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vain; in vain her family lamented and entreated; in vain her friends pointed out to her the madness of such a course. Madness? Madā ā€”possessedā ā€”perhaps she was. A demoniac frenzy had seized upon her. As she lay upon her sofa, gasping, she devoured blue-books, dictated letters, and, in the intervals of her palpitations, cracked her febrile jokes. For months at a stretch she never left her bed. For years she was in daily expectation of death. But she would not rest. 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 restā ā€Šā ā€¦ 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. It was the spectre of Scutariā ā€”the hideous vision of the organisation of a military hospital. She would lay that phantom, or she would perish. The whole system of the Army Medical Department, the education of the Medical Officer, the regulations of hospital procedureā ā€Šā ā€¦ rest? How could she rest while these things were as they were, while, if the like necessity were to arise again, the like results would follow? And, even in peace and at home, what was the sanitary condition of the Army? The mortality in the barracks was, she found, nearly double the mortality in civil life. ā€œYou might as well take 1,100 men every year out upon Salisbury Plain and shoot them,ā€ she said. After inspecting the hospitals at Chatham, she smiled grimly. ā€œYes, this is one more symptom of the system which, in the Crimea, put to death 16,000 men.ā€ Scutari had given her knowledge; and it had given her power too: her enormous reputation was at her backā ā€”an incalculable force. Other work, other duties, might lie before her; but the most urgent, the most obvious of all, was to look to the health of the Army.

One of her very first steps was to take advantage of the invitation which Queen Victoria had sent her to the Crimea, together with the commemorative brooch. Within a few weeks of her return she visited Balmoral, and had several interviews with both the Queen and the Prince Consort. ā€œShe put before us,ā€ wrote the Prince in his diary, ā€œall the defects of our present military hospital system, and the reforms that are needed.ā€ She related ā€œthe whole storyā€ of her experiences in the East; and, in addition, she managed to have some long and confidential talks with His Royal Highness on metaphysics and religion. The impression which she created was excellent. ā€œSie gefƤllt uns sehr,ā€ noted the Prince, ā€œist sehr bescheiden.ā€ Her Majestyā€™s comment was differentā ā€”ā€œSuch a head! I wish we had her at the War Office.ā€

But Miss Nightingale was not at the War Office, and for a very simple reason: she was a woman. Lord Panmure, however, was (though indeed the reason for that was not quite so simple); and it was upon Lord Panmure that the issue of Miss Nightingaleā€™s efforts for reform must primarily depend. That burly Scottish nobleman had not, in spite of his most earnest endeavours, had a very easy time of it as Secretary of State for War. He had come into office in the middle of the Sebastopol Campaign, and had felt himself very well fitted for the position, since he had acquired in former days an inside knowledge of the Armyā ā€”as a Captain of Hussars. It was this inside knowledge which had enabled him to inform Miss Nightingale with such authority that ā€œthe British soldier is not a remitting animal.ā€ And perhaps it was this same consciousness of a command of his subject which had impelled him to write a dispatch to Lord Raglan, blandly informing the Commander-in-Chief in the Field just how he was neglecting his duties, and pointing out to him that if he would only try he really might do a little better next time.

Lord Raglanā€™s reply, calculated as it was to make its recipient sink into the earth, did not quite have that effect upon Lord Panmure, who, whatever might have been his faults, had never been accused of being supersensitive. However, he allowed the matter to drop; and a little later Lord Raglan diedā ā€”worn out, some people said, by work and anxiety. He was succeeded by an excellent red-nosed old gentleman, General Simpson, whom nobody has ever heard of, and who took Sebastopol. But Lord Panmureā€™s relations with him were hardly more satisfactory than his relations with Lord Raglan; for, while Lord Raglan had been too independent, poor General Simpson erred in the opposite direction, perpetually asked advice, suffered from lumbago, doubted (his nose growing redder and redder daily) whether he was fit for his post, and, by alternate mails, sent in and withdrew his resignation. Then, too, both the General and the Minister suffered acutely from that distressingly useful new invention, the electric telegraph. On one occasion General Simpson felt obliged actually to expostulate.

ā€œI think, my Lord,ā€ he wrote, ā€œthat some telegraphic messages reach us that cannot be sent under due authority, and are perhaps unknown to you, although under the protection of your Lordshipā€™s name. For instance, I was called up last night, a dragoon having come express with a telegraphic message in these words, ā€˜Lord Panmure to General Simpsonā ā€”Captain Jarvis has been bitten by a centipede. How is he now?ā€™ā€Šā€

General Simpson might have put up with this, though to be sure it did seem ā€œrather too trifling an affair to call for a dragoon to ride a couple of miles in the dark that he may knock up the Commander of the Army out of the very small allowance of sleep permitted himā€; but what was really more than he could bear was to find ā€œupon sending in the morning another mounted dragoon to inquire after Captain Jarvis, four

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