Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-01-27
IN THE .cHILDRENs, HOSPITAL.

Dun doctor had called III another, never had
But I've sent a chill to my heart when L saw
him come in ut the door il =. 1.essf.st.t ii.
FRESH from the surgery schools of France and
- of pther lands - 80
Halsa, red hair, big voice. big chest. big, mer-
Wonderful cures he had done, o yes. but they
He was happier in using he knife than in
trying TO save the limb. sHfit s.ff1a
And that can well believe, for he loOk'd SO
coarse and so red, tszs.4.. f.es :
Icould think he was one of those who could
break their jests on the dead, -a
And mangle the living dog that had loved
Drenched with the hellish ooraIi-that ever
such things should be!
Here was boy--I am sure that some of our
But for the voice OF Love, and the smile, and
the comforting eye
Here was a boy in the ward, every bone
seemed out of place. bis $50 ag5.s %
Caught in min and crush'd-it was all but
And lie handled him gently enough; but his
voice and his face were not kind, z
And It was but q, hopeless case, he had seen
it and made up his mind, -.t
And he said said to me roughly, 1.-THE lad VIII
"AiI the. more need told him, :: to seek the
Lord Jesus in prayer; 1|5a
They are al His children here. and pray for
~, prayer set broken boneT
Then he mutter'd half to himself, but know
that heard him say, y.
"Allvery well-but the good Lord Jesus has
had His day." t&Hf-Ei
Had? has it come? It has only dawn'd. 1t
wilrcome by and by.
o, no could / serve in the wards If the hope
of the world were a lie?
How could I bear with the sights and the
loathsome smells of disease, -,
But that He said, Eye do it to me when ye do
11n emf nd we ma fo this wa wi
the younger children are laid;
Here is the cot of our orphan, our darling, our
Empty you see just now! We have lost her.
who loved her so much
Patient Of pain, tho, as quick as sensitive
Hers was the prcttiest prattle, it often moved
me to tears,
a child of her years : ~ q ~ -
Nay, you remember our Emnie; you used to
send her the flowers; 81. e y
How she would smile at 'em, play with 'em,
talk to 'em hours alter hours. as -s.t-.E
They that can wander at will where the works,
yofthe Lord are reveaPd t'~ ~
Little guess what JOY can be got from a cow
slip out of the field; .sy- -
ey ca en Rnew e sp ri
They freshen and sweeten the wards like the
watt of an angels wing; tfzsEt tE q
And she lay with flower in one hand and her
thin hands crossed on her breast e, :.
Wan, bst as pretty as heart can desire, and
we Thought her at rest,
Quietly sleeping-so quiet, our doctor said,
Poor little dear! ia
Nurse, l must do it to- morrow; she'll never
live thro' it, fear"
walk'd with our kindly old doctor as far as
the head of the stair,
Then return'd to the ward; the child didn't
see was there.
Never since was nurse had been so grieved
and vext!
Emrnie had heard him. Softly she calrd from
her cot to the next,
Gle says shall never live thro' it. o, Annie,
Annie CONSIDERED. eff l." said the wise little
Annie, " were You, ~t..'
should cry to the dear Lord Jesus to help
me for, Emmie, you see, .Ef -. ID.
It's all in The picture there: Little children
should come unto me-"
(Leaning the print that you gave US, find
that it always can please
Our children, the dear Lord Jesus with chill
dren about his knees.)
eyes. and will. !" said Emmiie; "but then If I
How should He know that it's mes such a lot
ofbeds in the ward!' .t s4sE
That was puzzle for Annie. Again she con-
sider'd and said:
"Emmie, you put out your arms, and you
leave 'em outside on the bed @l LE
The Lord has SO much to see to! but, Emmie,
YOU tell it Him plain,
It's the little girl with her arms lying out on
the cOunterpane."
I had sat three nights by the child-I could
MY brain had begun to reel-I felt I could do
it no more;
That was my sleeping night, but thought
that it never would pass.
There was a thunder clap once, and clatter
of hail on the glass,
And there was a phantom cry that heard as
tOst about,
The bIeat of motherless lamb in the storm
and the darkness without;
MY sleep was broken beside with dreams of
the dreadful knife
And fears for our delicate Emmie, who scarce
would escape with her life;
Then in the gray of the morning it seem'd she
stood by me and smiled
And the doctor came at his hour, and we went
to see to the child
He had brought his CHASTITY tools; we believed
her asleep again
Her dear, long, team, little arms lying out on
the Counterpart;
Say that His day is donel All, why should we
care what they say?
The Lord of the children had heard her, and
Emmie had passed away.
1855 Prom Tennyson's Neso Poems.