Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's WifeLeslie, Madeline
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Cora and The Doctor; or, Revelations of A Physician's Wife
Leslie, Madeline
Physicians -- Fiction
Though every moment is precious, yet I cannot refrain from repenting a
remark of our good friend, Mrs. Marshall, wife of the Attorney General,
in relation to our dear sister. She said, "Mr. Benson's family reminds
me of Cowper's description of his friends, the Unwins, 'Go when I will,
I find a house full of peace and cordiality in all its parts and am sure
to hear no scandal, but such discourse instead of it, as we are all the
better for.'"
You would laugh if you could see the quantity of baggage master Franky
has collected for the journey, and which he has no doubt aunt Emily will
be able to get into his trunks. This moving a whole family for an
absence of nine months, which is probably the length of time we shall be
away from home, is no trifling matter.
Mother insists that I shall not trouble myself with a thought about home
arrangements. She will attend to everything here. My dear husband gains
a little every day, and I think would gain faster if it were not for his
anxiety to do more than he is able. He has been so long accustomed to
take care of all of us, that he can hardly restrain himself until he is
overcome with fatigue.
_Wednesday, October 23rd._
Dear mother, our trunks are packed, and we are on the eve of departure.
To-morrow morning we leave for New York, and are to sail on Thursday.
A day or two since the Doctor received a champagne-basket full, not of
wine, but of London porter, from his grateful patient, Lucy Mansfield.
This we are to take with us, and Frank has already received benefit from
it. With love to all the dear ones at home, I must bid you _farewell_. I
intend to take my journal with me to New York and mail it from thence.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
"With wild surprise
As if to marble struck devoid of sense,
A stupid moment motionless she stood." THOMSON.
_Nice, France, Tuesday, December 10th, 1850._
Dear Mother,--After a long, but not tedious voyage, the good ship
"Unicorn," bore us gallantly into the port of Havre, where we arrived on
the twenty-eighth of November.
I could almost see my dear husband gain in flesh and strength, so
rapidly did he improve. He walks about now as erect and strong as ever.
We tarried but two days in Havre, and then proceeded to this place,
where we are comfortably established for the winter. That is, we _shall_
be, when we can get our trunks unpacked.
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