You may speak of Achilles, or Odysseus, or Aeneas, but they were heroes only intermittently. Achilles sulked in his tent; Odysseus was prone to fits of rage; Aeneas sacrificed anyone and anything to his idea of destiny. They all must bow before Martha C. A. Uehmler, who, though she died at the young age of not quite forty-three, was always pleasant; who, in other words, subject like the rest of us to the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, lived a life of unremitting heroism.