Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-05-29

COUNTESS, nysleTlCally.
Patience, Margaret, patience, said the
earl, with apparent calmness. lie may
be better-but he isl fear so at least,
much changed
My dear-dear childv screamed her
|adyship. He will be spared usl
Let US hope it, let US pray for it,, said
the earl; "stil we must be patient lie
then led his wife to the bedside; and iu-
stahtly the grief and and cries oflhe count
ess were redoubIed. She threw herself
upon the bed. and called Heaven to wit
ness how she loved her child.
"A letter, my lord, from DR. Wilson,
said servant presenting a note to the
earl.
Where-where is the doctor? exclaim-
ed the countess,
BE calm, my love; sent for him-he
sends this letter, answered the earl.
"A letter! Why does he not come?-a
letter. cried the countess.
He will not come, said the earl. Lis
ten His lordshlp then read the note of
the physician:
"MY LoRD.-It is with unaffected pain
lhat cannot feel it due to my profession
al character to attend your summons
After what fell from her ladyship this
morning, should forfeit all sense of self
respect were again to do so. Her lady
ship expressed total want of confidence
in my skil!'-'
Il never meant it-he knew | never
meant it" cried the countess in a rage of
grief.
"Pcrmit me, however, to recommend
to your lordship the gentleman who is the
bearer Of this. | have frequently met him
in the course of my professional expert
ence, and have great pleasure in herewith
testifying to his high ability, | know no
man to whose skill | would so readily in
trust the health Of my own children
Il remain your obedient, humble servant,
CHARLES WILSON,"
Conduct the gentleman here said the
earl.
SIS he physcian!' asked the countess.
The doctor does not tell me, but have
all faith in Wilson, lie; the gentleman be
who he may As the earl spoke this,
the servant ushered in an old acquaintance
of the readers, no other than apothecary
Lin,ley. The countess glanced at his
plain ou,sde-for in the days whereof
write, the physician had a more marked
exterior than in these one-coated times
and loudly whispered to her husband, I'm
sure he's not physician.
Lin,ley overhearing this, observed-'No,
madam, | am not. DR. Wilson has, how
ever, informed me of the case; it is one
have treated thousand times among the
poor.
AT the word poor, the countess looked
towards her husband, as though, of course,
he would instantly resent the insult. The
earl, however, Immediately addressing
himself to Lin,loy, said-I am happy, sir,
that my child will have the benefit of so
much experience
Lintey then approached the little patti
ent: in an instant saw in the eye Of the
apothecary the fate Of the babe.
'He is not so very i'll, sir?' asked the
countess.
He is very il, madam answered Lint
ley.
But not dangerous-nothing danger
ous-you will answer for his recovery
of course, with your experience, you can
answer" cried the countess.
Lintly did not speak but glanced at the
earl. The father saw there was no hope,
and endeavored to soothe the mother
whose extravaganza grief burst forth in the
widest expressions. She hung about the
child, and vowed she would never sur
vive it-no, she would be buried with ii
She had loved it so-she who had treas
ured her dear blessed darling! At these
words the earl hid his brow in his hands
and groaned bitterly.
is there nothing, nothing that vii
save HIM, doctor;' cried the countess
Lintley still evaded an answer; still
the mother asked. AT length the apothe
cary repled-'Nothing, madam, no'0
oh, | know what you would say-Doc
tor Wilson has said so, but it was lmpossl
bile. How could nurse it-how could |
blessed dear babe that it is,-but hoy
could nurse it?
Patience, patience, Margaret said tn
earl, taking his wile's hand. And so 70
hours tbey sat. As the clock struck 81