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LUKE X: 33-35.—‘ But, a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was, and when he saw him, he had compassion \on him. And he went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine; and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him. And on the morrow, when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.”’

What the good Samaritan needed for his patient was a hospital. A hospital is an inn for the sick. ‘The chief hospital of Paris is called The Hotel of God! The Chris- tian churches of the United States are invited to make a public offering to assist in founding in Washington, a new hotel of God, to be called after the name of the late President, The Garfield Memorial Hospital. Inasmuch as hospitals sprang not from paganism, or a paganized infi- _ delity, but from Christianity herself; inasmuch, as up to the time of the Reformation, they were in the hands of the clergy, and attached to monasteries; and inasmuch as our Lord Jesus, the great Physician, came here to take upon Himself our sicknesses, and to counteract these as well as the other results of sin, and inasmuch as this is the true etymological meaning of the word, I have con- cluded as preliminary to the memorial offering of this church, to discuss this topic :

THE HOSPITAL, THE HOTEL OF GOD. I. The Hotel of God should have a personal God in it.


The tendency of scientific discussions, of late, has been toward materialism: toward the theory that mind and matter are one and the same thing; that what we have been accustomed to call the manifestations and qualities of mind, are really the manifestations and qualities of matter ; that there is nothing of man except his earthly nature; and that at death this takes everything with it, down to the earth, where it ends; and that God is no more to man, living or dying, than He 13 to the brutes.

I suppose that no profession has been more affected by these discussions than the medical. It is natural that it should be so. Men of this profession have to do prima- rily and directly with matter. It is customary to ask a man, in some form, when he gives his testimony before a Court of Justice, if he believes in a God, and in a Here- after. ‘This means in God as a Judge, and in a Hereafter as a state of reward and punishment. This is implied in the form in which an oath is administered ; where the Bible, the statutes of God, the Judge of all the earth, and according to which sentence is to be pronounced for the deeds done here in the body, is touched or kissed by the witness, as he swears to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth ; as he brings into his thought, the sanctions of another life. ‘The other day, a witness in the trial of the assassin Guiteau, when asked if he be- lieved in God declined to answer; still later, another one says, that ‘‘all mind is’the result of matter.’’ And 1 think Christian people would be alarmed, if they knew how many Professors and Teachers in Medical Colleges ; how many regular practitioners in their own homes would be embarrassed by such questions. ‘They would hesitate. ‘They would ask questions. ‘They would want


to explain. While some of the noblest Christian gentle- men whom I have ever known, have been physicians ; and while the profession, if prosecuted, as it ought to be, may be one of the most sacred ; dealing as it does with the most intimate relations, and the tenderest and holiest interests of humanity ; candor compels me to say, that there seems to be something in its methods of study, or its code of ethics, which often makes it very perilous for a young man of Christian principles. I make no attempt now to account for it. I have observed the fact.

When a patient goes to a hospital, he goes there in his threefold nature ; body, soul and spirit. Any treatment of him which does not recognize this trichotomy, must of course be superficial. The hospital idea springs from Christianity. God is the great host of this Hotel-Dieu. Every man is our brother-man, and therefore, every man’s bodily ailments being the ailments of sin-stricken hu- manity, awaken our sympathy. We want to be his host, and we want him as our guest ; both of which ideas are in the word hospital. We want to see sickness ministered to. We want to see it alleviated. And yet, except when a patient is confessedly near

** The undiscovered country from whose bourne

No traveller returns,” the offices of Christianity are carefully excluded, as though the time had not come for them, ‘This conveys a false impression as to what these offices are, ‘They are not of- fices of extreme unction. ‘They are curative. The true minister does not come to confess a man, and anoint him with oil. When our noble patient lay at Elberon, he heard stealing in soft melody from an adjoining room, the words,


** Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land: T am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand.” “Is that Crete?’ said he. «*Set the door ajahy some wanted something which had not been administered to him. He wanted the medicine which that faithful soul who so many years before, holding him by the hand had said, *‘ until death us do part,’’ was administering to her- ‘self, as she waited there without, saying: “It may be that the Lord will be gracious unto me, and that my hus- band shall live.”’

