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As my patient had fallen into a gentle sleep and morning had come I softly made my escape into it-- What a sight it was -- mine for a life time not a person, not a sound was abroad -- the Sun not yet visible but the whole district of Pelham hills suffused with a deep vein[wine?] color -- hardly transpar- ent and hardly a mist--I forgot sick old women and every bogy-- just adored and kept saying over to myself Mrs B's line from "Sunrise at Sea" "I oft had seen the dawn light rise" &tc full now I watched and was so scared I withdrew from the ministering angels of that day -- It was a dreary setting that last night of watching -- a larger old-fashioned kitchen -- enormous fireplace and this small bed rooms . opening out was my arena -- My charge was a very old woman slowly recovering who was comfortably fixed in one of the bed-rooms -- If one wants to make a sensitive computation of time try my position from 8 to 12 on a still Summer night in the country where all human life gradually withdraws to shies away and trick of darkness begins its antics This steady talk in the old cloak of time & eternity
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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