The success of the work was an astonishment to all. The patients could
at first scarcely understand why the nurses did not swear at them like
their former ones. The police wondered as they saw women able to deal
with those whom they had found utterly untameable; while the committee
were so pleased with the success of the experiment, that, a year before
the specified time, they decided permanently to adopt the system of
trained nurses.
But such work was not without its trials. During the first year there
was great difficulty with the ex-pauper women who were being trained,
many who seemed to be doing well returning to their drunken habits.
Dirt, disorder, insubordination, and grumbling had to be contended with.
The vilest sins were practised even by children, and so shameful was the
conduct of many of the inmates that Agnes Jones said, "I can only
compare it to Sodom, and wonder how God stays His hand from smiting."
The isolation from home and friends was a trial in itself, while her
anxiety about her work was so great that she scarcely allowed herself a
holiday. A further trouble was that from morning till night she was
never alone. It is small cause for wonder that with such a terrible
strain, overtaxed nerves and strength should result in depression, a
fact only revealed by her journals, for to others she was ever bright,
and it was often said of her, "She is like a sunbeam."
A life lived at high pressure cannot long continue without failing
partly or altogether, and the end came at last. In the beginning of 1868
there was much fever and sickness of various kinds, there being three
hundred patients above the normal number, while the nursing staff was
reduced by illness. A nurse, who had been ill with bronchitis, developed
symptoms of typhus, and Agnes Jones, fearing that her life might be
sacrified, were she removed to the fever wards, gave up her bedroom to
her, sleeping herself on the floor of her sitting-room. She was soon
attacked by the same disease. For a week she progressed very favourably.
Then dangerous symptoms showed themselves, and finally inflammation of
both lungs.
Many were the touching inquiries from the patients of "How is the lady?"
Nurses and friends watched anxiously the terrible progress of the
disease. Much prayer was made, but the Lord had need of His servant, who
had been so faithful to the trust committed to her here, for a more
perfect service; and at the age of thirty-five she passed away
peacefully into the brightness of His presence in the early morning of
February 19, 1868, the beginning to her of a glorious day which should
know no twilight gloom.
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