Now, I say, every man, whether he is conscious of it or not, in his sickness, in his sorrows, needs just such ministrations. And where should he have them more than in the Hotel of God ? They should be made wisely, tenderly, judiciously. In ordinary circumstances, they ought to be a part of the regimen of the place; not ex- ceptional things. And unless the physician himself will so far rise to the sacred dignity of his office—and many a noble man has done it—as to take upon himself the duty of «speaking a word in season to him that is weary,” no man is more suitable for this, than his own chosen pastor ; the man whom he has heard, so many times, speak and pray in the great Congregation. Ministering to the inner man always reacts upon the outer man. Da- vid wanted a draught of the water from the well of his childhood. Many an adult in his sickness, is ready for the God of his childhood. I say, that for the healing of this man’s body, whose highest and most imperial part is not body but mind ; is not sense, but spirit ; ministra- tions are needful, which are addressed to the spiritual


nature, It is a defective philosophy which thinks any- thing else. And yet, my observation leads me to say, that the law, the ordinary rule with the medical profes- sion, is to exclude spiritual ministrations, so long as there is any hope of saving the patient from physical death. If I an? wrong, I would like to be set right.

Medical men are to-day asking for the help of Chris- tians, in the sanctuary of God, for the founding of a Hospital. For once they must let us speak our mind. I do not know as any one else feels'as 1 do about the way in which the nation’s great patient was sequestered from Christian ministrations. He had been a Christian minis- ter. He was a regular communicant in a Christian church. So long as he lay in this city, his pastor called to inquire after him daily. In one instance, a Christian friend of his earlier days, came hundreds of miles to see him. And, yet, I suppose it to be historically true, that during those eighty-two days and nights; days and nights, when he was thrice waited upon by his corps of medical attendants ; when his pulse and temperature and respiration were made matter of record; when hour after hour was devoted to probings and cleansings and in- cisions, it never occurred to these men, who, in the pres- ence of the nation and of the world, held his life in their hands; and for whose life the nation and the world were praying ; to suggest, or prepare the way for, a little of the ministry of God’s grace, which comes to the human spirit, like rain upon the mow grass, and like showers that water the earth. JI should feel a great deal more confident that the great sufferer had had everything done for him that could wisely and safely have been done, had it been true, that instead of making comparative estimates


of the relative value of whiskey and prayer, they had hushed their own hearts as before God, in the presence of their patient, and humbly asked Him to guide them, as they groped about in their bewilderment. I do not know why a surgeon’s probe may not be guided of God, as much as anything else.

So far as sickness is the penalty of sin; so far as it is the chastening of a Father’s sand, who would bring the sick back to Himself; so far as it is His messenger sent to recall the sick one from earth to Heaven, all of which we are taught in the Bible,—every one can see, the inti- mate relation between it, and the ministrations of Chris- tianity. Right here, by the cot of the sick man may be the gateway of Heaven. It is to be remembered, that in the Hospital, a much larger proportion of patients are sick with a sickness that is unto death, than in private practice. Sir James Simpson, in his paper on Hospit- alism,’’ gives us the average mortality from amputations, in English Hospitals, as ranging from 366 to 473 in the thousand ; while the death-rate in private practice, is only 108 to the thousand. Baron Meydell, chief of the sanitary department of St. Petersburg, has shown that in the great lyinz-in hospitals of Russia, the highest death- rate, is from 30 to 4o in the thousand; while in the homes of the poorest and most wretched of the people, only 5 cases in one thousand are fatal. Of course, these facts are variously accounted for. We have to do with them here merely as facts. The larger the proportion of fatal sicknesses, the more the need of spiritual consolation and guidance. If more people die in the hospital than elsewhere, so much the more need of the ministry of reli- gion there.


