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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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he vital spark was not so easily quenched. Together they visitedMallorca; together they left it. A little more time was given tohim; more melody, wild, inexpressibly melancholy, came from him ;and then for him, too, the swan song had been uttered, the silvercord was loosened. I could have remained here for hours, plunged in delicious reverie.I did remain so long that at last the doctor grew impatient, anddeclared he would go off without me. To him George Sand wasnothing, and Chopin was a mere dreamer of dreams. He was outof tune with them; had no sympathy to give to them. The bentof his mind is strong and practical, as behoves one whose mission inlife is to minister the healing art. Therein he excels, and the doers Letters from Majorca. 301 of this world are never the dreamers. A dreamer may give youa theory ; he will not be the one to put it into practice. Chacuna son metier. He who wields the surgeons knife must have hisnerves under control; reason and judgment must go hand in hand.
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Interior of^ Palma Caih^dral, iRo.a bouxH-WEsx Angle. Imagination is for others. All the quahfications necessary to his pro-fession the doctor is gifted with. He is in his work heart and soul.Indeed, he now and then indulges me wich a graphic description ofsome past and peculiar case. He shows me what might have beendone that would have proved fatal; what was done that restored 302 Letters from Majorca. health. You would think he was relating some beautiful love story,or touching romance. His tones linger lovingly over details that setme creeping and quivering from head to foot. He has no idea ofthis ; and when he suddenly turns and sees a white face and horror-stricken eyes, he merely says : I think the heat is beginning to betoo much for you. But of such stuff as this are doctors made : men, I mean, born totheir work ; who rise eventually to the height of their ambition—asDr. Fitzgilbert will rise some day, if he only possesses ambition, andtime should be given to him. But for thi

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