And so the friends went home to bed, to dream of a regenerated world, fit for an age of steam, telephones, and physiological research not contemplated by the Apostles, and therefore requiring a new religion of its own.
CHAPTER XII.
“SEND FOR FATHER O’GRADY.”
“What! do they study?”
“No, father, but they feel!”
“Feel! I comprehend thee not!”
Sir. E. B. Lytton.
Such men, in other men’s calamities, are, as it were, in season, and are ever on the loading part; not so good as the dogs that licked Lazarus’ sores, but like flies that are still buzzing upon anything that is raw.—Bacon.
As a resident dresser, it often devolved upon our hero to reason with troublesome patients who offered opposition to the methods of treatment proposed to be adopted in their particular case.
One day an ambulance deposited at the door of the hospital, an Irishman, who had just fallen from a high scaffold, and had been carried thither by the police.