Interests of the Sick & Suffering, Rochester City
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Central Library of Rochester and Monroe County · Historic Serials Collection D1V0TID fO III INTERESTS OF THE SICK & SUFFERING, AT THE ROCHESTER CITY HOSPITAL. "I WAS SICK AND YE VISITED ME." VOL. XIII. ROCHESTER, N. Y., AUGUST 15, 1876. No. 1. THE HOSPITAL REVIEW, Oh, but to know that when I come to stand, IS PUBLISHED EVERY MONTH, BY As soon I must, on death's cold, stormy brink, THE PUBLI8HI3G COMMITTEE: Th«t I may feel his leading, guiding hand, And need n^t startle back, nor fear, nor shrink, Mrs. MALTBT STRONG, Mrs. WM. H. PEBKINd, " K. T. BOCHESTER, " Dr. MATHEW8. But with His presence, closely by my side, TERMS—Gity, in Advance inclnding Portage, 62 cts. Calmly await the angry, swelling tide. By Mail, " 60 " Oh, faithless heart I how can'st thou doubt Him Letters or CommunicatioDB for publication, to be so? addressed to Mrs. S. H. Terry, Editress, 81 Pow- When 'twas for thee, and for thy sake, He died. ers' Building. Subscriptions for The Review, and all letters Yes I even thine, and all, who seek His love, containing money, to be sent to Mrs. Robert Shall not his presence ever be denied. Mathews, Treasurer, No. 28 Spring Street. Not one soul, yearning for His precious face, Letters of inquiry, ana all business letters, are But shall find mercy, and His loving grace. requested to be sent to Mrs. Dr. MATHEWS, Cor- responding Secretary, 28 Spring Street. Oh, faithless heart! well may'st thou feel and Wm. S. Falls, Book & Job Printer, know! 9 Elwood Block, corner State and Buflalo Streets. Look up! and calm fore'er thy gloomy fears— The Friend, whose hand hath led thee safely on, So tenderly, through all thy troubled years, [The following beautiful lines were writ- Will surely not forsake thee at the last, ten for Mrs. Dr. Hall, by Mrs. Arner, a But bear thee safe, till death's dark stream be short time previous to her death, and she has kindly permitted us to copy them for the readers of the " Review ;"] For the Hospital Eeyiew. Oh, But to Know. Miramonte. Oh, but to know, there is a place for me After a week's pilgrimage at the Centen- Among those " many mansions" of the blest, nial Shrine we find ourselves once more Where from all sin, and pain, and sorrow free in a quiet haven, at Miramonte, on the There waits indeed, for me, at last, sweet rest; banks of the Hudson, where Hospitality That when I lay this weary burden down has unfurled her standard, and where There waits for me, the Christian's harp, and crown. guests from the crowded city are brought into close communion with nature. Oh, but to know, I am indeed, His own, Here are gathered a goodly cpmpany of And that He loves me, with His deathless love 1 friends and kindred who have been widely That round me are the Everlasting Arms, Prom whose dear rest, no power can dare to move. separated, but who now, united around one How easy then to bear the present pain, social board, entertain us with incidents now that not one stroke shall be in vain I of foreign life. Our hostess has spent ten Central Library of Rochester andThe. Monroe Hospital County Review. · Historic Serials Collection years in Peru; her rightrhand neighbor gives to the western portion the semblance has for two years called China, home ; our of a silvery lake, and reflects its wooded naval friend tells ns of life in Japan; she who shore on the eastern. The curling smoke wields the pencil of poet and artist comes of the steam car forms a light background from the City of the Golden Gate ; and to the dark foliage of the white pines, that she who bears the name of one of our ear- skirt the margin of the wood, through ly Presidents, and in whose veins courses whose branches we catch glimpses of an his blood, hails from Quincy, Mass. arched culvert and the water beyond it. Other guests are here, too, and among Westward, over the tree tops, Glascoe these friends of the olden time, Memory's lifts her white spire and wooded hills, and chambers are echoing with voices that have above all this, Roundtop and the other long since reached the spirit land, but mountains of the Catskill range, in ever- which, in by-gone days, were wont to changing beauty, rear their lofty heads. mingle in sweet harmony and pleasant con- Their varying moods are a source of un- verse with those that now greet us. ceasing pleasure, and add greatly to the The July sun, with unwonted power, is beauty of the landscape.. Sometimes these darting his fiery beams all around us, and mountains are