When a man spends his life in the service of humanity, no single institution can rightly claim him as its own. Dr. Francis Weld Peabody, '03, was a Harvard man, of a line of Harvard men, who for the last six years of his life was professor of medicine at the Harvard Medical School; but in the minds of the hundreds who are mourning his death, he was far more than a Harvard man. Harvard can only be proud to take its place among the mourners, glad that such a man was a son of the University.

The work of Dr. Peabody knew no local bounds. He was a leader of his profession, known all over the country while still a comparatively young man. In his fellow physicians he commanded respect and affection; in his patients the utmost confidence; and in students of medicine and young doctors, ardent devotion often close to hero-worship. He filled a high place in the medical world, not only because of his professional skill, but because of the unselfish spirit which lent the crowning light to a naturally charming personality. In the long illness which preceded his death the strength and beauty of his character was made even more clear to all who knew him.

Such a man Harvard mourns, proud to have been the background of at least a part of his career. For Dr. Peabody's work was well done; and his influence, great and widespread, will keep his name alive for many years.