Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1881-01-27
IN THE CHILDRENS HOSPITAL.

OUR doctor had called IN another, neverhad
seen him before,
But he sent chill tn my heart when l saw
him come in ut the door
Fresh from the surgery schools OF Franco and
of other lands
Harsh red hair big voice, big chest, big, mer-
ctless hands
Wonderful cures he had done, o yes, but they
said, too, of him
He was happier In using he knife than In
trying to save the limb.
And that can well believe, for he looEd so
coarse and so red,
I could think he was one of those who could
break their jesis on the dead,
And mangle the living dog that had loved
him and fawnd at his knee
Drenched with the hellish Oorat-that ever
such things should bel
Here was q bOy-I am sure that some of our
children would die
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
Caught in a mill and crush'd-it was all but
hopeless case
And he handled him gently enough; but his
voice and his face were not kind,
And it was but a hopeless case, he had seen
it and made up his mind,
And he sud to me roughly Ihe lau wall
need little more of your care"
"All the more need" l told him, Ito seek the
Lord Jesus in prayer;
They are all His children here, and pray for
them all us my own"
But he turned to me, " AY, good, woman, can
prayer set broken bone% ~.
Then he mutter'd half to himself, but know
that l heard him say
- All very well-but the good Lord Jesus has
had His day"
Had2 has it come? 1t has only dawn'd 1t
will come by and by.
o, how could serve in the wards If the hope
of the world were a lie?
How could l bear with the sights and. the
t. l0athsOme smells of disease,
But TINT He said eye do it to me when ye do
It to theseW
SO he went. And passed to this ward where
the younger children are laid;
Here is the cot Of our orphan, our darling, our
meek little maid;
who loved her so much
Patient of pain. tho as quick as sensitive
plant to the touch;
Hers was the prettiest prattle, it often moved
me to tears,
Hers was the gratefulest heart Ihave found in
Child of her years.
Nay, you remember our Emmie; you used to
send her the flowers;
How she would smile Mt 'em, play with en-
talk to 'em hours alter hours. Us .
They that can wander ut will where the works
of the Lord are reveaId
Little guess what joy can be got from cow
slip out of the field;
Flowers to these "spirits in prison" are all
they can know of the spring,
They fTeshen and sweeten the wards like the
watt of an angels wing;
And she lay with u flower in one hand and her
thin hands crossed on her breast
Wan, but as pretty as heart can desire, ana
we thought her Mt rest,
Quietly sleeping--so quiet, our doctor said
" Poor little dearl
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, h
Then return'd to the ward; the child didn't
see was there. ~T .@
Never since was nurse had Ibeen SO grieved
and so veXtl N# NV.
Emmic had heard him. Softly she calrd from
her cot to the next,
80 He says shall never live thro' it. ., Annie,
what shall dOp
Annie consdel'd. "If l." said the wise little
Annie, were you,
should cry to the dear Lord Jesus to help
me; for Emmie, you see,
It's all in the picture there; Little children
should come unto me-"
(Meaning the print that you gave us, find
that 1t always can please
Our children, the dear Lord Jesus with chill
dren about his kneeS)
a. Yes, and will" said Emmie; " but then If /
call to the Lord, ..
How should He know that it's me2 such lot
of beds in the wardW
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
The Lord has so pluch to see to! but, Emmie, |
you tell it Him plain,
It's tho little girl with her arms lying out or
the counterpane." s.. IA. -.
/ had sat three nights by the child-I could |
not witch her for four
My brain had begun to reel--I felt could do |
it no more;
That was my sleeping night but thought
that 1t never would pass. q. VII.
There was q thunder clap once, and clatter
of hail on the glass,
And there was phantom cry that heard as
tost about, &ts 2
The bleat of motherless lamb in the storm
and the darkness without; .-. 81
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 mOrningit seem'd she
stood VINE and smiled
And the doctor came at his hour, and we went
to see to the child
He had brought his ghastly tools; we believed
her asleep again
Her dear, long, lean, little arms lying out on
the cOunterpOne;
Say that His day is done All, why should we
care what they say?
The Lord of the children had heard her, and
Emmie had passed away.
From TennysOR's NeS0 Poems.