- The very method which the Garfield Hospital Com- mittee adopt to secure funds, reminds us that the hospital- idea is the offspring of Christian Charity ; of charity in the name, and for the sake of our common humanity ; .of charity in the name, and for the sake, of Him, who took our sicknesses upon Himself; and who delights to come into personal relations to men, as their great Physician. There is no experience in which the creatures of God are more likely to recognize His voice, who says, « Behold, I stand at the door and. knock,” than in sickness; es- pecially when the shadows of the night seem impending: Here is the opportunity to reclaim those who some time have been afar off; to recover the wanderer; and to bring a man under the power of the world to come. The whole theory, that the ministrations of religion are needed, only when the physicians can do no more, is false and pagan! It puts upon Christianity something which she reluctantly undertakes; when the last threads of life are unraveling; when the body is wasted, and the mind enfeebled ; to plume the spirit’s flight for Heaven! We believe the late President had long ago made his peace with God. But, if it had been otherwise, how differently would his case have been managed? Medical men too often regard and treat Christian ministers as a kind of ghostly scarecrow, sure to create consternation in their patients; sure to suggest the probability of a fatal issue of their disease. And I say, there should be in every hospital, daily religious ministrations. ‘They should be provided. for, in the interest of. the good cheer of the patients. There should be an hour of prayer. And along the halls and corridors, wafted on the morning or evening air, should. go the voice of sacred melody. _ I remember


the case of a patient, whose life seemed to hang as upon a thread, who found the sweetest comfort in hear- ing from an adjoining room, the melody and words so aptly joined together :

‘* Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly,

While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high.”

Nearer and dearer, and more healing than the form of faithful physician, or mother, or sister, or husband, appeared to her the form of One, who came, walking on the troubled waters, saying, ‘It is I, be not afraid !”’

II. The Hotel of God should be located where the God of Nature can minister of His healing things to the inva- lid. We talk about monumental hospitals. In one sense, a monumental hospital, is an abomination. ‘The monu- mental part is devoted to art and not to use. Itisa tomb, instead of a hotel of God ; a Bethesda, a house of Mercy. A hospital ought not to be in mid-city ; where the patient never can see the sunrise and the sunset, which the Great Artist puts freshly upon canvas to comfort His sick creatures; never can smell the sweet bloom of trees and of clover, and the fragrance of the newly-mown grass. And as to sounds, it is enough to make a well man crazy, to be obliged to listen to sounds, which come up, now from street and then from alley ; of the ash-man and the swill-man, of the oyster-man and the huckster, each one with his distinctive melodious cry. If we had any government here, either civil or sanitary, more of these cries would be stopped. A hospital,a hotel of God, ought to be, not where man speaks of wear, and tear and


excitement, and waste ; but, where God speaks of peace and rest ; of health and strength, and renewal. We have a proverb, that «God made the country, and man made the town.”’ And oh! the difference between man-made Washington, as it was in mid-summer, and the cooler air, and the lulling sounds of God-made Elberon! ‘There is no picture sweeter to me, than the scene, when the weary- hearted, eager-eyed patient of the nation, looked off upon the great Ocean, as the possible physician ofa diviner school whom he had so long needed ; as if it might bring him healing ministries, as it brought him kind wishes from every quarter of the globe; and then having looked in vain :

# gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.”

With him, it was all too late. But, what weeks of in- tensified suffering might he have escaped; ay, what renewed and prolonged powers of resistance might he have laid up, if his place of sickness had been, where, instead of artificial air pumped into his sick chamber, as though he were living in some hostile element, he could have been fanned by Nature’s own balmy wings; he could have had. her bring newly-compounded air from her own fresh laboratory.

The White House is a typical monumental hospital ; if it might not be called, like most of the Governmental structures here, a typical monumental tomb. There is scarcely one of them, which might not be inscribed: «He who enters here, leaves health behind !’’ Add to it, the flats in its vicinity, which during the summer months, the South wind sweeps, to gather up, and waft into its win- dows seeds of malaria, and the picture of unfavorable


conditions for a man struggling against disease, is very nearly as perfect, as any monumental city hospital can make it.

