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to be done on earth. From time to time he spoke with the faithful friends who were around his bed of times long gone by, of those especially who were gone before him to Life Eternal. He talked of his father, of his saintly mother, of the only brother who died early, and of the sister who had given herself to God. He spoke of them as if they were not far from him. And then he would pray for his children, and taking his wife's hand assure her that he would "watch over her-most certainly watch over her." He knew not how to realise that anything could deprive her of that guardianship. For some hours he seemed insensible, except that when they read the prayers for the dying, he audibly made the responses; and for a long time the only words he uttered were" beautiful! how beautiful!" "Some recollection, or some blessed anticipation kept away the death chill; and without one struggle, one uneasy movement, he breathed his last-and the soul of the artist was with God.

Thus on the 27th March, 1858, Ireland lost one of the best and greatest of her sons. Three days after, the remains of Hogan were carried to Glasnevin Cemetery in a hearse open at the sides, so that as the procession passed through the city it was seen that on the coffin lay the hat and sword, scabbard and sword belt, worn by members of the Virtuosi of the Pantheon—the insignia of the honours which our countryman had won and worn with pride in the city of arts. His four sons followed, and a long train of men distinguished in every calling, members of the bar and the press, and the medical profession ; literary men and artists—and representatives of the secular clergy, the Friars Preachers, and the Jesuit Fathers. For, as the Europe Artiste says :-“Genius has its triumph even in the vain, shallow city of Dublin, and the funeral car of Hogan, the great sculptor, who died poor as he had lived, was yet followed to the grave by a file of private carriages long enough to cover two of the Boulevards of Paris.” The students of Trinity College, two hundred in number it is said, to their great honour be it remembered, without any orders from the superiors of the University, when the procession approached the college gates, issued two by two from the inner entrance, and wearing academic cap and gown, and headed by Professor Shaw, F.T.C. D., and Professor Carmichael, F. T. C. D. took up their position in front of the procession, lifting their caps as they passed the hearse in respectful reverence for the dead, and headed the mournful cortege in its passage through the city. The Committee of the Glasnevin Cemetery had offered a plot of ground gratuitously in any part of the Cemetery which should be chosen for the grave of Hogan; and within the O'Connell circle," and near the resting place of the Liberator, all that is mortal of the great sculptor awaits the Resurrection.

Where it will be asked were the Lord Mayor, and the Corporation? Where the organised and palpable body of the Royal Dublin Society? Where the Hibernian Academy. And the Royal Irish Academy? It is not here as in other countries where such associations think it one of their common duties to honour genius while living, and show the people that even its

memory is the inheritance of a nation. When Rauch, the Berlin sculptor, died some few months since, we read how the Dresden artists decorated his coffin with flowers and laurel wreaths, accompanying it with honour to the railway station, and how the Berlin artists and members of the Royal Academy carried the remains to the "Trauerkapelle" where Professor Kiss (sculptor of the Amazon) had arranged a mournful decoration of candelabras, and tapers lighting the dead sculptor's statues of Faith, Hope, and Charity, and the winged Victories; and we said to ourselves, how un-English! We might not have crossed the channel for a word. When Schwanthaler died, the King of Bavaria had him laid in his own sepulchre side by side of a royal race, because the magnificent tomb he was building for his great sculptor was not yet finished. And when Thorwaldsen was carried to the grave, the streets of Copenhagen were lined with military, and the different companies of trades. All the members of the Academy of Fine Arts followed the hearse headed by their President the Crown Prince. And at the entry of the Church, his Majesty the king awaited the arrival of the corpse, and the Queen and Royal Princesses assisted at the funeral ceremony. We have something to learn yet.

But there is one thing we can do--and Heaven help us if we don't do it! We are a famous people they say at post mortem tributes. There is more now to be done than

a late regret might urge, or a vain shame compel. We have waited to honor Hogan till he died. Let us not delay to take his wife and children to our heart until we have to grieve for having deserted them.

If Hogan could have only thought that generous noble hearts would have taken these loved ones to their own, and that the Irish nation would have been proud of their adoption, his last earthly thought would have been a happier one. This consolation was not vouchsafed him. But let us do what he, even in the shadow of death, thought he must still be able to do. Let us protect his wife who is a stranger amongst us, and cherish, educate, and establish in life, his sons and daughers. It is scarcely to be believed that a government pension will not be obtained for Hogan's family. Lord Eglinton, our present respected Viceroy, the Lord Chancellor, and the Attorney General, have surely influence enough to have this, at least, secured. But why the delay? If Lord Carlisle were in office now we should not have to ask this question. But then he knew Hogan well; he knew his talents and his worth. The noblemen and gentlemen now in office have not perhaps had the like opportunities; but as this is no party question they would surely listen to representations properly made. Where are the Irish members? Why are they not united for once, to claim, or solicit, some provision for Hogan's eleven children?

