Memorial services for the late Dean of the Medical College of Syracuse University, Dr. Gaylord Parsons Clark : held at the John Crouse College, Syracuse, New York, Sunday afternoon, October sixth, nineteen hundred and seven, Chancellor James R. Day, presiding.

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[1907]
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Credit: Memorial services for the late Dean of the Medical College of Syracuse University, Dr. Gaylord Parsons Clark : held at the John Crouse College, Syracuse, New York, Sunday afternoon, October sixth, nineteen hundred and seven, Chancellor James R. Day, presiding. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the Augustus C. Long Health Sciences Library at Columbia University and Columbia University Libraries/Information Services, through the Medical Heritage Library. The original may be consulted at the the Augustus C. Long Health Sciences Library at Columbia University and Columbia University.

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    Men of the faculty who labored with him, and still other men are in our thoughts who were with him, and these men would unite in testimony with us that death could not take from us that which was the greatest, and the most treasured, and the most honor- able of our great Dean,—the personality that lives. That is immortal. I have been profoundly interested in these papers which have been read, and I said to myself when the last paper finished, was he all of that? I should like to be all of that. Was my friend and your friend all of that? I said, yea verily he was all of that, and he was immeasurably more than all of that, for he was that which human voice cannot express, which cannot be portrayed to you, which cannot be made visible to you. There were the very elements of character, there were the very proportions, but more than all that, there was the mightiest personality, there was the flower and its fullest force, beauty and fragrance, which was the vital bloom of these things which have been so admirably set forth; and so in my thought, there was a man who was all that has been described, yet a man who was infinitely more, one that I wish I were able to portray and describe to you, whom I knew and felt, whose life is now a presence with me, that never can be described, that never can be known imtil we know as we are known, and see as we are seen, and behold him in his spirit personality out of our spirit eyes and with our spirit minds. I think of him often. I look for him. I have instinctively reached out for the instrument upon my desk to hear him more than once. Alone I have looked