A Strange Story — Volume 08Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Philosophy
A Strange Story — Volume 08
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
When Faber had learned all he could, he said, with a grave smile: "I see
that my advice will have little weight with you; such as it is, at least
reflect on it. The conclusions to which your host arrived in his view of
your case, and which he confided to me, are, in my humble judgment,
correct. I have no doubt that the great organ of the heart is involved in
the cause of your sufferings; but the heart is a noble and much-enduring
organ. I have known men in whom it has been more severely and
unequivocally affected with disease than it is in you, live on for many
years, and ultimately die of some other disorder. But then life was held,
as yours must be held, upon one condition,--repose. I enjoin you to
abstain from all violent action, to shun all excitements that cause moral
disturbance. You are young: would you live on, you must live as the old.
More than this,--it is my duty to warn you that your tenure on earth is
very precarious; you may attain to many years; you may be suddenly called
hence tomorrow. The best mode to regard this uncertainty with the calm in
which is your only chance of long life, is so to arrange all your worldly
affairs, and so to discipline all your human anxieties, as to feel always
prepared for the summons that may come without warning. For the rest,
quit this climate as soon as you can,--it is the climate in which the
blood courses too quickly for one who should shun all excitement. Seek
the most equable atmosphere, choose the most tranquil pursuits; and
Fenwick himself, in his magnificent pride of stature and strength, may be
nearer the grave than you are."
"Your opinion coincides with that I have just heard?" asked Margrave,
turning to me.
"In much--yes."
"It is more favourable than I should have supposed. I am far from
disdaining the advice so kindly offered. Permit me, in turn, two or three
questions, Dr. Faber. Do you prescribe to me no drugs from your
pharmacopoeia?"
"Drugs may palliate many sufferings incidental to organic disease, but
drugs cannot reach organic disease itself."
"Do you believe that, even where disease is plainly organic, Nature
herself has no alternative and reparative powers, by which the organ
assailed may recover itself?"
"A few exceptional instances of such forces in Nature are upon record; but
we must go by general laws, and not by exceptions."
"Have you never known instances--do you not at this moment know one--in
which a patient whose malady baffles the doctor's skill, imagines or
dreams of a remedy? Call it a whim if you please, learned sir; do you not
listen to the whim, and, in despair of your own prescriptions, comply with
those of the patient?"
Faber changed countenance, and even started. Margrave watched him and
laughed.
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