had hitherto been the custom, thus throwing me entirely on my own resources for clinical study.
During the summer of 1848 the famine fever was raging in Ireland. Multitudes of emigrants were attacked with fever whilst crossing the ocean, and so many were brought to Blockley that it was difficult to provide accommodation for them, many being laid on beds on the floor. But this terrible epidemic furnished an impressive object-lesson, and I chose this form of typhus as the subject of my graduation thesis, studying in the midst of the poor dying sufferers who crowded the hospital wards. I read my thesis to Dr. Elder, and was greatly encouraged by his hearty approbation.
Trying as my painful residence at Blockley had been both to body and mind, I was conscious of the great gain in medical knowledge and worldly experience which it had afforded. The following journal entry expresses the mixed feelings with which that strange residence was left:—
September 22.—My last evening at Blockley. Here I
sit writing by my first fire. How glad I am, to-morrow,
to-morrow, I go home to my friends! And yet as I
watched the beautiful sunset from my great windows, as
little Mary Ann pays her willing attendance, and all
seems so friendly; as I walked to Dr. Benedict's with
my thesis, and felt the entrancing day and the lovely
country, I almost regretted that I was going to leave.
Heaven guide me! May good spirits ever surround me!
At the end of the summer I gladly returned to
the healthy and hopeful college life at Geneva.
