"About My Father's Business": Work Amidst the Sick, the Sad, and the SorrowingArcher, Thomas
Religion
"About My Father's Business": Work Amidst the Sick, the Sad, and the Sorrowing
Archer, Thomas
Pastoral theology
Even in two severe cases of cancer the terrible effects
of the malady are less notable, because of the surrounding
conditions. A sprightly and engaging girl, with
features and social life alike marred and obliterated by
this dreadful malady, is surely one of the saddest of all
the sad sights in such an institution; but here the brightness
and genial influence of the place, and of those who
are its ministrants, have had their effect, and even the
half-obliterated features gain a grateful, loving, cheerful
expression; the poor eyes beam with pleasure as the
governor starts some reminiscence of that pleasant summer
water-party of his, in which one of the two sufferers had
to be carried to the boat in his arms, and both of them,
deeply veiled, were rowed by those same guarding arms
for a glorious voyage on the river, where the summer's
sunshine and gladness stole into the hearts of the sufferers,
and left a halo of remembrance that is not perhaps so
very far from the anticipations of that stream which
maketh glad the children of God.
Here are rooms wherein only two or three beds are
placed, while few of them contain more than six, but all
of them are bright, airy, lofty, full of space, and with the
same sense of purity. And from every window some
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fresh and lovely view of the surrounding landscape, with
all its changeful aspects, may be seen—the beds being
so placed that every patient has her own special expanse
of territory to solace her waking hours, even though she
be unable to go down to the assembly-room. Here, in a
room particularly bright and cheerful, lies a young woman
with a wealth of dark hair on the pillow where her intelligent
face beams with a certain courage, although her
body and limbs have been for years immovable—only
one arm, for an inch or two, and three fingers of the right
hand, can be stirred—and yet, as we stand and talk with
her, some small simple jest about her own condition causes
her to laugh till the bed shakes. She has learnt to write
by holding a pencil in her mouth, and inscribes neat and
legible letters on paper placed on a rest just in front of
her face. She is not only cheerful, but actually hopeful,
though she has been for years in this condition; and
her relations, great and small, visit her, to find her always
heartily determined to look on the bright side. At the
foot of her bed, near the window, is a swing looking-glass
on a pedestal, and in this she sees reflected the distant
prospect of autumn wood and field, extending miles
away. Judging from her nobly equable and smiling face,
she must be the life of the room of which she has been
so long an occupant. In another apartment a poor
schoolmistress suffering from hemorrhage of the lungs
lies reading for many hours a day, her face bearing a
painful expression, her manner eager, her constant craving
to work on, by the study of books concerning the problems
of this earthly life and the sciences that strive to demonstrate
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