a big, bulky figure of a man, with curious, stilted steps; one who, like all the
Favells, endeared himself to those within his circle. Dr. Parker died before his
time, his carriage wheel catching one of the gate posts at the Infirmary and
pitching him out so that his knee was badly injured, and he never recovered. 
His widow built the Parker transept in his memory when the present Cathedral was
being enlarged.

MR. ARTHUR JACKSON; A passing reference to Dr. Shaw, of Attercliffe, a man of
large heart but of no particular distinction in his profession, was followed by
a pen portrait of Mr. Arthur Jackson, a very clever, entirely honest surgeon,
yet one whose stolid refusal to accept the discoveries of scientific research
amounted to nothing short of obstinacy.  He was utterly opposed to modern
thought and method, laughed at antiseptic methods, and ridiculed the idea of
germs.  He was son of a well-known surgeon, and what had been good enough for
father remained quite good enough for son. The staunch loyalty to the past
betrayed itself in other and less mischievous ways.  He was an intense lover of
the town in which he lived. Possessed of large means, he bought everything that
was produced in connection with the history of Sheffield and its people; his
large and handsome library at his home in Wilkinson Street, at the corner of
Brunswick Street, contained a great deal that was fascinating to lovers of the
town.  Generous to a degree, Mr. Jackson gave of his time to every deserving
cause; he was at infinite pains to prepare papers and read them on all sorts of
subjects to small and uninfluential societies with which the town then abounded.
 He was quite as happy when addressing a dozen members of a mutual improvement
society on Old Sheffield as when threatening the members of his own profession
from the platform of a lecture hall with the risks they were running in their
new-found zeal for modern discoveries.

THE REFORM CLUB. Prior to living in Wilkinson Street, Mr. Jackson resided in a
large brick house, very commodious, very well built, at the corner of St. James'
Row and Church Street, and to that house an interesting story attaches.  It was
told to me by Mr. J. H. Freeborough not very long ago.  When it stood empty
following on Mr. Jackson's removal, it attracted the attention of Mr.
Freeborough and certain young friends of his who were looking out for likely
premises where a contemplated Liberal Club for the town could be housed.  Full
of enthusiasm, they worked out a scheme for the renting of the empty house, and
approached the big-wigs of their party in the town. Their reception was
unkindly.  They were made to feel their presumption in dealing with such a grave
matter; they realized that they were the rank and file, not the leaders of their
party, and the scheme came to nothing. But there was one strong Liberal in the
town who, in his heart, had a very full sympathy with the ardent youngsters. 
That was Mr. Batty Langley. He became impressed with the idea and possibilities
of a Liberal Club right in the centre of the town, and in due course the
Gladstone Buildings Company was formed, and as a natural outcome the present
headquarters of the Sheffield Liberal Party was built on the site covering as
part of its scope the old house in which Mr. Arthur Jackson lived so long. It
was in the autumn of 1876, that Mr. Pye-Smith came to Sheffield, joining the
Hospital staff a year later, and he was preceded in Sheffield by Mr. Simeon
Snell, who came here in 1875. At that time, Sheffield knew no professional men
who specialized in the throat or ear; the eye was the only subject of particular
study, and Mr. Snell was a very clever ophthalmologist, his operations being
skilfully conducted, and his reputation deservedly high. He was
self-opinionated, for he was a prominent public man, full of energy and
ambitious, doing much good work for the town, and died during his year of
Presidency of the British Medical Association. He perfected an electric magnet
for extraction of partic

THE RECOLLECTIONS OF DR. R. J. PYE-SMITH.

ON the eve of his leaving Sheffield in the spring of 1919, Dr. Rutherfoord J.
Pye-Smith was good enough to give me an hour at his home and to speak of his
Sheffield contemporaries in medicine.  Incidentally he told me a fact which may
have escaped the notice of others besides myself, that the motto over the old
School of Medicine in Surrey Street, "Ars Longa, Vita brevis est," was removed
when the building was taken over by Government during the war. Dr. Pye-Smith had
much to say respecting Dr. Marienne de BartolomÈ, speaking of him as a
remarkable raconteur, a very popular figure in such society as the town boasted
at that time, one whose main aim was to be well thought of by his fellows (not
altogether a base ambition), but he was never quite a great doctor.  His gift of
humour and ready repartee, a gift not always kindly used, did not tend to
increase his popularity in the profession.  He had as contemporary in Sheffield
Dr. Joseph Law, a great character in the town, a man considerably older than
BartolomÈ, extremely honest, yet guilty of dyeing his hair and moustache black !
 And that bit of vanity brought him under BartolomÈ's castigation. They were
both on the Infirmary staff, and once, going their rounds, they met in a
corridor, being then at daggers drawn. BartolomÈ was closely followed by his
students, and, suddenly seeing Law, he turned to them and, waving his hand, said
"Grey hairs are honourable, gentlemen," and swift as lightning came the reply, "
If they be found in the way of righteousness, BartolomÈ." Another meeting of the
rivals came when Dr. Law had been run over in  the  street  near  his  house  
in   Devonshire   Street,   and   was  carried  home, his clothing in a sorry
mess.  The housekeeper, terrified, sent for all the doctors who could be found,
and BartolomÈ came first.  As he entered the hall he saw on a chair the clothes
which had been taken off the injured man's limbs and, without any hesitation,
shouted out, heedless of where Law might be lying, "You mustn't move these
clothes on any account; they may be of great value at the inquest."  As a matter
of fact there was no inquest; Dr. Law was much too tough a subject to pass away
through being run over, and he quickly recovered.  He was a most ardent student
and reciter Of Shakespeare and a brilliant chess player.  He had a brother
Edward who was a, gifted sculptor, and whose bust of the celebrated Sheffield
surgeon, Mr. Waterhouse, is now in the University.

