The smells were as nauseating, the sights as repulsive, the sounds of misery as saddening as the day when she first set foot inside the hospital.
From throbbing heart to dainty finger-tip, every fiber in her maidenly body was in active rebellion while she ministered to the rough and coarse men who formed the bulk of the patients, and whose afflictions she could not help knowing were too frequently the direct result of their own sins and willful disobedience of Nature's laws.
One day, when flushed and wearied with the peevish exactions of a hulking fellow whose indisposition was trifling, she said to Dr.
Denslow: "It is distressing to find out how much unmanliness there is in apparently manly men." "Yes," answered the doctor, with his customary calm philosophy; "and it is equally gratifying to find out how much real manliness there is in some apparently unmanly men.

You have been having an experience with some brawny subject ?" "Yes.

If the fellow's spirit were equal to his bone and brawn, he would o'ertop, Julius Caesar.

Instead, he whimpers like a school-girl." "That's about the way it usually goes.

It may be that my views are colored by my lacking three or four inches of six feet, but I am sometimes strongly inclined to believe that every man--big or little--is given about the same amount of will or vital power, and the bigger and more lumbering the body he has to move with it, the less he accomplishes, and the sooner it is exhausted.