Life in the sick-room : $b EssaysMartineau, Harriet
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Life in the sick-room : $b Essays
Martineau, Harriet
Conduct of life; Sick
It is doubtless easiest to comply at the moment of such exactions, at
any sacrifice of subsequent health and nerve: but it should be
remembered that the sacrifice is not of health alone. The posthumous
love must suffer;--or if not the love, the respect for the departed. It
is impossible to love one who appears in a selfish aspect,--though it be
the merest mask, most briefly worn,--so well as the countenance that
never concealed its benevolence for a moment. Let then the timely
thought of the future,--a provident care for the memory of the dying
friend, suggest the easy prudence which may obviate encroachment. Let
the bewildered sufferer be frequently and cheerfully told the hour,--and
informed that such an one is going to rest, to be replaced by another
for so many hours. A little forethought and resource may generally
prevent the great evil I speak of: and if not, true sympathy requires
that there should be a cheerful word of remonstrance--or let us call it
rectification. So may it be with me, if so lingering a departure be
appointed! Thus would every one say beforehand; and it seems to me a sin
against every one’s moral rights not to take him at his word.
NATURE TO THE INVALID.
“O mighty love! Man is one world and hath
Another to attend him!”
GEORGE HERBERT.
“Let us find room for this great guest in our small houses.”
_Emerson._
“Shut not so soon! The dull-eyed night
Has not as yet begun
To make a seizure of the light,
Or to seal up the sun.”
HERRICK.
When an invalid is under sentence of disease for life, it becomes a duty
of first-rate importance to select a proper place of abode. This is
often overlooked; and a sick prisoner goes on to live where he lived
before, for no other reason than because he lived there before. Many a
sufferer languishes amidst street noises, or passes year after year in a
room whose windows command dead walls, or paved courts, or some such
objects; so that he sees nothing of Nature but such sky and stars as
show themselves above the chimney-tops. I remember the heart-ache it
gave me to see a youth, confined to a recumbent posture for two or three
years, lying in a room whence he could see nothing, and dependent
therefore on the cage of birds by his bed-side, and the flowers his
friends sent him, for the only notices of Nature that reached him,
except the summer’s heat and winter’s cold. There was no sufficient
reason why he should not have been placed where he could overlook
fields, or even the sea.
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