AN ABLE PHYSICIAN. Of those who were in Sheffield when Dr. Pye-Smith came here,
mention must be made of Frank Smith, a poet and cultured man, and a notable
physician.  He came to Sheffield from Nottingham, and was extremely clever, a
particularly able chemist and famous in his day through his researches in
electricity.  The taking of drugs cut his life short, but as Sheffield knew him,
Dr. Frank Smith was one of the ablest physicians it possessed. Of others, Dr. H.
J. Keeling, despite a certain hastiness in temper, was one of the most lovable
men imaginable, and a great favourite with his colleagues.  When he retired they
wished to present him with some definite memento of their affection, but he
scouted the notion hotly, and it was never carried out.  He was, throughout his
life, willing to do anything and everything that he could for the high honour of
his profession; the early portraits of him suggest the charm of his disposition.
 He was a penman of exquisite quality, and to him as a rule fell the duty of
drafting any resolutions which were being passed by the faculty to which he
belonged. Mr. William Fisher Favell, living at the corner of Brunswick Street
and Glossop Road, was chief at the Infirmary when Dr. Pye-Smith came to
Sheffielles of steel from the eye, and this instrument was of supreme value to
him in his widely growing connexion.

DR. DYSON. By physicians in Sheffield, Dr. Dyson was spoken of as a very fine
man, and held an almost unrivalled position for many years, until ill-health
seized  him.  He was rightly regarded as head of  the  local profession, and a
man of wide range of thought and much culture.  Dr. W. S. Porter also claimed
Mr. Pye-Smith's eulogies, his father being a local surgeon in his time. From
these he passed to other medical practitioners. Browning, a general practitioner
at Oughtibridge, was a man rich in humour, well known, and well liked in medical
circles, full of good stories, and who on the, then, annual drives of the
profession to the Dukeries, was the life and spirit of the party.   There was 
another Browning, who wrote and was difficult to understand; whereas this
Oughtibridge Browning wrote little, but everything he said was as clear as
daylight. Dr. Cleaver would be best remembered as pioneer of the Children's
Hospital, nor need a man desire a richer memorial; whilst Dr. Staniforth,
resident in Wilkinson Street, in the late 'sixties, was a great stammerer and
had a pleasant habit of exploiting this infirmity when it suited him. Thus, when
late at night his services were sought far afield, when the weather was bad, his
stammer became much more than ordinarily acute, so much so, that his visitor
usually gave the matter up in despair, and sought aid elsewhere.

Dr. Haxworth lived in a little house in Bank Street, somewhere about Hoole's
Chambers of the present day.  He possessed a perfectly bald head, which was
usually on view to the passers-by, as he invariably worked at a little table in
his front window. I asked Mr. Pye-Smith how it came about that Eyre Street, of
all thoroughfares in the town, became the residence of so many members of the
medical profession in Sheffield.  His reply was, that it probably arose through
convenience first of all, as the two medical schools were in such close
proximity, whilst the position at that time was eminently central. To these
causes, one had to add the fact that the tall, well-built houses in Eyre Street,
between Surrey Street and Howard Street, were extremely roomy and convenient;
but it was a little curious that the doctors of the town congregated there in
the early days when Attercliffe, Oughtibridge, Hillsborough, Heeley, and even
Broomhill were little more than villages, each with a medical practitioner of
its own.

THE BODY SNATCHERS. It is interesting to recall another practitioner in the
town, who made it quite clear that what were regarded as fables concerning the
body snatching  which   used   to  go   on   in   surrounding   churchyards 
were   no   fables  at all, but gruesome fact.  Dr. Fentem retired from
Sheffield to the pleasantness of Eyam, many years prior to his death. He claimed
nothing more than ordinary ability as a doctor.  He was a pupil of Dr. Overend,
surgeon in Church Street, and there learnt surgery. It was during this period,
according to his life story in the newspapers, that the horrors of Orchard
Street were laid bare, for Dr. Fentem used to tell many stories of midnight
visits to outlying country churchyards in the doctor's gig, for the purpose of
body snatching, and of the fierce pursuits to the very gates of the doctor's
premises; and stories also of the risks that were run as the cargoes were
carried into the yard. Very often discounted as impossible, these stories, which
inspired a sensational writer to write a novel entitled "Burke and Hare," in a
Sheffield weekly newspaper, were often ridiculed, but in the light of Dr.
Fentem's personal reminiscences they became substantiated.