Abstract
I am bound to the Baltimore of a former generation by the closest ties of gratitude and friendship. I first came to Baltimore about forty-five years ago—a ragged, barefooted little rebel, with empty pockets and still more empty stomach. My father had gone south with Lee's army. At the fall and destruction of Richmond, my mother's house with all she had was burned, leaving her stranded with six small children. She came to Baltimore and was there assisted and cared for by kind friends. These memories are vivid with me still and can never be effaced. It is with great pleasure that I take this opportunity of wishing good fortune on their way through life to the men who have taken degrees at Johns Hopkins this year. I still have a vivid recollection of my mental state when I had arrived at a similar period in my own career, about
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