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      CHAPTER VII.

       HOSPITAL SKETCHES.

       Table of Contents

      THOREAU'S FLUTE.

      We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead;

       His pipe hangs mute beside the river

       Around it wistful sunbeams quiver,

       But Music's airy voice is fled.

       Spring mourns as for untimely frost;

       The bluebird chants a requiem;

       The willow-blossom waits for him;–

       The Genius of the wood is lost."

      Then from the flute, untouched by hands,

       There came a low, harmonious breath:

       "For such as he there is no death;–

       His life the eternal life commands;

       Above man's aims his nature rose.

       The wisdom of a just content

       Made one small spot a continent,

       And tuned to poetry life's prose.

      "Haunting the hills, the stream, the wild,

       Swallow and aster, lake and pine,

       To him grew human or divine,–

       Fit mates for this large-hearted child.

       Such homage Nature ne'er forgets,

       And yearly on the coverlid

       'Neath which her darling lieth hid

       Will write his name in violets.

      "To him no vain regrets belong

       Whose soul, that finer instrument,

       Gave to the world no poor lament,

       But wood-notes ever sweet and strong.

       O lonely friend! he still will be

       A potent presence, though unseen,–

       Steadfast, sagacious, and serene;

       Seek not for him–he is with thee."

      MISS ALCOTT could not help feeling deeply the excitement of the hour when the war broke out. Her father had been one of the earliest Abolitionists, having joined the Antislavery Society with Garrison, and she well remembered the fugitive slave whom her mother had hidden in the oven. Now this feeling could be united with her patriotic zeal and her strong love of active life, and it was inevitable that she should long to share personally in the dangers and excitement of the war.

      Louisa had always been the nurse in the family, and had by nature the magnetic power which encourages and helps the feeble and suffering; therefore, since no other way of serving the cause opened to her, it was most like her to take her own life in her hands and join the corps of devoted nurses. She was accepted, and went to Washington. Her journal gives an account of her situation in the Union Hospital at Georgetown. It was a small hospital, much inferior in its appointments to those which were afterward arranged. Although Louisa had never been very ill up to that time, and thought herself exceptionally strong, yet she had not the rugged constitution fit to bear the labors and exposures of such a position; and the healthful habits of outdoor life and simple food to which she had always been accustomed made the conditions of the crowded, ill-ventilated hospital peculiarly perilous to her. She says, "I was never ill before this time, and never well afterward."

      But with all its hardships, Miss Alcott found in the hospital the varied and intense human life she had longed to know. Her great heart went out to all the men, black or white, the Virginia blacksmith and the rough Michigander. She even tried to befriend the one solitary rebel who had got left behind, and who was taken into the hospital to the disgust of some of the men; but he was impervious to all kindness, and she could find nothing in him for sympathy or romance to fasten upon.

      Miss Alcott remained in the hospital only about six weeks. Yet this short period had a very strong influence, both for good and evil, on her future life. The severe attack of fever which drove her from her post left her with shattered nerves and weakened constitution, and she never again knew the fulness of life and health which she had before. The chamber in her quiet home at Concord was evermore haunted by the fearful visions of delirium, and she could not regain there the peace she needed for work. But the experience of life, the observation of men under the excitement of war, the way in which they met the great conqueror Death, the revelations of heroism and love, and sometimes of bitterness and hate, brought her a deeper insight into human life than she ever had before, and gave to her writings greater reality.

      Louisa constantly wrote to the family of her experiences, and these letters were so interesting that she was persuaded to publish them in the "Commonwealth" newspaper. They attracted great attention, and first made her widely and favorably known to a higher public than that which had read her stories.

      These letters were published by James Redpath in book form, and Miss Alcott received $200 for the book,–a welcome sum to her at that time. The sketches are almost a literal reproduction of СКАЧАТЬ