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
If a healthy man, entering upon a temporary imprisonment, hangs his
walls with a paper covered with roses, and every one sympathises in this
forethought for his mind’s health, much more should the invalid, (who,
though he must be a prisoner, has yet liberty of choice where his prison
shall be,) provide for sustaining and improving his attachment to
Nature, and for beguiling his sufferings, by the unequalled refreshments
she affords. He will be wise to sacrifice indolence, habit, money and
convenience, at the outset, to place himself where he can command the
widest or the most beautiful view that can be had without sacrificing
advantages more essential still. There are few things more essential
still: but there are some;--such as medical attendance, and a command of
the ordinary conveniences of life.
What is the best kind of view for a sick prisoner’s windows to command?
I have chosen the sea, and am satisfied with my choice. We should have
the widest expanse of sky, for night scenery. We should have a wide
expanse of land or water, for the sake of a sense of liberty, yet more
than for variety; and also because then the inestimable help of a
telescope may be called in. Think of the difference to us between seeing
from our sofas the width of a street, even if it be Sackville-street,
Dublin, or Portland Place, in London, and thirty miles of sea view, with
its long boundary of rocks, and the power of sweeping our glance over
half a county, by means of a telescope! But the chief ground of
preference of the sea is less its space than its motion, and the
perpetual shifting of objects caused by it. There can be nothing in
inland scenery which can give the sense of life and motion and connexion
with the world like sea changes. The motion of a waterfall is too
continuous,--too little varied,--as the breaking of the waves would be,
if that were all the sea could afford. The fitful action of a
windmill,--the waving of trees, the ever-changing aspects of mountains
are good and beautiful: but there is something more life-like in the
going forth and return of ships, in the passage of fleets, and in the
never-ending variety of a fishery.
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