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SPECULUM 43 LIFE OF EUSTACE LOVELACE By Fella Tor Medical Shoot o/ "Shangri - cEa ff To even the most literate <strong>of</strong> medical men the name <strong>of</strong> Eustace Lovelace is little more than that. This is unfortunate, and it is the purpose <strong>of</strong> this article to raise Lovelace to that pinnacle <strong>of</strong> honour hitherto reserved for Hunter, Lister and Florey. Lovelace was born in 1718, some ten years before John Hunter. Unlike Hunter, he was not a Scot. So much for his family history. At the age <strong>of</strong> ten, Lovelace was articled to a Rocking-Horse manufacturer. It is understood that he painted on the spots. He suffered from spots before the eyes, so he became a cook. The sight <strong>of</strong> food revolted him, so he became a seaman. He tired <strong>of</strong> the sea life. The Captain swore at him. The food was awful. The hard work, the long hours, the lack <strong>of</strong> sleep, the monotony, the heat, the cold, were too much for him. The constant exposure to the sun and the moon told on him. He decided to leave the ship. He had stuck it out for nearly ten hours; he crept <strong>of</strong>f the ship on to the wharf. In the next two years Lovelace was a thief, gypsy, burglar, murderer and poacher. We have not reason to believe that he even failed to give <strong>of</strong> his best in these jobs. In 1736 Lovelace decided to study medicine. He enrolled at St. George's Hospital (Hunter's Alma Mater). He tells us in this diary, begun about this time, that he was first drawn to study medicine by the incidence <strong>of</strong> fallen arches in flat feet. The rest <strong>of</strong> Lovelace's life is traceable in his diary, this is not always easily legible, for wine, porridge, beer, spirits and gin have been spilt on its pages over the years. Lovelace's playful habit <strong>of</strong> mis-spelling words, and his rather spidery scrawl, render the historian's task still more laborious. We have some other documents <strong>of</strong> Lovelace's. We have many I.O.U.'s signed by him, apparently treasured for years by their recipients. We have a cheque, which is for one hundred pounds, written in Lovelace's hand. There is, unfortunately, no signature to the cheque. Most <strong>of</strong> the documents are addressed to well-known Bookmakers and Madams. Lovelace already was well known in society. Some <strong>of</strong> the notes he left are illegible or indecipherable. e.g.—Anny the Fanny. Rm 16. Cvt. Garden Place. "Joe sent Me." We don't know what this may mean. It may be a pneumonic. Lovelace, a poor student, was always short <strong>of</strong> money. On one occasion he had to sell his books, noting that they were "As new, hardly used", but even this loss appeared to make no difference to his studies. A friend is reported to have said <strong>of</strong> him that he knew more about a certain subject than anyone else in the world. Soon' after, Lovelace set up in practice for himself. This brilliant young man did not wait to graduate. He refused to be bound down by the foolish know-alls <strong>of</strong> his time. He had to earn money. He was in love! His beloved was Angela Stephenson. There was something about her, her father's