First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 1 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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"I should not have anticipated, madam--I should not have anticipated,
that so great a variety of aliment would have assimilated well in the
child's stomach; but, such being the case, I never set my face against
facts, madam!--never set my face against facts! I should, therefore,
continue the course which has been hitherto pursued, with respect to
nutriment."
"Yes, sir; but have you seen his bruises?" asked Frances.
"My practice is very simple, madam," resumed the doctor, without
answering her question; "I love to go hand-in-hand with our great
instructress, Nature."
"But--these terrible bruises, sir! What is your----"
"It is too much the custom with men of our profession, to oppose the
efforts of nature; but I love to assist them, madam--I love to assist
them."
"You are quite right, sir. But, do you think those bruises will be of
any consequence?"
"Depend upon it, madam, depend upon it, there is always a revulsion,
as it were, towards right; a rebounding, a returning, in nature to her
usual functions, as first ordained by her all, wise Creator; and our
part, is carefully to watch those movements. And when the elasticity of
any power is impaired by the forcible, or long continued pressure of
adventitious circumstances; first, to remove the weight of such, and
then, by gentle stimulants, to restore buoyancy to the injured spring;
thus, madam--thus, I ever doff my cap to Nature!"
The doctor having arrived at what seemed a pause, at least, if not
a conclusion, Frances had some hopes of being heard; and, by way of
exordium, said,
"Your system, sir, is as judicious as it is pious."
"I am not presumptuous, madam!" again interrupted the doctor; "I am not
presumptuous--"
"And I should like," persisted Frances, "to have the opinion of one so
skilful, respecting the bruises of this poor child."
The doctor's ear at length caught the word. "The bruises, madam! the
bruises! They have been inflicted by a cruel and most unsparing hand!
No doubt of it, madam--no doubt of it! Who was it that beat you in this
shocking manner, my little dear?" he continued, stroking the child's
head good-naturedly.
Edmund looked alarmed, but made no attempt at reply.
"There are, I hope, no inward bruises," resumed the doctor: "some
of these outward ones are attended with a degree of inflammation,
doubtless; but it is very slight and quite local, and may, I hope, be
even beneficial: inasmuch as it may divert the attention of the system,
and prevent any more vital part becoming the seat of disease; but it is
not such as to require any general reduction of a patient already so
low."
"I am delighted to hear you say so, sir!" exclaimed Frances; "for I
wish so much to give him every thing good, when I think, poor fellow,
that perhaps he never had a comfortable meal in his life, before last
night! And I long so, too," she added, looking at Edmund, "to see the
little creature quite fat and rosy."
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