The Peak in Darien, With Some Other Inquiries Touching Concerns of the Soul and the Body: An Octave of EssaysCobbe, Frances Power
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The Peak in Darien, With Some Other Inquiries Touching Concerns of the Soul and the Body: An Octave of Essays
Cobbe, Frances Power
Christianity; Death -- Religious aspects -- Christianity; Medicine -- Religious aspects -- Christianity; Women in Christianity
“I was watching one night beside a poor man dying of consumption. His
case was hopeless, but there was no appearance of the end being very
near. He was in full possession of his senses, able to talk with a
strong voice, and not in the least drowsy. He had slept through the
day, and was so wakeful that I had been conversing with him on ordinary
subjects to while away the long hours. Suddenly, while we were thus
talking quietly together, he became silent, and fixed his eyes on
one particular spot in the room, which was entirely vacant, even of
furniture. At the same time, a look of the greatest delight changed the
whole expression of his face, and, after a moment of what seemed to be
intense scrutiny of some object invisible to me, he said to me in a
joyous tone, ‘There is Jim.’ Jim was a little son whom he had lost the
year before, and whom I had known well; but the dying man had a son
still living, named John, for whom we had sent, and I concluded it was
of John he was speaking, and that he thought he heard him arriving. So
I answered,--
“‘No. John has not been able to come.’
“The man turned to me impatiently, and said: ‘I do not mean John,
I know he is not here: it is Jim, my little lame Jim. Surely, you
remember him?’
“‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I remember dear little Jim who died last year quite
well.’
“‘Don’t you see him, then? There he is,’ said the man, pointing to the
vacant space on which his eyes were fixed; and, when I did not answer,
he repeated almost fretfully, ‘Don’t you see him standing there?’
“I answered that I could not see him, though I felt perfectly convinced
that something was visible to the sick man, which I could not perceive.
When I gave him this answer, he seemed quite amazed, and turned
round to look at me with a glance almost of indignation. As his eyes
met mine, I saw that a film seemed to pass over them, the light of
intelligence died away, he gave a gentle sigh and expired. He did not
live five minutes from the time he first said, ‘There is Jim,’ although
there had been no sign of approaching death previous to that moment.
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