The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1881-01-28
IN THE cH1LDREns HOSPITAL.

IN THE GHILDREN'S HOSPITAL.
OUR doctor had called in another, neverhad
but ne sent a chill to my heart when saw
nim come in at the door
Tresn from the surgery schools Of France and
OF other lands 1t1t
Harsh red hair big voice big chest big mer.
CHESS hands! . ~
wonderful cures he had done, O yes, but they
- SAID, too, of him
He was happier in using he knife than in
trying 10 save the limb.
and that can well believe, for he look'd so
coarse and SO red, ..s4
could think he was one of those who could
break their jests on the dead,
AND mangle the living dog that had loved
him and fawn'd at his knee
Drenched with the hellish ooral-that ever
such things should bel
Here Was boy am sure that some of our
But for the voice OF Love, and the smile, and
the comforting eye '-
Here was boy in the ward, every bone
Caught in mill and crush'd-it was all but q
hopeless case:
And he handled him gently enough; but his
voice and his face were not kind,
And it was but hopeless case, he had seen
1T and made up his mind,
ana ne ne s sid :" me roughly The lad VIII
All the more need, !" 1 told him, "to seek the
Lord Jesus in prayer;
They are all His children here, and I p-ay for
But Returned to me, SAY. good, woman, can
prayer set a broken boneT'
Then he mutterd half to himself, but know
chat heard him say,
AL very well-but the good Lord Jesus has
had His day."
Had? has it come? It has only dawn'd. It
will I,xyo nd INV
o, how could serve in the wards If the hope
of the world were a lie?
How could bear with the sights and the
loathsome smells of disease.
But that He said, aye do 1t to me when ye do
it to these"'
So he went. And we passed to this ward where
the younger children are laid;
Here is the cot of our orphan, our darling, our
meek little maid;
Empty You see just now! We have lost her,
who loved her so much
Patient of pain. tho as quick as sensitive
plant to the touch;
Hers was the prcttiest prattle. it often moved
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 at 'em, play with 'em,
talk TO 'em hours alter hours.
They that can wander at Will where the works
of the Lord are reveaPd
Little guess what JOY can be got from a cow
slip out of the field;
Flowers to these spirits in prison" are all
they can know of the spring,
They freshen and Sweeten the wards like the
watt of an angels wing;
And she lay with a flower in one hand and her
thin hands crossed on her breast
Wan, but as pretty as heart can desire, and
we thought her at rest.
Quietly sleeping-so quiet, our doctor said,
Nurse. must do it to morrow; she'll never
live thro' it, I 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 so veXt!
Emmie had heard him. Softly she calpd from
"He says shall never live thro' it: o. Annie.
what shall dO?"
Annie CONSIDERED. "If l." said the wise little
Annie, were you,
I 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-"
CGeaning the print that you gave us, find
that it always can please
Our children, the dear Lord Jesus with chill
dren about his knees.)
"Yes, and will" said Emmie; but then If
call to the Lord,
How should He know that it's me? such a lot
of beds in the wardp"
IL
slider q and said:
"Emmie, you put out your arms, and you
leave 'em outside on the bed
The Lord has much to see to! but, Emmie,
you tell it 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
Ny brain had begun to reelI felt could do
it no more;
That was my sleeping might, but thought
that it never would pass.
There was thunder-clap once and clatter
of hail on the glass,
And there was phantom cry that heard as
Itost about,
The bleat of motherless lamb in the storm
and the darkness without;
NY 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 1t 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, lean, little arms lying out on
the counterpane;
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.
-RrOn TennUe0nss Mem p0esns