On the subject of locality and site, I quote the follow- ing from the Encyclopedia Brittanica, in an article by Dr. F. De Chaumont, Professor of Hygiene, Royal Army Medical School, Netley ; my medical authority in this discourse: He says, *‘ Formerly, the greater difficulty of locomotion made it necessary, that hospitals should be actually in the midst of towns and cities; and to some extent, this continues to prevail. Fresh and pure air being a prime necessity, as well as a considerable amount of space of actual area in proportion to popula- tion, it would certainly appear to be better to place hos- pitals as much in the outskirts, as is consistent with con- siderations of usefulness and convenience. In short, the best site would be open fields. But, if that be impracti- cable, a large space, a sanitary zone, as it is called by Tollet, should be kept permanently free from between them and surrounding buildings; certainly, never less than double the height of the highest building. The difference betwen the purchase of land in a town, and in the environs is generally considerable. And this is, therefore, an additional reason for choosing a suburban locality. Even with existing hospitals, it would be, in most cases pecuniarily advantagous to dispose of the present building and site, and retain only a receiving house-in town. St. Thomas’ in London, the Hotel-Dieu in Paris, the Royal Infirmary in Manchester, are all good examples, where this might have been carried out. In none, however, has this been done : the first two having been rebuilt at enormous outlay, in the cities as before,


although in not exactly the same locality ; while the last is still retained with a few structural alterations. In Edinburg, on the other hand, an open space, of a much’ more favorable character has been obtained, which although within the limits of the city, is almost rural in character,”’

This shows us the common-sense drift of modern pro- fessional thought upon the sites of hospitals. It is good philosophy as well as common sense. It seems to me, that sanitary science has been more thoroughly applied to the construction of jails and penitentiaries than to hos- pitals; that hospitals have been located more with refer- ence to the convenience of getting to them, than with reference to the health of patients confined there for treatment. And I can not conceive of any practical irony upon the subject more severe, than a comparison of the quarters of such a creature as Guiteau, and the quar- ters that are furnished to patients in some of our city hospitals.

You and I know the difference between city-life and country-life, when we seek the restoration of our wasted energies, in the summer time. And if there is this differ- ence to the well-man how much greater to the sick-man. You go to the State of Massachusetts, and you will find the Penitentiary located in the midst of a sandy, pine- region, in the vicinity of that old Concord, where Haw- thorne and Emerson have passed their quiet philosophic lives. I turn back to this article of Dr. Chaumont, and read as follows: «As regards the actual site itself, where circumstances will admit of choice, a dry, gravelly, or sandy soil should be selected.” Think of it, for it is no picture of the imagination: while the inmates of


hospitals and asylums in and around our great cities are too many of them sweltering with heat, and tormented by flies and mosquitoes; the inmates of Massachusetts State’s Prison are fanned by cooling breezes, which have come laden with the fragrance of pine, and the breath of meadow-lands ; or from the summit of Monad- nock, where he stands, as Emerson describes him :

‘In his own loom’s garment drest, By God’s proper beauty blest ;

Who cools the present’s fiery glow ; Sets the life-pulse strong but slow ; Bitter winds and fasts austere

His quarantines and grottoes, where He slowly cures decrepit flesh,

And brings it infantile and fresh.”

The conception of a monumental hospital, is that of putting solid masonry into a useful structure, instead of a massive shaft or mausoleum. ‘The Washington monu- ment, when completed will have material enough for the construction of many monumental hospitals. And the people, who see in Niagara, only so much water-power dashing down in idleness, when it should be turning water-wheels and looms and spindles, will doubtless say of this shaft, when completed: Wherefore this waste ? These great blocks of marble might have been put to a better use. They might have formed the walls of some vast eleemosynary institution.” But, it is to be remem- bered, that in the spirit of the Master, who allowed what Judas called an extravagant outlay to be expended upon His person, because it was an expression of love, there are things which can be expressed only by what can be put to no other use, but expression. Let the world see


