Dr. North and His Friends, Volume 6

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Century Company, 1900 - American fiction - 499 pages
A prominent physician, this author was well known in his day for introducing the "rest cure" for nervous diseases including hysteria. In this cure, patients were treated in isolation, confined to bed, and underwent prescribed diet and massage. In addition to his medical practice, this author was also a well-known writer in the genre of medical drama. This particular novel is semi-autobiographical.
 

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Page 10 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauty see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 257 - Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 482 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Page 370 - THE OLD SONG A new song should be sweetly sung, It goes but to the ear ; A new song should be sweetly sung, For it touches no one near : But an old song may be roughly sung; The ear forgets its art, As comes upon the rudest tongue, The tribute to the heart. A new song should be sweetly sung, For memory gilds it not ; It brings not back the strains that rung Through childhood's sunny cot.
Page 226 - , son and heir to the lord of that name. They had been the night before at supper. I know not where, together ; where Mr. Goring spake something in diminution of my Lord Weston, which my Lord Fielding told him it could not become him to suffer, lying by the side of his sister. Thereupon...
Page 227 - Piccadillia-hall, lest if mischance befall me, and be suddenly noised (as it falleth out in these occasions now between us) you might receive some harm by some of my friends that lodge thereabouts." "My Lord (replyes Goring) I have no way but one to answer this courtesie : I have here by chance in my Pocket a Warrent to pass the Ports out of England, without a Name (gotten, I suppose, upon some other occasion before). If you leave me here, take it for your use, and put it in your own name.
Page 95 - Let me say something, Mr. Le Clerc," said I. " This is an exhibition of so-called telepathy in its simplest form. Suppose we admit its truth. What one man can do must represent a power possessed in some degree by all men. It may be small in most men, or in abeyance. It must be in the mass of men a quality, a capacity, on the way to fuller development. All our abilities, all sensual perceptivity, must have gone through endless ranges of acuteness, and always, in their evolution, certain persons must...
Page 428 - As that which makes men prefer their Duty and their Promise, before their Passions, or their Interest; and is properly the object of Trust. In our Language, it goes rather by the name of Honesty; though what we call an honest man, the Romans called a good man; and honesty in their Language, as well as in French, rather signifies a composition of those qualities which generally acquire honour...
Page 370 - It brings not back the strains that rung Through childhood's sunny cot. But an old song may be roughly sung, It tells of days of glee, When the boy to his mother clung, Or danced on his father's knee. On tented fields 'tis welcome still ; Tis sweet in the stormy sea ; In forest wild, on rocky hill, And away on the prairie lea.
Page 75 - WHAT gracious nunnery of grief is here ! One woman garbed in sorrow's every mood; Each sad presentment celled apart, in fear Lest that herself upon herself intrude And break some tender dream of sorrow's day, Here cloistered lonely, set in marble gray.

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