Connecticut western news., 1872-04-26
A Day at Clifton Springs.
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 Your reproaches for not writing oftener,
 are undeserved. You don't know what l
 have to do! This is a busy place, and it needs
 industry to get through all my labors. Now
 let me give you the history of day, and
 you may take it, with some exceptions, as
 tue history of human life in this s'Sanita.
 rium." What an awful name is 4Sanitor-
 ium !bIt used to be ''Water-cure ;" but the
 proprietor, who is doctor, and a doctor
 always runs to great words,-became dis
 satisfied with cure by water, and got leave
 from the legislature to baptise 1t by this
 miserable specimen of medical nomencla-
 ture.
 At z l'2 a. m., punctually, and they are
 very punctual, the bell rings. Of course, I am on hand. Going from hall. past D. m. for more than twelve hours, my stomach becomes more obstreperous than Oliver Twist in calling for more. The chaplain is always in his place, and Michael beside him, with his bell. After a moment spent in waiting for the stragglers, the bell is sounded. The walters stop as suddenly, with their dishes, as Mrs. Jolliky's wax fig ures do when they are run down. As soon as the "loud amen" is uttered, the bell again rings, and then is the time to ''fall to-" Breakfast is soon dispatched. Clifton is as favorable to good appetite. as Wood bourne was to Dominic Simpsons wearing apparel; and, by the time the last laggard had finished, the bell again sounds for chapel. After short meeting, which is generally conducted by the chaplain, or Dr. Foster, it is time for the various baths, or to meet the doctors. Each doctor has a number of patients and each one calls at the rooms of his particular charge, or the inva. lid waits upon his doctor.
 But, let me go back to m yself, and from one example, the rule applies,-ee uno, dssce onsa,es. started, then,-say last Sat- urday, to take tue cold air bath, It was my first experience. Time 10 o'clock a. m. Dress, thick shoes. soft has, and overcoat. Entering small door, about Is by 36 inch es, into circular cage, like that in which old John BunYan shut up couple of fel. low citizens, some years ago, at Vanity Fair,-except that they were inclosed in cage or den of solid iron, with two or three small windows foot square-I found few inmates with coverlids, blankets, &c., and was soon joined by few other 'sun. happies," so that we found ourselves con- posing bakers dozen. At once the iron door closes with clang, like that of the iron shroud of the Prince of Talf. Then came strain of music, not in form of tune, but sounding like the melancholy vail of great organ, when the resideum forces the wind through the pipes after the player has deserted the keys. Next follows the distant sound of steam engine, and the squirting of external air into our dun geon then sort of pressure upon the ears, at times painful, but at once relieved by a vigorous blowing of the nose and an at- tempt to swallow; then g sort of rushing, and grooming noise beneath your feet, caused by the wind, which is thus unceremoniously thrust in, becoming sick of the business, and struggling to get out of such company. Then getting accustom- ed to this jargon of discords, and finding hat we are ''in for it" for two long hours I fold my comfortable about me, sit down in ny chair, and being already shut up in my dungeon, begin to look about me, and to picture to myself the miseries of confine- nent.
 see the dungeon is burglar-proof. All 'ur hope is on the outside If Pat should 'un away with the keys, or forget the com oinations of the lock, or if large rat mould run into the orifice of our air-supply