that America has that sense of gratitude to the Father of his Country, that she erects the highest shaft in the round world, of the whitest material, which the bosom of earth can yield, not to cover the heads of invalids and imbe- ciles, noble as this would be, but simply and solely to show her love. ‘Take President Garfield’s own words at the dedication of the Soldier’s Monument in Painesville, 1880: «This is what your monument means, By the subtle chemistry, that no man knows, all the blood that was shed by your brethren ; all the lives that were devo- ted ; all the grief that was felt ; at last crystalized itself into granite, rendered immortal the great truth for which they died; and it stands there, to-day, and that is what it means.’’ Oneof the elements in sucha monument, if I may so speak, is its uselessness for anything else, except to open its stony lips in praise of self-sacrifice and death for one’s country’s sake., It uplifts its massive front, it bears aloft its proud proportions for this, to speak to the living of the dead, and of that for which they died.

Just so far as the monumental idea in a memorial hos- pital, predominates, the hygienic and sanitary idea is in danger of being sacrificed. As a monument, the Smith- sonian Institution is a success, It cost $325,000. In itself considered, the structure does very little to “in- crease and diffuse knowledge among men:”’ the object of James Smithson’s bequest. ‘This illustrates one of the perils of trying to combine the monumental with the utilitarian idea. If the Garfield- Memorial Hospital is to be a true hotel of God, in the sense that God’s ministries in Nature shall be sacredly sought, it must be located with- out the city’s limits; it must be made up, not of massive stone or brick structures, whose towering proportions


shall proclaim the name of the illustrious dead, but of pavilion-like structures, through which the kind breezes of Heaven may play, and where the blessed light of the sun can fall. Ventilation is the grand thing needed ina hospital. It can be found, if it is not bricked-out ; if it is not sacrified to the conceit of some architect, who is thinking more of how the structure he makes will look to the eye, than how it will work for the purposes for which it is designed.

Ill, This Hotel of God, this structure, this institution, put up in the name of God, and in the love of God, and the love of man, must have in it heroic Christian nurses ; nurses, who are the temple of the Holy Ghost. I come here, to what I regard the most important thought of all. You can get along with irreverent and rough professional men; they are about only for a time; you can get along with structures, which seemed fitted, by locality, and ill- construction, to preclude the possibility of re¢overy; if you have within, nurses, who are christian heroines ; who know how to be tender and brave and true!

We hear a great deal about the heroine of the battle- field ; of facing death, when he flashes in the sabre-cut, or when he whirls through the air in the rifle-ball; or when he mutters in the deep thunders of the battery. But, I think there is quite as much heroism in the hos- pital; and it is largely woman’s heroism. ‘The battle is over; the surgeon’s bloody work is done. Now, comes the fight for life. In this battle it is not, as in the other ; as Horace has it, a rushing together, and then, glorious victory, or speedy death. Here is where death makes another stand. He sends in his white-flag, only that we may retreat to a field, where he has other forces in am-


_buscade. And the calendar of this fight extends over days and weeks and months ; days, every hour of which, from early morning till midnight, from midnight till early morning is full of vigils, and cares and patient ministries. When you speak of such women as Flora Nightingale and Sister Dora, you speak of the heroines among women. Says our own Longfellow:

‘Lo! in that house of misery A lady with a lamp I see,

Pass through the glimmering gloom ;

And flit from room to room. And, slow, as in a dream of bliss, The speechless suff’rer turns to kiss

Her shadow, as it falls

Upon the darkening walls.

As if a door in Heaven should be Opened, and then closed suddenly,

The vision came and went,

The light shone and was spent. On England’s annals, through the long Hereafter of her speech and song,

That light its rays shall cast

From the portals of the past.

A lady with a lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood. Nor, even shall be wanting there, The palm, the lily, and the spear, The symbols that of yore Saint Filomena bore.”

