. Der Arzt Freizeitaktivitäten Stunde; Fakten und Phantasien, die von Interesse für den Arzt und seine Patienten;. s Augen Lock up ihr Licht immer. Mit stöhnen und Qualen, und weint. Wie Seele und Sinne hat Sever; weve die gute mans Augenlider in der Nähe gesehen, wie oer Sie Tod haben. So sanft wie eine Rose im Sommer schließt oben seinen schneebedeckten Blütenblatt. Weve, der Vater, bückte sich mit den Jahren gesehen. Auf vielen Sterbebett schmachten, Weve hörte das Schluchzen, und die Tränen die Wangen der Angst-O Genosse meins! Unsere Tage waren ein nie endender Prozess, Weve, unsere Seelen verhungern, und abgenutzt, dünn, mit stetigen Selbstverleugnung. Alte Kollegen! Sie ha

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. The doctor's leisure hour; facts and fancies of interest to the doctor and his patient;. s eyes Lock up their light forever.With groans, and agonies, and cries. As soul and sense did sever;Weve seen the good mans eyelids close, As oer them death did settle.As softly as a summer rose Shuts up its snowy petal. Weve seen the father, stooped with years. On many a deathbed languish, Weve heard the sobs, and seen the tears Stream down the cheeks of anguish —O comrade mine! our days have been A never-ending trial, Weve starved our souls, and worn them thin, With steady self-denial. Old fellow! you have ever stood. My friend in tribulation.And I would give you, if I could, A royal recreation;Alas! Im racked with aches and pains, / And you are getting bony, ^^ And, Billy, little rest remains For you and me, my pony. Aha! a stranger pauses here. With clinking gold beside us, And he would take you, Billy dear. If ducats could divide us;The wretch! he does not understand Exactly where my heart is.Not all the wealth at his command. My Billy-boy, could part us. —James Newton Matthews.. 312 THE DOCTORS LEISURE HOUR THE DOCTORS HORSE HE horse was a colt when he waspurchased with the money paidby the heirs of one of the doc-tors patients, and those were hisdays of fire. At first it wasopined that the horse wouldnever do for the doctor: he wastoo nervous, and his nerves be-yond the reach of the doctors drugs. He shied atevery way-side bush and stone; he ran away severaltimes; he was loath to stand, and many a time thedoctor in those days was forced to rush from thebedside of patients to seize his refractory horseby the bridle and soothe and compel him to quiet.The horse in that untamed youth of his was likea furnace of fierce animal fire; when he was givenrein on a frosty morning the pound of his iron-bound hoofs on the rigid roads cleared them of theslow-plodding country teams. A current as of thevery freedom and invincibility of life seemed topass through the taut reins to the d

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