cloud-capped, while dark we feel but little inclination to visit the shadows mantle their sides, again they are neighboring cascade, or the stroll in the half veiled by the rain cloud that passes woods, ordinarily so attractive, but we over them, or wholly hidden by the gath seek rather the friendly shelter of the am- ering storm. Sometimes they stand out ple veranda, and gaze dreamily on the lov- glorified, in bold relief, while the sunset ly summer landscape spread out before us, clouds rest behind them, and reflect in the and long for the artist's power to photo- river at their feet, their golden, pink, crim- graph this charming picture, so that son, and amber hues. among the bustle of the crowded city, we When night has cast her sable mantle may again gaze on this restful scene. over the landscape, we enter the hospitable The squirrels and chipmunks have had abode, and find ourselves surrounded by their morning gambols, the wild birds art treasures and relics from the old and have heralded the day with their matin the new world. i songs, sunrise has flushed the mountain- An antique tortoise-shell cabinet, inlaid tops and then bathed them in sunshine, with pearl, in which is inserted a painting while on their broad sides, soft, fleecy of St. Francis, has perhaps for two hun- clouds are nestling, and in the distance, the dred years found a home in Peru. Those Catskill Mountain House looks like a quaint vessels of pottery, dug from Peruvi- white snow bank. At our feet, the plash- an mounds, are made by a race of whom ing waters of the fountain sparkle in the there is no tradition. In a corner of the sunlight, and beyond, framed by the broad room, carefully framed, rests a portion of spreading branches of the oak trees, we the flag that floated over Fort McHenry look down the valley, where, on the gent- during its bombardment, September 13th ly eloping hillside, the laborers with busy and 14th, 1814, and which suggested to hands are heaping the hay cart, and the Key, the " Star Spangled Banner." Near patient oxen are waiting to bear hence their it, hangs the pen with which, on the 14th fragrant burden. The white pines, the of March, 1859, Washington Irving wrote veterans of the forest, cast their long sha- the last page of his life of Washington. dows on the lately mown slopes, they In another frame, carefully guarded by its crown the hilltop and border the Hudson, glass covering, and surrounded by imperi- where Cruger's island, dividing its waters, al insignia, is a lock of hair cut from the Central Library of Rochester1 andhe HospitalMonroe County Review. · Historic Serials Collection head of Napoleon, just before he reached All day thy wings have fanned, St. Helena. Beneath this, on a Sevres' At that far height, -the cold, thin atmosphere, dish, we find the monogram of Louis Phi- Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. lippe ; and the silver plate, on the heavy mahogany chair near us, tells us it on.ce And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, was a dining room chair at Mt. Vernon, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, when that was the home of Washington. Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Tapestries from Beauvais show us how Thou 'rt gone, the abyss of heaven, beautifully the looms of the old world Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart adorn its dwellings, and bir4s of every tint Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, remind us of South American forests and And shall not soon depart; rivers. The humming birds and flowers He who from zone to zone, [flight, made from insects' wings come from Dom Guides through the bonndless sky thy certain Pedro's home. Rare vases and porcelain In the long way that I must tread alone, are here from France, China and Japan, Will lead my steps aright. and as we gaze about us, we half fancy an- Died. other Annex of the Centennial has opened to us its treasures, and reluctantly we say, In San Rafael, California, Thursday, good-by to a spot where so many pleasant June 19th, 1876, of consumption, Mrs. hours have been passed, and round which Theodocia C. Arner, widow of the late Dr. cluster such charming memories. Thos. C. Arner, and daughter of Ira Cook, Esq., formerly of this city. The announcement of Mrs. Arner's The following characteristic poem, by death appeared in the July Review, but William Cullen Bryant, suggested one of since then, we have been permitted to read the appropriate ornaments that adorn the a letter from her father, giving some par- Bryant vaae.