As if to give us the pleasures of contrast,Dr.Z.succeeded him,who,I think,suffered more in giving pain than did his patients in enduring it;for he often paused to ask:"Do I hurt you?"and seeing his solicitude,the boys invariably answered:"Not much;go ahead,Doctor,"though the lips that uttered this amiable fib might be white with pain as they spoke.Over the dressing of some of the wounds,we used to carry on conversations upon subjects foreign to the work in hand,that the patient might forget himself in the charms of our discourse.Christmas eve was spent in this way;the Doctor strapping the little Sergeant's arm,I holding the lamp,while all three laughed and talked,as if anywhere but in a hospital ward;except when the chat was broken by a long-drawn "Oh!"from "Baby B.,"an abrupt request from the Doctor to "Hold the lamp a little higher,please,"or an encouraging,"'Most through,Sergeant,"from Nurse P.
The chief Surgeon,Dr.O.,I was told,refused the higher salary,greater honor,and less labor,of an appointment to the Officer's Hospital,round the corner,that he might serve the poor fellows at Hurlyburly House,or go to the front,working there day and night,among the horrors that succeed the glories of a battle.I liked that so much,that the quiet,brown-eyed Doctor was my especial admiration;and when my own turn came,had more faith in him than in all the rest put together,although he did advise me to go home,and authorize the consumption of blue pills.
Speaking of the surgeons reminds me that,having found all manner of fault,it becomes me to celebrate the redeeming feature of Hurlyburly House.
I had been prepared by the accounts of others,to expect much humiliation of spirit from the surgeons,and to be treated by them like a door-mat,a worm,or any other meek and lowly article,whose mission it is to be put down and walked upon;nurses being considered as mere servants,receiving the lowest pay,and,it's my private opinion,doing the hardest work of any part of the army,except the mules.
Great,therefore,was my surprise,when I found myself treated with the utmost courtesy and kindness.Very soon my carefully prepared meekness was laid upon the shelf;and,going from one extreme to the other,I more than once expressed a difference of opinion regarding sundry messes it was my painful duty to administer.
As eight of us nurses chanced to be off duty at once,we had an excellent opportunity of trying the virtues of these gentlemen;and I am bound to say they stood the test admirably,as far as my personal observation went.
Dr.O.'s stethescope was unremitting in its attentions;Dr.S.brought his buttons into my room twice a day,with the regularity of a medical clock;while Dr.Z.filled my table with neat little bottles,which I never emptied,prescribed Browning,bedewed me with Cologne,and kept my fire going,as if,like the candles in St.Peter's,it must never be permitted to die out.Waking,one cold night,with the certainty that my last spark had pined away and died,and consequently hours of coughing were in store for me,I was amazed to see a ruddy light dancing on the wall,a jolly blaze roaring up the chimney,and,down upon his knees before it,Dr.Z.,whittling shavings.I ought to have risen up and thanked him on the spot;but,knowing that he was one of those who like to do good by stealth,Ionly peeped at him as if he were a friendly ghost;till,having made things as cozy as the most motherly of nurses could have done,he crept away,leaving me to feel,as somebody says,"as if angels were a watching of me in my sleep;"though that species of wild fowl do not usually descend in broadcloth and glasses.I afterwards discovered that he split the wood himself on that cool January midnight,and went about ****** or mending fires for the poor old ladies in their dismal dens;thus causing himself to be felt?a bright and shining light in more ways than one.I never thanked him as I ought;therefore,I publicly make a note of it,and further aggravate that modest M.D.by saying that if this was not being the best of doctors and the gentlest of gentlemen,I shall be happy to see any improvement upon it.
To such as wish to know where these scenes took place,I must respectfully decline to answer;for Hurly-burly House has ceased to exist as a hospital;so let it rest,with all its sins upon its head,?perhaps I should say chimney top.When the nurses felt ill,the doctors departed,and the patients got well,I believe the concern gently faded from existence,or was merged into some other and better establishment,where I hope the washing of three hundred sick people is done out of the house,the food is eatable,and mortal women are not expected to possess an angelic exemption from all wants,and the endurance of truck horses.
Since the appearance of these hasty Sketches,I have heard from several of my comrades at the Hospital;and their approval assures me that I have not let sympathy and fancy run away with me,as that lively team is apt to do when harnessed to a pen.As no two persons see the same thing with the same eyes,my view of hospital life must be taken through my glass,and held for what it is worth.Certainly,nothing was set down in malice,and to the serious-minded party who objected to a tone of levity in some portions of the Sketches,I can only say that it is a part of my religion to look well after the cheerfulnesses of life,and let the dismals shift for themselves;believing,with good Sir Thomas More,that it is wise to "be merrie in God."The next hospital I enter will,I hope,be one for the colored regiments,as they seem to be proving their right to the admiration and kind offices of their white relations,who owe them so large a debt,a little part of which I shall be so proud to pay.Yours,With a firm faith In the good time coming,TRIBULATION PERIWINKLE.
