confidently assert that tactless spiritual arrogance is not among them,
still less an impertinent interference in private matters. They will
not open their purse as freely as the English do—the French themselves
are the first to admit it—and the secretary of the Academy of Medicine,
speaking to me of English private charities, and the vaster scale on
which they are managed, said, with delightful gaiety of admission, “In
England, you know, you always find a benevolent old lady or gentleman,
who will give you for a charitable project £20,000, as I might give
you two sous”; but they will not thrust their advice upon the poor with
wounding contempt as the English do.
If you would obtain the most striking possible contrast of the hospital
workings of the old and new _régimes_, comparison should be made of the
authentic plan of the old hospital under the kings of France, and the new
hospital of the Institut Pasteur under the directorship of M. Duclaux.
Under the old system, patients suffering from various maladies, all more
or less contagious, lay four in one bed, two with their heads above, two
with their heads below, the legs of the four touching. We may imagine the
rest of the details in keeping with this frightful situation—sanitary
details not improved between the eighth and eighteenth centuries—food,
attendance of doctors, surgeons, and nurses of the worst and coarsest
kind, sickness not other than a filthy and hideous visitation of destiny,
the inevitable precursor of the common ditch of burial. One wonders what
degree of physical despair and disgust it was necessary to reach in those
days to face the horrors of a public hospital. The courage such awful
contact entailed means, to me, greater far than any involved in fronting
the vicissitudes of battle. To die untended and forsaken on the bloodiest
field of history, with unchanged linen, unwashed and unbound wounds, the
visible prey of vultures, without hope of decent burial, were surely an
end more honourable and less nauseous than illness and death in a public
hospital of Paris in the much lauded and poetised days of the _ancien
régime_.
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