You call me mother, and I remember my mother again, somewhere in greater Boston, dying. I remember we named you Joyce so we could call you Joy.

Better the toiling Swain, oh happier far! Perhaps the happieſt of the Sons of Men! Who vigorous plies the Plough, the Team, or Car; Who houghs the Field, or ditches in the Glen, Delves in his Garden, or ſecures his Pen.

Zeiss also elaborated on the connections between the collection of live cultures and his own epidemiological theories, especially his notions of geomedicine and loimology.

Her untimely death jolted us all.