A memoir of Frederick Hervey Foster Quin / [Edward Hamilton].

  • Hamilton, Edward
Date:
1879
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Credit: A memoir of Frederick Hervey Foster Quin / [Edward Hamilton]. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    into its merits, whilst all who came into communication with him treated him with the greatest courtesy and respect. It would be impossible that the cause he defended could have had a better advocate for its introduction into England. He had made himself thoroughly master of its principles and treatment previous to his settling to practice in London. The manner with which he placed his facts in the clearest and plainest language before those who sought information was in itself half convincing, and when combined with great knowledge, extraordinary memory, perfect command of words and temper, with a peculiar earnestness in his argument for the cause he had at heart, few of the many who came to inquire but went away perfectly convinced of his honesty of purpose, if not of the truth of the doc- trine he had placed so lucidly before them. It has been stated that Dr. Quin had no religious belief. The reverse is the fact. He believed and carried out through his life the great principles of true Christianity—perfect faith, great hope, and much charity. He was kind and benevolent. It was not his wit and fun but his goodness of heart and sympathetic disposition to all in joy or in sorrow that won for him an attachment, of friends, seldom surpassed. A short time before his death he wrote to a friend : “ I have committed many faults, but I have perfect faith and trust in the goodness and justice of the Almighty.” In the fly-leaf of his Bible, which had been given to him by his mother in 1817, when he went to the University of Edinburgh, and which he always kept by him, are some very touching verses; three stanzas of which only are given: “ A Gift from a Mother to her Son. “ Remember, love, who gave thee this, When other days shall come; When she, who had thy earliest kiss. Sleeps in her narrow home. Remember, ’twas a mother gave The gift to one she’d die to save.
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