Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1856-01-25

| at that ~ .-
"Hsppy New Year!
The mad fever forgot its frenzy at that
"Hsppy New Yearn'
And the little child, SO heroic in that long
| period of suffering, who had been nurse and
comforter till the :" Angel came, was sleep
ing calmly by his mothers side, dreaming Of
| that
Happy New Year! ...
Not alone was the child happy-the giver-
she was happy at the sight Of the happiness
she had wrought by that
Happy New Year!'
From many heart will the happy new
year" glide. From father to mother, as they
sum up the wealth Of her domest treasury
From brother and sister, as they smile in the
pride OF their youth and happiness. From
the lovers lips, as he reads the Utopia Of q
future in his mistress's eye. 1t will come
from big hearted men and big-souled women
as they practice the theory to bring about the
wish of "a
Happy New Year 80
How true sings the "Teacher Poet" with
a soul as sublime as his verse
Oh the music Of hearts that are taught 10 beat
1t is nobler than rythm, and swester than rhyme,
Not a line was e'er caunted for glory or gold,
Where the thunder OF organs in melody rolled,
Half as sweet to the ear OF the heart or Of heaven
As the broken 'GoD BLESS YoU.' TO charity
given.'' q
The child is sleeping calmly; the mother
breathing with difficulty; the fever had de-
parted, but death was taking its place Deaths
cold breath frose up the fever.
Kind hands a-e ministering to the dissoly-
ing soul. physician was there, and be
spoke not of hope.
Why did they bring him of all others-so
pale-lSoking himself? The world knew him
as the talented, but cOnsumptive student
The little child is dreaming Of the angel"
who came from "beyond moon and star"
with food and warmth, and smiled aloud "a
Happy New Year,
The student Of medicine started like one
electrified
"Happy Oh, God not for me-" and he
rushed madly from the presence of sleeping
innocence, dying virtue, and mild-eyed char
ity.
And the living child awoke in alright to
cling TO DEAD MOTHER.
EPISODE III.
Twas past midnight-and 1885, was in its
grave. The new morn with its freshness was
tanning the cradle of the new born 1885,.
The student sat alone, unmindful, seeming
ly, of the joyousness without. Starting at
last, as if conscious only then of the change,
which the glad bells without were proclaim
ing so loudly TO all, he groaned aloud
~ happy new year,
"MOckery have I-oh. answer my soul
have known one happy hour in the past,
and can L hope for one happy hour in the
year to come? oh, answer can know hap
piness more 80
And the soul was repeating inaudible to
ears save his own
Happiness never more 90
"Oh lying bell, cease thy mocksry!"
The student wept on as he groveled on the
carpeted fOOr-groveled there like a worm in
the dust
1t was strange room, with many a strange
and curious thing therein. A surgical instru-
ment here, mortar there, with many a trea-
tise life and death in the heavy filled shelves
that lined the walls. /
lie was a medical student and he lay there
IN agOny-his mental throes starting out in big
drops Of sweat from his pale brow They 20
by his window he hears them, the happy
ones as they meet, and the wish escapes-the
wish others hear with q smile of gladness,
thrills this student, even in the recess Of his
room, with madness. /
The past year is all before him; written
upon the wall of his room painted in flaming
colors upon the lofty ceiling. Dees the stu
dent open book 1t is there. Does he turn
his gaze skywardl Loi il is there |
The student is haunted by the memory of |
the past.
lie goes forth into the world, men see his |
wOe-stricken features, but not the cOrroding
poison at his heart nor this whisper that he |
hears every where
"rHoU ART MURDERER l
The student is still upon the floor, and his |
eyes are fixed upon the roof overhead
He is reading for the three hundred and |
sixty fifth time, the history of his last Hap
py New Year.
They tell me that disease has fixed its
grasp upon me. They tell me that in other
lands, under softer skies, L may grow myself |
again. Fools they know not that L am
doomed Of God !"
The student struggled with himself alone
upon the carpet but he deemed that another |
was striving with him-felt cold hand upon |
his brow.
''Still the cold hand is here and again
does the voice bid me tell o er the horrid tale
81 was young-am yet in years; still what
an age of woe has bowed my spirits. In my
profession was respected and sought. Friends
gathered around. Friends! IT'S a lie, hJt
from Pluto's brain-they were demons in dis
guise. They prOfered the red wine. drank,
drank again, and was its slave! Deep, deep
in the sea of dissipation did 1 throw myself,
and was god in my boastings! Many knew |
it not, or if they did, only thought it a weak |
ness of what they called my genius Still |
had patience. At the bedside of death 1 |
stood with the fire of grape in my eye, and its |
mauneSS In my Draln. On nau tney KNOWN
that a drupkard was their physician.
Zone night-my God shall l never forget |
it a.? and it was only one year ago-New Years |
Eve--we had met to drink out the old year
and drink in the new. was the widest Of |
the party and had drank the deepest
In the midst of our uproariOusness, mes
senger, pale and breathless, came to me. The |
daughter of one of my patients had met with |
a serious accident, from the Oversetting of
sleigh load Of merry ones. A surgical opera |
tion requiring great skill must be performed. |
al was wild, and hardly comprehended the |
messengers sad story, but siezing my instru |
ments, I followed him to the bedside of-0h, |
God she was my idol-the shrine ofmy hearts |
alteration She knew it not-nOne knew it /
it was my secret. Yet L felt no emotion-l
felt nothing but the demon in my brain. Why |
did not some one see my condition, and tear /
me from the room But no. The deep grief |
of all concentrated itself upon the fair sufferer.
can remember the fathers smile, wan though /
il was; vet he had faith in my skill'-
ooh, Doctor, you can save her !"
"My brain was whirling, yet paused rot,