valuable exhibits from all parts of the country.

The materials included

not only pathologic specimens but the allied fields, bacteriology, haematology, physiology and biology were all represented.

It would also be desirable to secure exhibits of new apparatus, charts, ets., used by teachers of pathology and physiology in medical colleges.

This exhibit has already become a permanent feature of the annual sessions of the American Medical Association and the committee is desircus of securing its list of exhibits as early as possible and to this end asks those having desirable materials to communicate with any member of the committee.

To contribute to the value of the work, it is suggested that as far as possible each contributor select materials illustrative of one classification and by such specialization enhance the usefulness of the display.

Those lending their materials may feel assured that good care will be given their exhibits while in the hauds of the committee and due credit will be given in the pubished reports.

Very respectfully,

F. W. JEFFRIES, 214 E. 34th St., N. Y. City.

W. A. EVANS, 103 State Street, Suite 1403, Chicago, Ill. ROGER G. PERKINS, West. Res. Med. School, Cleveland, O. Committee on Pathologic Exhibit, American Medical Association.

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Becords, Becollections and Reminiscences.

PRESIDENT'S ANNUAL ADDRESS.

BY D. D. SAUNDERS, M.D., OF MEMPHIS, TENN.

Comrades, Friends, and Veterans of the Association of Medical Officers of the Army and Navy of the Confederacy:

I should prove wanting in a proper appreciation were I not profoundly grateful for the honor conferred upon me as the presiding officer of this veteran body. With a keen sense of the important responsibilities which it entails in my effort to discharge the duties of the office, I shall hope to merit and to receive the hearty co-operation and active support of each member present.

We have gathered, comrades, once more in our annual reunion to mingle the laurel and the cypress, and though many of us have grown too old to play the soldier upon active duty, yet ever busy memory, that magician of the mind, like a "second Old Mortality," keeps fresh and green the fond recollections of the past and will enable us to live over, by "field and flood" the former scenes of the camp, the march, the battlefield, and hospital life.

We have met upon the historic ground of the Lone Star State, her people born with the inherent love of liberty made memorable by Goliad, with Fannin and his 330 braves and by the Alamo and the precious blood of the immortal Travis, Crockett, Boone, and their 140 hero martyrs. This so aroused her people that, with the battle cry of "remember the Alamo," upon the bloody field of San Jacinto 'they struck terror to the cowardly heart of the monster Santa Anna and his hosts, giving to them the victory and to Texas her independence.

The same spirit actuated her noble people in the war between

the States. They sprang to arms in behalf of her sister States, and gave a Hood, a Gregg, a Granbury, a McCullough, a Terry, a Wharton, a Ross, and her noble thousands as they rushed with their wild "Texas yell" into the fiery flash of the cannon's mouth, and poured their warm life's blood as a free libation to liberty.

Well may we feel proud to meet upon this historic ground and breathe the pure invigorating air of liberty of this Lone Star State.

I see before me medical representatives of every Confederate army, and nearly every arm of the service engaged in that terrible and most unfortunate four years' struggle.

At the sight of them, there passes before my "mind's eye," like a panorama, visions of the sad and mournful past.

The majestic model of a man and immortal Christian hero, Robert E. Lee, whose love of State exceeded his love of glory; who was grand in battle and grander in surrender; with his illfed, ill-clad, and poorly armed band of Confederates, with his "right arm" Stonewall Jackson, Longstreet, and many others too numerous to mention, beating back day after day, week after week, and month after month, the serried hosts of the Union army in their long struggle for Richmond.

Albert Sidney Johnson, that statesman-hero, who fell alas, too soon, on that memorable Sabbath, upon the bloody field of Shiloh, or else the brilliant after history of Generals Grant and Sherman might have been very differently written.

Joseph E. Johnston, that master-tactician, who was dangerous even in retreat, whose soldiers loved him because they thought he was ever mindful of their welfare.

Braxton Bragg, that consummate organizer and rigid disciplinarian, when ordered to halt in opposition to his judgment, as he was driving the enemy into the Tennessee River at Shiloh, mournfully said: "The first duty of a good soldier is to obey orders, halt that column!"

