Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-02-25

the prcseut year. Blu, the number Of pco
pie taken sick in the day time, who sen,
for the doctor by night, produced com
pound fracture of my time, which seldom
r gave me comatose state. 1t is the sweet
E est of all cousolations 10 lay weary heac
? upon the pillow with the thought that res
awaits you until the dawning light. What
ever carking cares bsve vcxcd you, thai
is long season Of immunity which stretch
es through the dark hours of the night
Tnen do the strained muscles lapse into
the most easy attitudes III the yielding
couch, and the taxed intellect is still, and
you bolt The door upon ingra:i,ade aud
strife.
But to lie down without security from
disturbance is enough to frighteu away
sleep. Such is the lot Of a Country doctor.
/ | could re;atc innumerablc Instances Of the
utter disregard with which he is routed
from his led, without occ sion, at ali hours.
itcrc i one ia loimt
arrived late Guc winter evening 1t my
own door, after 4 hard days toll. With
what i fyc,ins OF relaxation did dvest
my feet Of heavy boots, set them smoking
AT the tr2, AMI then rcgae them in easy
slippers. ihcu wrapping about me soft
pt''ded gown, ilh what luxury did | fall
tauA IN my arm char, peru-e the daily
paper, and s. p 4 cup of tea. Nov"
sud |, < The ladors of the day are over
4 storm IS brewing GU; Of doors | hope
lhat no body will come here tonight. If
they do, l won't 60. Let them 60 after
Bosardas. l wont immolate myself f,r
any bod dy. 1t is unreasonable" With
that pulled down my ledger aud made u
note IF the days visits, one half Of which
were to poor houses, negro Lut~, and Irish
shantees. As to this class, they loved me
Ike Il brother, and their confidence in me
was unboundcd They seat for me if their
bones ached, or if their corns hurt them.
and | wen, with a speed, though | some
times had occasion to scod them. Before
retiring for the night, | opened the outer
door, as was my custom, TO see the state OF
the weather. 1t Was tremendous night.
The moon sh9ne palciy, but the wind ylew
. hurricane. 1t raincd, it hailed, it showed,
1t bowed, | thought again Of the poor
mariners Oh the coast, and with silent
prayer for them, and all hcuseiess, uu2ro-
tccted ones, closed the door, anu went to
ted. | had just recovered from the shiv-
crlng sensation Of cod sheets, and become
CONSCIOUS vi a grateful warmth, while that
delightful drowsiuess which borders upon
sound sleep stole over me, when there came
a knocking, impatien'ly repeated, enough
to wake the dead God bless me-"
groaned out, crawling out Of bed, aud lift
ing up the sash, what Do You want? 2"
doctor, want YOU to come right straight
away Of to Banks HIS child 5 dead"
"Then why do you come %
=" He's p'isoncd. They gin him laad-
mum for paregorcky."
" How much have they given him 2"
"DOno. A great deal. Thank he won't
get over it.
when did they give it to him ~
"This AFTERNOON"
"Why didn't you come sooner? How
do you think am 10 90 two miles on such
a nj ghI? Have You brough, wagon ?"
"No."
"Thcn won't go. Tell them To-"
and having prescribed hastily out of the
window, | closed the sash and went back
to b d. But the bowling wind and rat
ting slcct against the pancs had not that
soothing effect which they have to one who
lies snug and warm and irresponsible in
his couch. What" said |, - if that child
should die through NY neg gicct. Will i,
absolve me from cFiIninaIi'y because the
parents are poor? | will 60: must"
With that | leapcd out again, kindied a
match, and went down iu;o my Office
Not choosing TO wake my man Flummcry,
or to disturb my Old horse, wha was
craunching his oats, aud housed for the
night, took my stick aud sci cut 10 walk.
The snow-watcr went through my shoes
Ike siev, my neck and bosom were in
s;an,ly covered with slect Nevertheless,
| had some humorous thoughts while
breasting the storm, and composed a Latin
dis,ich by the way. | had just got the
last foot of the peniame,er correct, when
my own foot struck against something
which looked like black log On scru,i-
ny, by the light Of the moon, found it
to be my old patient, Timmy Iimmons,
apparently sound asleep, with his beloved
rumjug by his side. in vain shook him
to make him aware of his situation, ard
see if the spirit had left his body. Ishook
the rum,jus, but there Was no spirit there,
not a dron TimmrO S,rc 0u.La