Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-01-28
M THE cH1IDRENs HOSPITAL.

IN THE cHILDRENs HOSPITAL.
puR doctor had called I'm another. nevcr.had
But he sent chnl 60 my heart when saw
tI him come In ut the door
Fresh from tho surgery schools OF France and
- OF other lands
Harsh rcd hair, big voice, big chest big, mcr.
wonderful cures he had done, o yes, but they
~ said, too, of him
lie WINS happier in using no knife than in
trying to save tho limb.
And that1 can well believe, for hc look'd so
coarse and so red,
1eould think ho was one OF those VINO could
break their josfs on tho dead,
And mangle tho living dog that had loved
z p him and fawn'd Mt his knee.
Drcnched with the hellish oornli-that ever
such things should bel
Here was boy--I arm suro that somo OF our
lrsl children would die
But for the voice OF Love, and the smile and
= q the comforting eye
Hero was. boy III the ward, every bone
49, seemed out OF place
Caught in mill and crush'd-it was oil but
- hopeless case:
And he handled him gently enough; but his
And IL was but a hopeless case, hc had seen
It and made up bis mind
And he said to me roughly, THE lad Will
need little more of your care"
s'An the more need, 1 told him, to seek the
=, Lord Jesus in PRAYER;
IlltN .uTe tu Ills CliiitiTcI nCTts uhu Piuy ioi
But he turned to me. "Ay. good, woman, can
Then lie mutter'd half to himself but know
..,s That hoard him say,
HAu very well-but the good Lord Jesus has
a had His day."
Hatis has It come? It has only dawnd. 1t
viii come by and by.
o, how could serve in the wards If the hope
of the world.were n lie?
How could bear with the sights and the
l9athsome smells OF disease,
tito these?''
So he went And we epasscd to this ward where
eNthe younger children are laid
Here is the cot of our orphan our darling, our
meek little maid;
Empty yon see just nowi We have lost her'
who loved her so much
Ps Iient of pain, tho rs quick rs sensitive
l,yplant to the touch;
Hers was the prcttiest prattle, IL often moved
Hers was the gratefulest heart / Ihavo found in
n child of her years
Nay, you remember our Emmie; you used to
send her the flowers;
How she would smile mt 'em, play with 'em,
talk to 'em hours alter hours. u
They that can wander ut will where the works
of the Lord arc reveard
Iittle guess what Joy can be got from a cow
slip out of the field;.
they can know of the spring,
They freshen and sweetcn the wards like the
wait OF IN anger IS wing,
And she lay with n flower In onehand and her
thin hands crossed on her breast
Wan. but rs pretty rs heart can desire, and
~ We Thought her Mt rest,
Quietly lslecping-so quiet, our doctor said,
Poor little dear!
Nurse, 1 must do it to morrow; she'll never
live thro' It, fear" ''
walkd with our kindly old doctor MS far MS
the head of the stair,
Then returT'd to the ward; the child didn't
see was there.
Mover since was nurse had / been SO grieved
Emmie had heard him. Softly she calld from
., her cot to the next, g. erL. q
'tne says shall never live thro' it. o, Annie,
Annie considered "If T." said the wise little
Annie, "were you, -.
should cry to the dear Lord Jesus to help
n me; for, Emmie, you see, 80
It's nll in the picture there: Little children
~ should come unto me-"
(Meaning. the print that you gave us, find
that It ALWAYS can please ..'La-
Our children, the dear Lord Jesus with chill
a dren about his knees.) .l b.
eyes, and will" said Emmie; "but then If
"a call tothe Lord,
How should He know that it's me? such q lot
of beds In the wardp'
That wac puzzle for Annie. Again she con-
I sider'd md said:
''Eiinnie. you put out your arms, and You
leave 'em outside on the bed
The Lord hns SO much to see toi but, Emmie,
you tell 1t Him plain,
It's the little girl with her arms lying out on
the counterpane."
had sat three nights by the child-I could
not watch 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.
There was thunder. clap once, and clatter
of hail on the glass,
And there was phantom cry that heard as
/ tost about,
The bleat of motherless lamb I'm the storm
and the darkness without;
My sleep was broken beside with dreams of
the dreadful knife
Aud fears for our delicate Emmie, who scarce
would escape with her life;
Then in the gray of the morning Ii seem'd she
stood by me and smiled,
And the doctor came Mt his hour, and we went
to see to the child.
He had brought his CHASTITY tools; we believed
her asleep again-
Her dear, long, lean, little arms lying out on
the counterpane;
Say that His day is donei All, why should we
care what they say?
The Lord of the children had heard her, and
Emmie had passed away.
From Tennyson's Netp Poems.