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Updated: May 13, 2025
Fliedner, as long ago she had done with the vicar of Embley, and we may be sure any sick people whom she visited were always left clean and comfortable when she said good-bye. But at Kaiserswerth Miss Nightingale had very little chance of learning any surgery, so she felt that she could not do better than pass some time in Paris with the nursing sisterhood of St.
It was quite clear that it would be necessary for her to have a good rest before she grew strong again, and so she went back to Embley, and afterwards to Lea, and tried to forget that there was any such thing as sickness.
Why was she driven now to minister to the poor in their cottages, to watch by sick-beds, to put her dog's wounded paw into elaborate splints as if it was a human being? Why was her head filled with queer imaginations of the country house at Embley turned, by some enchantment, into a hospital, with herself as matron moving about among the beds?
At this rate, the doctors assured her, even if she did not die, she would, become an invalid for life. She could not help that; there was the work to be done; and, as for rest, very likely she might rest ... when she had done it. Wherever she went, in London or in the country, in the hills of Derbyshire, or among the rhododendrons at Embley, she was haunted by a ghost.
Wild, timid hares were drawn from woods To share her home caresses, And looked up to her human eyes With sylvan tendernesses. Beasts and birds were Florence's dear friends, but dearest of all were her ponies. While she was at Embley, the vicar, who was very fond of her, used often to take her out riding when he went on his rounds to see his people.
Nightingale could not have thought Lea Hurst as pleasant as he expected it to be, for a few months later he bought a place called Embley, near the beautiful abbey of Romsey, in Hampshire.
Suddenly she glanced up at the vicar, who had been all this time watching her. 'I can't leave Cap till he is quite better, she said. 'Can you get that boy to go to Embley and tell them where I am? Then they won't be frightened. So the boy was sent, and Florence sat on till the setting sun shot long golden darts into the hut.
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