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Central Library of Rochester and Monroe County · Historic Serials Collection THE HOSPITAL REVIEW. DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF THE SICK AND SUFFERING. AT THE IROQIHIESTIEIR, CITY HOSPITAL. "l WAS SICK AND YE VISITED ME." VOL. XXI. ROCHESTER, N. Y.. AUGUST 15, 1884. No. 1. The Sick-Bed Sower. Onward came they with rejoicing, Bearing one upon their wings, With their waiving palms victorious, BY FRANCES E. HAVERGAL. To the presence-chamber glorious " What seed have I to sow ?"' said one; " I lie Of the very King of kings. In atilled and darkened chamber, lone and low; And a whisper clear and thrilling. The silent days and silent nights pass by Fell upon her ravished ear— In monotone of dimness. Could I throw "Lo. thy harvest-song ascending ! Into the nearest furrow one small seed. Lo. thy golden sheaves aie bending It would be life again, a blessed life, indeed !" Full and precious round thee here !' And so she lay through lingering month and "Nay," she said, " I have no harvest, year— For I had no power to sow; No word for her to speak, no work to do; Burdening others daily dying, Only to suffer and be still, and hear Year by year in weakness lying, That yet the Golden Gate was not in view; Still and silent, lone and low !" While hands of love and skill, this charge to keep, Then a flash of sudden glory Must leave the whitening plain, where others Lit her long life mystery; now would reap. By that heavenly intuition All the secret of her mission One by one the singers gathered, Shone revealed in radiancy. Ev,er swelling the great song, Till a mighty chorus thundered, And she knew the sweet memorials Till the listening seraphs wondered, Of her hidden life had shed As its triumph pealed along. Glories on the sufferer's pillow, Central Library of Rochester and Monroe County · Historic Serials Collection THE HOSPITAL REVIEW. Calmness on the darkling billow, that we made our first visit to the en- Peace upon the dying-bed. campment of the great Army of the Thousand, thousand-fold her guerdon, Potomac, which at that time occupied Thousand, thousand-fold her bliss! a great stretch of country in the neigh, While His cup of suffering sharing, borhood of the city. Provided with a All His will so meekly bearing, He was gloriously preparing pass allowing us to go and return, we This for her, and her for this! crossed the long bridge guarded *by sentinels, and after a short drive, found ourselves in what looked like a city of The Battle-Hymn of the Republic. tents, swarming with soldiers, and re- sounding with the notes of the bugle BY JULIA WARD HOWE. and the tap of the drum. In the late autumn of the first year of Our first visit was to the Colonel of the war for the Union, a strong feeling a Massachusetts regiment, stationed at of interest and wonder drew me, with Fort Albany. I remember well the in- many others, to the City of Washing-, terest with which we inquired into every ton, which had become the center of detail of camp life. The officers' tents, military operations. Bitterly as we de- warmed by small stoves of sheet iron— plored the war itself, its features had the doctor's tent, provided with a huge yet for us the interest of the greatest medicine-chest—the hospital tenf, with novelty, and we could not help think- its rows of pale, guant faces. ing with romantic enthusiasm of the Our friend, Col. G . welcomed us new and strange sights which we were cordially to his headquarters, which about to see. These began when we were in an ordinary wooden building, passed the first pickets of our army, with a piazza running along the front which were stationed at intervals along He invited us to warm ouselves by a the railroad between Baltimore and comfortable wood-fire, and presently Washington. This was on a chill No- called together a number of his men to vember evening, and the little groups greet the visitors from Massachusetts, of soldiers seated around a pile of blaz- among whom was the wife of its greatly ing logs made for us a new and attract- honored Governor, John A. Andrews. ive picture. From this camp we drove into another, Arriving within the city, we found and another, and the sunlight had quite abundant evidence of its military occu- failed us before we crossed the long pation. A number of troops were bridge again, and returned to our hotej.. quartered within it, and small bodies of A little after this, we drove out again armed men marched frequently through to attend a review of ten thousand of the streets. Officers and orderlies gal- the national troops. While this was in loped past the windows of our hotel. progress, a sudden alarm intervened. A Ambulances came and went. Buildings small body of men had been attacked here and there were designated as mil- and surrounded by the enemy. We itary headquarters. Quite near our saw the reinforcements gallop to their hotel was a ghastly reminder of what assistance, and presently learned that was going on, in the shape of embalm- the review would be discontinued. ing the bodies of the dead, so that they Our way back to Washington was by might be removed to the places desig- the road over which the troops which nated by their friends for burial. had gone out for the review were obliged The minds of all were intent upon to return to their cantonments. They the war, and no news was asked for filled the whole space like a river, in other than intelligence of the various which our carriage moved slowly along, skirmishes and encounters which were the horses walking not faster than the constantly taking place between our men walked. To beguile the time we men and those of the enemy. began to sing the John Brown song, It was, therefore, with eager interest which was at that time very popular Central Library of Rochester and Monroe County · Historic Serials Collection THE HOSHTAL REVIEW. among the soldiers. As we sang it they In the twenty years which have passed answered back, " Good for you." I re since that time, I have often had the marked to a friend that I had always pleasure of knowing that my battle- wished to write some verses which might hymn has been sung by the lovers of be sung to that tune. God and men. I learned, years ago, That night I went to bed as usual, that at a great meeting of the colored and slept soundly after the fatigue of i schools of Richmond, Va., it was sung our long, cold drive. It must have by a large chorus of children, teachers been in the earliest touch of dawn that and parents. In our far West, where I I awoke, and lying in my bed, began in have more than once gone to give lec- my mind to twine the long lines of a tures, I have been greeted by its music hymn which promised to suit the meas- as I have walked to take my place on ure of the John Brown melody. Each the platform. I have heard it in the verse in succession seemed to write itself far East, also. clearly in my thoughts, and I presently When on a visit to Constantinople said to myself, " I must get up at once two years ago, I had the pleasure of and write this down, or I shall be sure passing some hours at Robert College, to go to sleep again and forget it." an American institution, beautifully sit- Accordingly I sprang out of bed, and uated on the banks of the Bosphorus. fumbled about in a dark room for a As I was about to take my leave, the stump of a quill pen and a bit of paper professor and ladies who had kindly which I remembered to have seen upon | entertained me, asked me to listen to my table before retiring to rest. I had i what I should hear while descending the acquired the habit of writing without steep hill upon whose summit the col- •sing my eyes, through a sort of neces- lege stands, I had been carried up this sl$y, having often had occasion to re- ascent in a chair by two stout porters. cord some sudden thought in the dark As I walked down, helped only by one chamber in which my own baby might strong arm, I heard the voices or my be lying asleep. This habit now stood late entertainers united in singing " Mine me in stead, and although what I wrote eyes have seen the glory of the coming was very crookedly and illegibly written, of the Lord." And I though we might I knew by past experience that I should see this glory oftener if we would look be able to make it out within twenty- for it, and most of all where faithful four hours of the time in which it was souls are working together for the good written. of humanity.— Youth's Companion. Having continued my task, which oc- cupied but a few minutes, fifteen per- haps, I went back to bed and fell asleep, SOME COMMON ACQUAINTANCES saying to myself, " I am glad of this A CHAPTER ON SPIDERS. poem." The poem was published in the Atlan- BY MRS. G. HALL. tic Monthly magazine. Mr. Jas. T.