Even if she were mad, or going mad, was not this the right way to treat
her? I wonder how often the spiritual cure of faith in the Son of Man, the
Great Healer, has been tried on those possessed with our modern demons. Is
it proved that insanity has its origin in the physical disorder which, it
is now said, can be shown to accompany it invariably? Let it be so: it yet
appears to me that if the physician would, like the Son of Man himself,
descend as it were into the disorganized world in which the consciousness
of his patient exists, and receiving as fact all that he reveals to him of
its condition—for fact it is, of a very real sort—introduce,
by all the means that sympathy can suggest, the one central cure for evil,
spiritual and material, namely, the truth of the Son of Man, the vision of
the perfect friend and helper, with the revelation of the promised liberty
of obedience—if he did this, it seems to me that cures might still
be wrought as marvellous as those of the ancient time.
It seems to me, too, that that can be but an imperfect religion, as it
would be a poor salvation, from which one corner of darkness may hide us;
from whose blessed health and freedom a disordered brain may snatch us;
making us hopeless outcasts, till first the physician, the student of
physical laws, shall interfere and restore us to a sound mind, or the
great God’s-angel Death crumble the soul-oppressing brain, with its
thousand phantoms of pain and fear and horror, into a film of dust in the
hollow of the deserted skull.
Hugh repaired immediately to Falconer’s chambers, where he was more likely
to find him during the day than in the evening. He was at home. He told
him of his interview with Euphra, and her feeling that the count was not
far off.
“Do you think there can be anything in it?” asked he, when he had finished
his relation.
“I think very likely,” answered his friend. “I will be more on the outlook
than ever. It may, after all, be through the lady herself that we shall
find the villain. If she were to fall into one of her trances, now, I
think it almost certain she would go to him. She ought to be carefully
watched and followed, if that should take place. Let me know all that you
learn about her. Go and see her again to-morrow, that we may be kept
informed of her experiences, so far as she thinks proper to tell them.”
“I will,” said Hugh, and took his leave.
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