A Book of Medical Discourses, in Two PartsCrumpler, Rebecca Lee
Science
A Book of Medical Discourses, in Two Parts
Crumpler, Rebecca Lee
Child care; Children -- Health and hygiene; Infants -- Care; Infants -- Health and hygiene; Women -- Health and hygiene
Headache and toothache, one or both, render the school days of many a
youth burdensome. This, too, may be caused as much from cold feet,
indigestion, and constipation, as from either arduous studies or
decaying teeth. Some parents would stand in amaze if their sons or
daughters were discovered perusing some work upon the anatomy and the
preservation of the human teeth in youth; while the same parents would
boast of the almost frenzied determination of their children to read
every available love-novel; that, too, while the new teeth are daily
pushing against decaying ones. The study of the science of Dentistry is
wise and commendable to all.
Pauperism, like familiarity, “breeds contempt”; therefore persons should
try with all their mind and might to avoid its conditions. Is it too
much for me to say that the excuse for a mother’s consigning her child
to some almshouse, while she goes free, can be but shallow?
Unfortunately, the “I can’t” finds many prompters, and gains the
precedence in many instances, where renewed and determined resolution
only is required to succeed in caring for the helpless, and governing
the passions of the youth, until they are old enough to hire out, or be
put to some trade. To labor is honorable. Mothers, before you forget the
tie which binds you to your child, and deliberately consign it to the
care of strangers, look into those dear little eyes. Remember, few ever
return, or are restored, as was Joseph of old.
Cast me not off, dear mother,
Oh, cast me not off, is my plea,
I have ears with which to catch the sounds
Of rejoicing or murmur from thee.
I’ve a look that ne’er has been given,
Which can only be given to thee;
I’ve a word that has never been spoken,
But yet can be spoken so free.
Yes, a token of gratitude ever
Shall dwell on my lips for thee;
I’ve a tear that has never yet glistened,
That some day may trickle for thee.
In the bleak and changeable climate of Massachusetts, in the city and
vicinity of Boston, for instance, there reside many families whose
ancestors were born in a more genial clime. Therefore, it is not natural
that they, themselves, should be able to endure exposures to hard fare,
even had they been early accustomed to it in a warm, native clime.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account