Christian-nameless

— To me, once, inspecting a well-chosen shelf of medical works in several languages, an advanced surgeon’s library in themselves—possibly purchased en bloc, I thought, from some dead professor’s widow—he had remarked pleasantly, as a fitting pleasantry for the addressee, that “John’s is my nom du^([sic]) guerre,—in the war of life, you know, Doctor.” Enough, however, to show that as Christian-nameless John’s he was known to all in Beedley, aye to the very end, saving myself.