequence. His incisive words--"My friend, you eat too
much!" "My friend, you drink too much!" would not he appreciated by
all; but Sir Andrew thought nearly all diseases were the outcome of the
constant and apparently unimportant violation of the laws of health.
Those who were hopelessly ill would always hear the truth from him, but
he would leave no stone unturned to lessen their suffering. Many an
incurable patient has he sent to a home from the London Hospital, and
visited them afterwards. Only the other day I heard of patients he had
sent to St. Elizabeth's, Great Ormond Street, where incurable patients
are nursed and cared for until they die, and never left the hospital
without leaving a guinea with one of the nuns. Sir Andrew had no
stereotyped plan. It was not merely the disease, but the individual he
treated. A friend told me he saved her aunt's life. She could not sleep,
and Sir Andrew ordered them to give her breakfast at five, "for after
tossing about all night she might sleep after having some food," and so
it proved.

[Illustration: THE HARRISON WARD--LONDON HOSPITAL.
_From a Photo. by Mavor & Meredith._]

To others who might get well, he would say: "Fight for your life."

Twelve years ago a lady (whom I met lately) had hemorrhage of the lungs
three times. She was told by seven doctors in the country that she "had
not a week to live." She had young children, and determined to make a