Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-11-17

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in this condition. His family, intimate
his deathbed.
The physician attributed his death to
heart failure, resulting from old age. His
wife Isabella and his son, DIR. Andrew j.
McCoSh, and his daughter, Mrs DR.. Magic,
and Mrs. Alexander Maitland were with
him at his death
The doctor had been failing for some
months and his demise had been expected
for some time.
How the Students Regarded Him.
While DR.. McCosh was more than WELL
known in the world of letters on both sides
of the Atlantic, it was still among the men
who studied under him that he was best
loved and aprec lated. DR.. McCosh was a
student and writer of whom the country
may well be proud. but he was even more
than that, an eminently lovable character.
There are hundreds and hundreds of men
in all parts of the world W no count among
their most precious possessions a strip OF
parchment, a diploma of graduation from
Princeton, whic bears the signature of DR..
McCosh. To all of these the death of the
president emeritus of their alma mater
comes as personal loss. To all Of these
he was and always will be "Old Jimmy
McCosh."
This nickname or rather term of endear-
ment carried with 1T not the slightest srfs-
piciOn of irreverence diSrespect. He
himself was fond of the name, for IL show
ed to him that the boys who were under
him were not afraid of him, and stood not
IN the least awe Jimmy was one of the
men who would rather far be loved than
feared. He resigned at the end OF the col
lege year 1SST-'sS and the class of 50 was
the first to graduate under the regime OF
DR.. Francis l.. Patton.
When, borne down by the weight of
years and animated by the desire to de-
vote the remainder OF his life to complet-
ing his work on an American philosophy
OF realism, he gave up the onerous posi-
ton OF head OF the university, he removed
from the presidents house." a handsome
stone residence to the south of the cam
pus proper, and since then had lived insa
roomy, attractive home which he buflt
a few years ago in the colonial style. 1t
was few hundred yards apart from the
noise and hustle of the college grounds
but there was rarely day passed that his
familiar figure was not seen among the
great elm trees that NH the campus and
were such a JOY to him. With his wealth
Of snow-white hair, the STOPPING Shout
ders OF the man OF books and the slow
steps that came with age, he yet presented
a splendid picture of a man, picture that
will linger always in the mind OF every
one of "Jtmmys boys
Dr. McCosh had face of wonderful
power and beauty. 1t was strong face
line nose and bright sparkling eyes. He
never lost in the least the Scotch burr In
his voice. and his manner of speaking was
not like the manner of any one else. 1t
was a voice that all his students loved TO
initiate and always will. The stories that
are told of him are legion, but they are
all kindly. Among other strongly marked
phases of his character was desire TO
take a personal interest in each and every
one of the TOO or so young men who were
in his college. 1t was never Princeton to
him. it was always me college But
with his falling eyesight and his increas-
ing observation-disclosures, the truth Is that be
probably did not know a single one of his
students by sight when he met them
Good morning, ME led" he would say,
"and how are We? 1 knew we. I'm, and
nbat,s your narne?' If he met the same
youth a few minutes later he would say the
same thing right over again. But 1t show
ed a kindly interest in the boys that they
all appreciated and understood at MS true
worth.
n Joke on the Doctor.
On one occasion some years ago DIR. Nc
Gosh went through the same formula, end
ing up with an inquiry as to the health Of
the boys father.
IT am sorry to say, doctor, that my
father died when was a child"
A few minutes after, meeting the same
boy he pronounced the same question, but
resolved slightly different answer. -
II am sorry, doctor, but my father Is still
dead" said the boy, with all poIiteness and
Difference
The doctor said nothing, hut passed on
with a smile. He saw the fun of 1t. aud
realized that there was nothing more to
say. f -.-
But this interest in me college and me,
boys went with him to the end, and es-
pecially when there was any sickness
among the boys. Was his kindness seen at
the best. Many is the sick room that was
cheered by visit from the coed doctor Or
from Mrs. McCosh or by little home
cooking, or some delicacy that was par
ticularly appreciated at such time.
few years ago a complete and handsome
little hospital was erected an adjunct
to the college, and it was the most natural
thing in the world that this should bear the |
name of the beloved and devoted helprneet
of Princeton's great head.
Where He VIII Rest.
On the edge of the quaint old town of
Princeton lies the little cemetery whore 1
DIR. McCosh will be laid to rest after his
long and busy life. 1t Is not a large piece
OF ground. but one part of it is given over
to the dead of the college, and here lie
buried such men as Jonathan Edwards.
John Witherspeon, a number of the dis
tinguished family of the Alaxanders. so
prominently connected with the college and
the theological seminary, and Dr. Nc
Cosh'S predecessor, DR.. Mclean 1t Is
doubtful If so much of intellect and brains
are buried in any place In this country
within such a restricted patch Of ground
Here are the bodius Of philosophers anu
scientists students and teachers, who have
added immensely to the fame and iuster
of American scholarship but high up In
this roll of honor will be the name of pr.
James McCosh. To the world generally 1T
will be DR.. McCoSh, thinker, philosopher
and writer, but to thousands of men, young
and old, the country over 1t Is today DR..
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