While we await an answer to these questions, we must consider what more remains to be done. A government pension, according to our usage in this country, would

go but a little way in such extremity. It would in fact be little more than an acknowledgment of a claim on the nation. Some men of public spirit, who well understand the necessity of freeing the country from an accusation of disgraceful supineness, have formed themselves into a committee for receiving in the City of Dublin subscriptions to the Hogan Fund. Thomas O'Hagan, Esq., Q.C., the eloquent advocate of many a good cause, and Dr. Wilde, who, a rare exception, finds time in the midst of a busy professional career to give aid when public good and national honor are concerned, hold the responsible office of secretaries ; and members of many parties, and of every creed, have given valuable assistance, whether as subscribers or as members of the committee. Suffice it to mention the names of His Grace the Most Rev. Doctor Cullen, the Lord Chancellor, the Provost of Trinity College, the President of Maynooth College. There are some who have not waited to join a public demonstration, but have at once commenced to do good service. Dr. Stokes has generously undertaken to educate Hogan's second son in the medical profession ; Trinity College is to make him free of its course; and the Jesuit Fathers have two of the children attending their college, Great Denmark Street. It gives us great pleasure to add that Madame Croft, Superioress of the Convent of the Sacré Coeur, Roscrea, has most kindly intimated that the first vacancy which occurs in that estab. lishment shall be assigned to one of Hogan's daughters. We trust these noble examples will speedily be followed by other institutions.

In spite of these individual instances, Dublin is tame enough in Hogan's cause. We are sure the provinces will do better. The City of the Treaty, the scene of the great sculptor's latest triumph, will not be backward. After honoring the father the citizens of Limerick will not forget to protect the children. Cork is working well in the cause, and her liberality takes not the air of a late restitution, but is only the continuance of an enlightened patronage. The first work of Hogan's son is now certain to be a monumental statue of Father Mathew for the great artist's early home. There is plenty of true Irish blood in the cities and towns of England ; shall the cause be an alien one to them? We think, if the press try, it shall be found not so. And America, where we turn so sadly yet so trustingly when the hard time presses-will the Irishinen, prosperous yet exiled, who labour in the wild plains of Canada, and toil so honorably in the cities of the States, will they, we say, turn a deaf ear when we speak of the sorrow and the need of the children of so great a countryman? Let the press, many-voiced and trumpet-tongued, try again. Hogan's family must be the wards and cherished children of the people, no matter where the Irish race be scattered and another bright young genius must be sent to Rome, to study and to work, and to walk in his father's footsteps, that Ireland yet may boast she possesses, in her long line of great names, a second JOHN HOGAN.

1. The Water Cure in Chronic Disease. By James M. Gully,

M. D., London: Churchill. 2. The Water Cure. By James Wilson, M. D. London:

Trubner and Co. 3. Hydropathy. By Ed. Wm. Lane, M. D. London :

Churchill. 4. Confessions of a Water Patient. By Sir E. Bulwer Lytton.,

Bart. 5. A few Facts Forgotten by the Faculty. By S. B. Birch,

M. D., London. H. Baillière. Perhaps there is nothing more characteristic of the march of intellect of the present day, or more indicative of a healthy tone of mind, than the suspicion with which the public in general, and many physicians in particular, are beginning to regard the use of drugs as curative agents—that chiefest engine of the allopathic physician for the relief of suffering humanity.

The freeing of the mind from old and preconceived ideasfrom practices, with which we have been familiarized froin childhood-the looking with distrust upon a system which since the times of Æsculapius and Hippocrates has held undisputed sway, arrogating to itself the name of Orthodox, and dubbing its opponents as quacks—such a change in public opinion is of good or evil omen, according to the causes from which it springs, whether from a calm investigation of the question presented for examination, in which strong arguments, based on scientific principles, and supported by occular demonstration of effects, are found to preponderate in favor of a new system, or from a revolutionary love of novelty, indicative of versatility and want of faith in established institutions, a love of change which would espouse and propagate any doctrine irrespective of its merits, merely because it was new.

That this change of opinion to which we refer, viz., the want of confidence in drugs, is not altogether frivolous, would appear from the following confession of Dr. Forbes, a distinguished allopathic physician, who thus sums up the experience of a long professional career.

“Firstly. That in a large proportion of the cases treated by allopathic physicians, the disease is cured by nature and not by them. Secondly. That in a lesser, but still not a small proportion, the dis

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