as in many of these cases they do fail.  The same remark applies to the dyspepsias and constipation which further annoy the patient and embarrass the treatment.  If such a person is by nature emotional she is sure to become more so, for even the firmest women lose self-control at last under incessant feebleness.  Nor is this less true of men; and I have many a time seen soldiers who had ridden boldly with Sheridan or fought gallantly with Grant become, under the influence of painful nerve-wounds, as irritable and hysterically emotional as the veriest girl.  If no rescue comes, the fate of women thus disordered is at last the bed.  They acquire tender spines, and furnish the most lamentable examples of all the strange phenomena of hysteria.

The moral degradation which such cases undergo is pitiable.  I have heard a good deal of the disciplinary usefulness of sickness, and this may well apply to brief and grave, and what I might call wholesome, maladies.  Undoubtedly I have seen a few people who were ennobled by long sickness, but far more often the result is to cultivate self-love and selfishness and to take away by slow degrees the healthful mastery which all human beings should retain over their own emotions and wants.

There is one fatal addition to the weight which tends to destroy women who suffer in the way I have described.  It is the self-sacrificing love and over-careful sympathy of a mother, a sister, or some other devoted relative.  Nothing is more curious, nothing more sad and pitiful, than these partnerships between the sick and selfish and the sound and over-loving.  By slow but sure degrees the healthy life is absorbed by the sick life, in a manner more or less injurious to both, until, sometimes too late for remedy, the growth of the evil is seen by others.  Usually the individual withdrawn from wholesome duties to minister to the caprices of hysterical sensitiveness is the person of a household who feels most for the invalid, and who for this very reason suffers the most.  The patient has pain,—­a tender spine, for example; she is urged to give it rest.  She cannot read; the self-constituted nurse reads to her.  At last light hurts her eyes; the mother or sister remains shut up with her all day in a darkened room.  A draught of air is supposed to do harm, and the doors and windows are closed, and the ingenuity of kindness is taxed to imagine new sources of like trouble, until at last, as I have seen more than once, the window-cracks are stuffed with cotton, the chimney is stopped, and even the keyhole guarded.  It is easy to see where this all leads to:  the nurse falls ill, and a new victim is found.  I have seen an hysterical, anaemic girl kill in this way three generations of nurses.  If you tell the patient she is basely selfish, she is probably amazed, and wonders at your cruelty.  To cure such a case you must morally alter as well as physically amend, and nothing less will answer.  The first step needful is to break up the companionship, and to substitute the firm kindness of a well-trained hired nurse.[12]