_ Sister Dora, whose life has been written and published in the Seaside Library, was the daughter of a Devonshire minister ; a Protestant Christian ; who laid a great, noble


nature ; wonderful powers of physical endurance ; won- derful varities of mental moods and mental gifts ; who laid all her tender affections, all her womanly hopes upon the altar of Hospital Service, among rude men and women ; workers in the ‘foundry and the mine; outcasts, whose sins had come to blossom in the wreck and ruin of their bodies ; all for Christ’s sake, and humanity’s sake. ‘The man or the woman, is to be pitied who can read this little ten-cent book, without feeling, that this daughter of a Christian country-minister voluntarily trod pathways of thorns and tears, such as scarcely another mortal ever chose for herself; and did it so cheerfully and bravely, that her name deserves to be written high among the names that humanity will never let die. Here was no War of the Crimea, or the Rebellion, upon which to expend one’s enthusiasm, or through which to win one’s fame: but, only the dark, hidden places of England’s poverty and sin; her every-day poverty and sin,

If you would know the kind of woman she was, let me show you how she taught her nurses: ‘She spoke unre- servedly to them upon the absolute necessity of constant private prayer ; and expressed openly her own strong con- viction, that no blessing could attend the Hospital, unless

“those who worked in it fulfilled their duty in this respect.” To a friend who was engaging a servant (not a nurse) for her hospital, she said: «tell her this is not an ordinary house, or even a hospital. I want her to understand that all who serve here, in whatever capacity, ought to have one rule, love for God ; and then, I need not say love for their work. I wish we could use, and really mean, Maison-Dieu:” the house of God !

How did she perform her own work? ‘It is literally


true,’’ says her biographer, “that she never touched a wound, without lifting up her heart to the Giver of all virtue, and asking that healing might be conveyed through her means ; that she never set a fracture, without a prayer, that through her instrumentality, the limb might unite. As she attended upon the surgeons during an operation ; the most absorbing and anxious of a nurse’s duties ; where the patient’s life must often, humanly speaking, depend on readiness of eye, and instantaneous comprehension of the slightest sign on the part of the operating surgeon, and in intelligent obedience to his orders ; she seemed able to separate her bodily and intellectual, from her spiritual powers; which were engaged in holding communion with that Being in whose hands are the issues of life and of death.”

Here was a woman who sought the most dangerous places; who stood in the imminent, deadly breach, where sin and death were threatening humanity ; who was a mother to motherless babes; who in her midnight classes was a sister to her forsaken sisters ; who was the strong staff of hope and courage, on which leaned disa- bled manhood; who, when she thought her patients abused, stood for them “like retributive justice person- ified ;’’ and who, when one of her surgeons laughed at the little superstitious monograms found on the person of an Irish sailor, turned upon him with the question, if he had anything better to give him in exchange ; or was his religion, which taught him to scoff at another’s, better and more child-like than his own, likely to be of any ser- vice to a sick man ; who was full of wit and playful irony, which often braced up her patients, like a tonic ; and who always waited for the right time to come, and then put in


some tender words for her Master; who walked among” her wards of sick ones, as though they were porches of Bethesda, where the sinful were waiting for the moving of ~ the waters. .

This President Garfield of ours, to whom we propose to erect a hospital, was a man, who followed ideals; who created for himself the highest and best models, and then worked up to them. It will not do for his fellow-citizens ' who, at the focus of the Nation’s Life, are about to put up a memorial to his memory, to stop short of the best ! And, inasmuch as those who have this enterprise in charge ask Christian people, all over the land, to put it among such causes, as Foreign Missions and Home Missions; to bring their gifts for it to God’s altar ; it is nothing more than all Christians should unitedly ask, that there be as little of alchohol and opium treatment as possible ; that not only what is best in the way of professional science be brought to it, but, also, what is best in the way of Christian character. If there be a Sister Dora in Amer- ica; ay, if there be a Sister Dora under the light of day, in any land; if there be a heroic woman, who will work the best years of a high and holy Christian womanhood into this enterprise, and leave upon it her image and. superscription, let her be sought and found. |

