The Forlorn Hope: A Tale of Old ChelseaHall, S. C., Mrs.
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The Forlorn Hope: A Tale of Old Chelsea
Hall, S. C., Mrs.
Chelsea (London, England) -- Fiction
But temporal, as well as eternal good, has been already achieved by this
Institution. Several of its inmates have been discharged, fitted to
become useful members of society; strengthened in constitution as well as
spiritually enlightened; beneficially changed, in all respects, by a
temporary residence in this blessed Asylum. I have seen, not one or two,
but several, pale faces return, after a sojourn in the Hospital, to thank
me for “my letter,” with the hues of health upon their cheeks, and able
to bless the Institution, without pausing to breathe between the breaks
in every sentence.
There is, however, a consideration connected with the subject which
presses sorely on the mind of every inhabitant of these islands—rich as
well as poor—for no station in exempt from the influence of the subtle
disease; no blood, however ancient and pure, can repel it; exemption from
its attacks cannot be purchased by any excess of wealth; caution can do
little to avert it; its advances are perceived afar off without a
prospect of escape; it seems, indeed, the terrible vanquisher against
whom it is idle to fight. {27b}
Surely, then, ALL are interested—deeply interested—in helping the only
plan by which the disease may be so studied as to secure a remedy. It is
foolish to speak of it as INCURABLE; the term signifies only that the
cure has not been yet discovered; there are scores of other diseases
which, half a century ago, were regarded as consumption now is—sure steps
to death, for which the physician could do nothing. How many seeming
miracles has simple science worked in our day! Why have other diseases
been completely conquered, while this maintains its power unchecked?
Merely because, in reference to the one, ample opportunities for studying
them have been of late years afforded, while, with regard to the other, a
single case at a time was all the physician could take for his guidance.
Now, in this Institution, a school is forming, to which it is not too
much to say, even the most healthy and beautiful children of our highest
nobles may be indebted for life; for who can say how soon a slight cold
may sow the seeds of consumption, which skill may fail to baffle and
subdue until greater knowledge has been supplied by means more enlarged
and more effectual than as yet exist in the kingdoms swayed by a royal
lady, who is at once the pride and the model of British wives and
mothers?
To all our interests, then—of time and of eternity—this CHARITY makes
earnest and eloquent appeal. Surely these considerations will have their
weight in obtaining all-sufficient aid to create and sustain the
Institution it is my happy privilege to advocate—in humble but earnest
hope that my weak advocacy may not be altogether vain.
THE ROSERY, OLD BROMPTON.
[Picture: Decorative graphic of woman with child]
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