Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1880-12-15

TFrom Tennyson's New volume.l



KxNIK.
Our doctor had called in another. never had seen
But he sent chill to my heart when ssw him come
in at the door,
Fresh from the surgery schools of France and Of
Harsh red hair. big voice, big chest big merciless
Wonderful cures he had DONE yes. but they said
He was happier using the knife than in trying to
And that can well believe, for he ookd so coarse
could think he was one of those who would break
their tests on the dead,
Drenched with the hellish oorali-;lat ever such
things should be-
Here was boy-i ana sure that someof our children
But for the voice of Love. and the smile. and the
Here was boy in The ward. every bone seemed out
of its place
Caught in mill and crlsh'd-it Was all but hope
And he handled him gently enough: but his voice
and his face were not kind,
ARD IT was bit hopeless case, he had seen il and
And he said to roughly, The lad viii need little
"Al the more need, told him. Ito seek The Lord
They are an his children here, and pray for them
But he turL'd to me. ''Ay, coed woman, can prayer
Then he mutter'd half to himself, but 1 know that
All very we-b1t the good Lord Jesus has had his
day
Had: has it e,me? 1t has only dawn'd. Ii viii come
how could serve in The wards if the hope of The
world were a lie:
How could bear with the sights and the loathsome
But that He said sYe do it to 1ne when We do it to
these!"
50 he went And We past 70 this ward, where the
Here Is ne cot Of our orphan our darling, our meek
Fpoptr yo1, 600 i,,c. vo,vr W. bo,-a -. L.. -
loved her so much "'-V
Patient Of pain tho as quick sensitive plant to
Hers the prettiest pratte, it often moved me to
Hers Tas, the gratefllest heart have found in a
child of her years
Nay You req ember our Emmie; You used to send
How she would smile at en, play with 'em. talk to
em hours after hours!
They that can wander at VIII where the works OF the
- Lord are reveald
Little guess what Joy can be got from c,wslip cut
Flowers to these spirits in prison" all they can
-, know OF the spring,
They freshen and sweeten the wards like the watt of
an angels wing;
And she lay with flower in one hand and her thin
hands crost ON her breast
Wan, but as pretty as heart can desire. and We
Quietly sleeping-so quiet, our doctors said Poor
Nurse, | must do il tomorrow; she'll never lire
thro' it, fear"
[ walk'd with our kindly old doctor Is far as the
rba, bead 4el,S Of tde =, star air tho chill,
1
was there.
Never since was nurse had been so grieved and
Emmie had heard him. Softly she calI'd from her
He says shall never live thro' it. O Annie. what
Annie CONSIDERED. eff l." said the wise little
Annie. was you.
should cry to the dear Lord Jesus to help me, for
It's all in the picture there Little children should
Meaning the print that you gave us. I find thai it
Our children. the dear Lord Jesus with children
Yes, and will" said Emmie; ''but then if call
How should he know that it's me: such lot of beds
That was puzzle for Annie. Again she CONSIDERED
- Emnde. You put put your arms. and You leave
The Lord has SO much TO see to! but, Fmnlie you
IFS t fell i him ,R4 plain Rt, or .r,s
coGnterIaDe.n
L had sat three nights by the child could not
MY brain had begun to reel felt could do it no
That was my sleeping night. but thought that it
never would pass.
There a thunder-clap once. and clatter of hail
And there was phantom cry that 1 heard as I tost
The n,otherless bleat of lamb in the storm and tie
Ny sleep was broken beside with dreams of the
dreadful knife
Anu our Qellcate EinlIlle would
escape with her life:
Then in the gray of the morning it seemd She stood
by me and smiled,
And the doctor came at his hour, and We went to see
to the CHI Il.
He had brought hi ghastIy tools We believed IA r
asleep again
Fer dear, long, lean, little arms lying out on the
cOUnterlane:
Say that His day is done: All. why should we care
what they ray!
The Lord Of the Children had heard her. and Emnie
had passed away.