Diary And Notes Of Horace Templeton, Esq. Volume I (of II)Lever, Charles
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Diary And Notes Of Horace Templeton, Esq. Volume I (of II)
Lever, Charles
Europe -- Fiction; Tyrol (Austria) -- Fiction
At times, indeed, Hope will triumph for a brief interval, and “tell of
bright days to come.” Hope! the glorious phantom that we follow up the
Rhine--through the deep glens of the Tyrol, and over the Alps!--Only
content to die when we have lost it!
There are men to whom the truth, however shocking, is always
revealed--to whom the Lawyer says, “You have no case,” and the Physician
confesses, “You have no constitution.” Happily or unhappily--I will not
deny it may be both--I am one of these. Of the three doctors summoned
to consult on my health, one spoke confidently and cheeringly; he even
assumed that kind of professional jocularity that would imply, “the
patient is making too much of it.” The second, more reserved from
temperament, and graver, counselled caution and great care--hinted at
the danger of the malady--coupling his fears with the hopes he derived
from the prospect of climate. The third (he was younger than either of
the others, and of inferior repute,) closed the door after them, and
resumed his seat.
I waited for some time expecting him to speak, but he sat in silence,
and seemingly in deep thought. “And you, my dear doctor,” said I at
length, “are you equally confident as your learned colleagues? Will the
air of Italy----?” He lifted up his eyes as I got so far, and their
expression I shall not readily forget--so softly tender, so full of
compassionate pity, did they beam. Never did a look convey more of
sorrowing regret, nor more of blank despair. I hesitated---on _his_
account I feared to finish what I had begun; but, as if replying to the
expression of his glance, I added, “But still you advise me to go? You
counsel the journey, at least?”
He blushed deeply before he could answer. He felt ashamed that he had
failed in one great requisite of his art. I hastened to relieve him, by
saying with a joyous air, “Well, I will go. I like the notion myself;
it is at least a truce with physic. It is like drawing a game before one
has completely lost it.”
And so here I am--somewhat wearied and fevered by the unaccustomed
exertion, but less so than I expected.
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