Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1863-06-05

perfect faculties Wlhlng tnem down, as
it were, from a high native assimilation
to the operative methods of the Divine
Mind, to the painful, creeping, mechan-
ical procedures of the comparing and
Judging reason. And this lost power is
TO be restored, we may expect from the
regenerating force of conversion"
know I've got the right because,
after Henry had thanked me for my ques-
ton, he said was a preaching stock
that the inquiry "joggled up" his mind,
and suggested just what fayed in with
his sermon and afterwards | heard him
preach it; and now l have copied it out
of his manuscript, and have it all correct
and satisfactory. What will he do to
me, if he should see this in print2 But
| can't help it. And what is mere, !
don't believe his theological stuff. If it
we're true, there would not SO many good
people be such geese.
But whatever this cloud is, it now
blinded and misguided me. / quietly,
very quietly, put away some moneys that
lay about-locked up nearly all my small
stock of silver and my scanty jewelry-
locked up my bureau drawers-counted
unobtrusvely the weekly proceeds of the
washing-and was extremely watchiul
against the least alteration of my manner
towards my pretty maid.
1t might have been a week after this,
when my husband said one morning that
Bridget's eyes were heavy, and she had
moved with a start several times, as tho
she we're half asleep. Now that he spoke,
l saw it, and wondered that l had not
seen it before; but think some men no.
tice things more quickly than women
asked the child if she we're well.
Eyes, ma'am," she said spiritlessly,
"but my head aches"
/ observed her; and she dragged her
self about with difficulty, and was pain
fully slow about her dishes. AT tea
time l made her lie down in my little
back parlor and got the meal myself,
and made her a nice cup Of tea. She
slept little, but grew flushed Next
morning she was not fit to get up,
but insisted that she was, and would not
remain in bed. But she ate nothing
indeed, for day or two she had not
eaten-and after breakfast she grew
faint. and then more flushed than ever
seemed likely to have a hard run oil
fever; and / sent for my doctor--a
hommopath.
He came, saw, queried, and prescribed.
Doctor-like, he evaded my inquiry what
was the matter, so that saw it was a Sc.
rous case. On my intmating as much,
he said, with sudden decision:
"Ill tell you what, madam. She may
be better By night. II not, you'd bet
ter send for Bagford. He might do bet
ter for her than l"
l was extremely surprised, for Bag
ford is a vigorous allopath of the old
school, drastic, bloody-and an uncom-
prising enemy of "that quack," as he
called my grave young friend. l said as
much. Doctor Nash smiled.
sob, don't mind it so long as the
patients come to me. | can very well
afford to send him. one now and then
The fact is, the Irish must feel theii
medicine. Its quite often that raking
dose will cure em, not because its the
right thing, but because its takes theiI
Imagination with it. The Irish imagina.
ton goes with Bagford, and against me
and the wrong medicine with the i'm
agination is better than the right one
against it. l care more about curing
this child than | do about him. Be.
sides"-and he grew grave-''it may be
no great favor to him."
obliged him to tell me that be feared
the attack would develop into brain te
veF aud lie said something was on the
girls mind. As soon as he was gone,
ran up to poor Bridget, whose sweet face
and great brown eyes were kindled, ir
her increasing fever, into hot, fearfu
beauty; and now l could see a steady
mournful, panied look contracting hel
mouth, and lifting the delicate lines o.
her eyebrows. Poor little girl fell
the same deep yearning sorrow which we
have at the sufferings of little child
who seems TO look in sacred wonder a
us. as II TO ask-What is this why Dc
you not help? When child suffers, We
feel a sense of injustice done. Bridget;
! lips we're dry. Her skin was so hot, hel
whole frame SO restless And the silen
mystery of her eyes ate into my very
heart. smoothed her pillow and batheC
her head, and would fain have comforiet
her, as if she had been my own little sis