In order to be true to its origin and design, namely, to perpetuate the love of a great, free Christian Republic, for one of her most consummate products, a great, free, Christian statesman; this. Hospital must be founded on the most generous and literal Christian platform. While Christianity should be there in its truest, sweetest spirit ; in the professional gentlemen, who preside over it: in the nurses, who minister as angels of mercy at the bedside,


and who watch out the midnight vigils, and tire out the persistance of disease and invalidism ; and in the very servants, who wait at the gates, and who are swift-footed on their errands of mercy; still, not denominational Christianity, at all. While the God of Nature should be there ; while this Hospital should be conspicuous for being embosomed amid the most attractive scenery ; looking off from afar on Capitol dome and flowing river, _ and city towers ; while the fragrance of flowers should go wafted into open windows, and the greenness and bloom of floral life should every where greet the languid eye ; the God of Nature should not be there to the exclusion of the God of Grace: of the God in Christ Jesus, recon- ciling the world unto Himself.

This Hospital, also, must be on the most kindly and generous medical basis. If Bourbonism in religion will not do in it, no more will Bourbonism in medicine ; or in medical ethics. It is too late in the world’s history for a medical school to claim that wisdom will die with it. If it make this claim, wisdom is already dead. It is too late in the world’s history for a medical organi- zation to ignore an educated man, because he is colored ; to deny fellowship with skill in treating disease, because it is evinced by a woman. Men, who believe in different schools of practice are invited to bring their offering in the name of President Garfield. If they should ever chance to be treated as patients in this Hospital, let it never be said, that they were compelled to die, or accept treatment against which their tastes and traditions revolted. Let their rights and wishes be respected here. And if this Sister Dora, so much a desideratum, should happen


to be a woman-doctor, as was President Garfield’s faithful nurse, then so much the better for the Institution.

There is another suggestion, which Christian people have a right to make. It is that the clinics of the Insti- tution may be upon some other day than Sunday. ‘The patients need the Lord’s Day ; the nurses need the Lord’s Day ; God blesses the observance of His Day. And, it is a shame to make it impossible for Christian young men to get the advantage of these clinical lectures, without foregoing the custom of regular Lord’s Day attendance. I know the plea, that professional gentlemen give their time and services for hospital work, and therefore, they must select the days and hours, which are most convenient to them. Will they give only what costs them nothing? They do not give the time, which belongs to the Lord, and to the sanctuary, without taking it from Him. And it is worth the while of professional gentlemen, who are really Christians, to consider whether they can afford to widen the breach, which there has come to be, between Religion and Medical Science, as some men teach it, by desecrating holy time; by devoting to clinical lectures, time which the Lord has set apart for their own spirit- ual culture ; and for that of their pupils and their patients. If the hospital is the Hotel of God, the House of God, let it appear that there is no schism between the House of God for the sick, and the House of God for the well ; that the bells which call well-people to praise Him, do not call the conductors of hospitals to throw open their wards to the secular study of disease, Let us have com- passion upon the souls of men, as well as their bodies ; upon our own souls as well as theirs,

This discussion has led me to traverse ground not


usually trenched upon in the sanctuary. But, I trust I have not departed from the proprieties of the occasion, I could say much more ; I was unwilling to say any less. I should be glad to see the proudest monument, as such, erected to the memory of President Garfield. But the less a monument this Hospital shall be outwardly, the more fitting for its uses ; the more honorable to the mem- ory of the dead. If it shall be true, that such an Insti- tution shall be founded, as shall be worthy of this inscription: ‘Sacred to the name and memory of the nation’s noble, patient, heroic sufferer, President James Abram Garfield ; who went without stain, from the lowest place to the highest; who died known, honored and lamented of all the world ; a true Maison-Dieu: a home for the’ homeless, who are sick. Here shall they find wise counsel and kind and skillful treatment; cheerful and cheering words; pure and sweet air ; the songs of Nature and the songs of Grace. If they live, they shall come forth, as gold tried in the fire, better fitted to live. And if they die, this place shall be to them, as the gate of Heaven,”

Assisting to found such an Institution ; and minister- ing at such a place, and in such a spirit, from highest official to humblest servant, it shall seem that God, the true Founder, is saying: “Take care of them. And when I come again, I will repay you.”

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