f the fever.

But the evidence that milk did not hurt her, lay, after all, in the
indisputable fact that she improved as soon as she began to use it, and
under its moderate and judicious exhibition entirely recovered her
health. Observe, however, that I do not say it cured her; although I
might make this affirmation with as much confidence as can justly exist
with regard to any thing belonging to the _materia medica_. All I say
is, that after having hung in suspense for some time, neither growing
better nor appearing likely to do so, she commenced the use of the milk
as aforesaid; and almost as soon as she began to use it she began to be
convalescent, and her improvement went on steadily, till it terminated
in sound health.

And yet our good friends, up and down the country, who uttered so many
jeremiades about the folly of giving milk to a little girl in a fever,
lived to witness her complete recovery, notwithstanding. She is now a
mother in our New England Israel, and I believe a very healthy one.

Whether I would venture to pursue exactly the same course in the same
circumstances, were I to live my life over again, is not quite certain.
And yet I certainly think it not only safe, but desirable in such cases,
to do something. Why, I have occasionally, in circumstances of
convalescence from fever, given things which, in themselves considered,
are much more objectionable than a little milk, and with the most
perfect success. I have even given pork, cabbage, cheese, and beans. It
is true, I have been compelled to exercise a good deal of care in these
cases, with regard to quantity. That which in the quantity of half a
pound might destroy life, might in the quantity of half an ounce, be the
one thing needful to the salvation, physically, of a valuable member of
society.

A man in New Haven County, in Connecticut, some fifty years ago, was for
a long time suspended, as it were, between this world and the next, in
consequence of being left in great debility after a long and dangerous
fever. For several weeks, in fact, it was scarcely guessed, except in
the softest whisper, whether the slightest movement or change in his
system might not precipitate him at once into the eternal world. In this
perilous condition, he one day asked for sweet cider, just from the
press. His attendants very properly and naturally hesitated; but the
physician, when he arrived and was made acquainted with his request,
immediately said, "Yes; gi