Beauregard, the skillful engineer; Hood! the dashing Hotspur of the army; Sterling Price, that fatherly old soldier, whose bravery was only equaled by his nobility of soul.

Kirby Smith, Pillow, Stonewall Jackson, the right arm of the military gladiator, with the celerity and intrepidity of a Mu

rat, or a Marshal Ney in attack, and the military genius of a Napoleon, he was rapidly climbing the ladder of fame, when in the darkness of night, at an untoward moment, the fatal bullet sped from the rifle of his own men who were helping to rear the ladder upon which he was climbing, and laid low one of the greatest Confederate leaders, and filled the South with mourn. ing.

Buckner, Breckenridge, Leonidas Polk, that true soldier of the Cross, who left his sacred altar, laid aside his sacredotal robes and buckled on his military armor, and like the prophet of old, ascended the mount to die in a cause, if necessary, which he believed was second only to his God's.

J. B. Gordon, that "Chevalier Bayard" of the Virginia Army, "Fighting Pat Cleburne," Cheatham, Patton Anderson, Wheeler, J. E. B. Stewart, Morgan, the "swamp fox," Terry, Ross, Wharton, Roddy, that unknown 'private whose unmarked grave billows the earth on every Confederate battlefield, who answers not to roll-call after the battle, but whose name will be written upon the great white scroll of the recording angel as one who died bravely fighting for his country's cause.

Last, though not least, that ambidextrous wizard of the saddle, who had 29 horses killed under him in battle, who slew, with his own hand, 30 Federal officers and men in mortal combat, who captured 31,000 prisoners in the 179 battles he fought, whose familiar command was "Come on men-charge," and like an irresistible avalanche from some Alpine peak, his columns were hurled against the enemy to their destruction. The grandest cavalry leader the world has ever produced, Nathan Bedford Forrest, of Tennessee. His life-sized bronze equestian statue will soon grace Forrest Park at Memphis, Tennessee, and we invite an admiring public to look upon the greatest natural soldier the war produced. A man without military education, who taught West Point lessons in cavalry tactics.

Who are these feeble old men, bowed with the weight of years, with their white locks and tottering steps, nearing the last tattoo, that I see before me? Who are these grizzled sentinels upon the medical watch towers awaiting the last relief" before taps sound for eternity? These are the brave band of noble medical veterans who are left, who responded to their country's

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call over 40 years ago, leaving homes, families, comforts, all; many of them already advanced in years, in response to a sense of duty to care for the sick and wounded of the Confederate army.

Were these noble white-haired medical veterans, a remnant of whom I see before me, conscientious, faithful, brave, and efficient in the discharge of their arduous duties? Yes, as far as I have been able to learn.

Were I to judge of the medical officers of all of the other Confederate armies, from what I know of those of the Army of Tennessee, I should unhesitatingly say, Yes. I was one of the medical examining board at Shelbyville, Tennessee, and examined all the medical officers for confirmation of their positions in the Confederate army. They were, as a body, men of strong natural capacity, practical sense, resourceful, true, and brave. They were without medicines, surgical instruments and appliances save to a very limited extent.

As the United States government early in the war, inhumanly declared medicines and surgical instruments contraband of war, and they were thrown upon their own resources and what could be smuggled into our lines or captured. Gathering from the fields, forests, and gardens of our fair Southland, the roots, herbs, and flowers, they converted them into crude medicines as a substitute for the more elegant pharmaceutical preparations, as we had few or no laboratories to draw from. They struck the rock-ribbed mountains with their professional wands and from the deep wrinkles on their thunder-riven brows kind nature in response to the appeals for his suffering children, caused to flow the sparkling health giving mineral waters. They made up in tender care and true devotion to duty for lack of means.

Remember, comrades, that little was comparatively known of military surgery and gunshot wounds at that day. Literature upon that subject was scarce and hard to get-we had no means of procuring it—we were blockaded. Remember, it was before the day of antiseptic surgery and dry dressings. As you remember, we used chloroform nearly entirely in our surgical work. I had charge of large hospital posts, close up to the army, where surgical work was done the greater part of the war, and I cannot recall a single death from chloroform during that time. We