ISBN: 9781236759634

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 26 pages. Dimensions: 9.8in. x 7.6in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… More...

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 26 pages. Dimensions: 9.8in. x 7.6in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: . . . disease is to remain perfectly passive in mind when first coming under treatment. A treatment that begins by endeavouring to secure a patients confidence is a humbugging affair; but a treatment that ends by the establishment of a patients faith by relief of his sufferings is one that aims at a natural sequence of events. The best thing a doctor can do to a patient who enters his study in a querulous and suspect ing frame of mind, both for his own and his patients benefit, is to show them the hall-door, or, as the French would say, dormer la clef des eramps. A seriousness and determination to get cured is almost as necessary as an equally serious determination on the doctors part to effect a cure. In the complaints of women, but particularly in uterine cancers, the need for complete passiveness of mind in the commencement of treatment must be insisted upon. Cancer complaints of all varieties and in every situation seem to feed upon depressing emotions. Equally true is it that half our sorrows are self-inflicted, and therefore ought to be carefully guarded against. In the first edition of this work I brought forward a case of undoubted cancer of the womb; it was one in which the husband introduced the case to me in this letter: -- 24-2-99. DEAR SIR, --Having heard through Mr. M. of your treatment of his disease, I venture to write concerning my wife, who is suffering from cancer of the womb. Three years ago we thought she was suffering from change of life. She was examined by Dr. B. of this town, and he told her there was nothing the matter, only change of life, but that the left lip of the womb was swollen. It has been going on like this ever since until last November, when she was examined by Dr. J. and. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub, RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 44 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: . . . tut! you naughty boy With the ball! for shame! and then, You boy with the bat, whack him over the head If he calls you that again! The kind old man--the mild old man--Who gazed on the boys at play, Dreaming, perchance, of his own wild youth When he was as tough as they! A SCRAWL IWANT to sing something--but this is all--I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull As though they were damp, and the echoes fall Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn to say--They will not walk as I want them to, But they stumble and fall in the path of the way Of my telling my love for you. Simply take what the scrawl is worth--Knowing I love you as sun the sod On the ripening side of the great round earth That swings in the smile of God. AWAY ICAN not say, and I will not say That he is dead. --He is just away! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you--O you, who the wildest yearn For the old-time step and the glad return, --Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here; And loyal still, as he gave the blows Of his warrior-strength to his countrys foes. --. Mild and gentle, as he was brave, --When the sweetest love of his life he gave To simple things: --Where the violets grew Blue as the eyes they were likened to, The touches of his hands have strayed As reverently as his lips have prayed: When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred Was dear to him as the mocking-bird; And he pitied as much as a man in pain A writhing honey-bee wet with rain. --Think of him still as the same, I say: He is not dead--he is just away! A MONUMENT FOR THE SOLDIERS AMONUMENT for the Soldiers! And what. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<

ISBN: 9781236759634

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 44 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… More...

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 44 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: . . . tut! you naughty boy With the ball! for shame! and then, You boy with the bat, whack him over the head If he calls you that again! The kind old man--the mild old man--Who gazed on the boys at play, Dreaming, perchance, of his own wild youth When he was as tough as they! A SCRAWL IWANT to sing something--but this is all--I try and I try, but the rhymes are dull As though they were damp, and the echoes fall Limp and unlovable. Words will not say what I yearn to say--They will not walk as I want them to, But they stumble and fall in the path of the way Of my telling my love for you. Simply take what the scrawl is worth--Knowing I love you as sun the sod On the ripening side of the great round earth That swings in the smile of God. AWAY ICAN not say, and I will not say That he is dead. --He is just away! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand, He has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since he lingers there. And you--O you, who the wildest yearn For the old-time step and the glad return, --Think of him faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here; And loyal still, as he gave the blows Of his warrior-strength to his countrys foes. --. Mild and gentle, as he was brave, --When the sweetest love of his life he gave To simple things: --Where the violets grew Blue as the eyes they were likened to, The touches of his hands have strayed As reverently as his lips have prayed: When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred Was dear to him as the mocking-bird; And he pitied as much as a man in pain A writhing honey-bee wet with rain. --Think of him still as the same, I say: He is not dead--he is just away! A MONUMENT FOR THE SOLDIERS AMONUMENT for the Soldiers! And what. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<