Extraordinary Nurses Throughout History

Various

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Extraordinary Nurses Throughout History is a fascinating collection that includes insightful writings on eight notable nurses of the past and celebrates their brilliant contributions to medicine.

Many incredible women made invaluable improvements to modern nursing and this collection celebrates their lives and achievements through a series of essays. This volume sheds a light on the women who have helped create and improve the modern nursing we are familiar with today and demonstrates how the practice has evolved. Collated in honour of Florence Nightingale’s 200th birthday, this collection is an enlightening exposition of eight notable nurses including:

- Dorothea Dix

- Mary Seacole

- Florence Nightingale

- Clara Barton

- Sarah Emma Edmonds

- Linda Richards

- Edith Cavell

- Violetta Thursten

Republished Read & Co. Books as part of the Brilliant Women series, this beautiful volume features an introductory essay entitled ‘Representative Women – The Free Nurse’, by Ingleby Scott. An ideal book for those with an interest in the history of nursing, this collection is not one to be missed.

1. Foreword

2. Representative Women – The Free Nurse by Ingleby Scott

3. Dorothea Dix

4. Mary Seacole

5. Florence Nightingale

6. Clara Barton

7. Sarah Emma Edmonds

8. Linda Richards

9. Edith Cavell

10. Violetta Thurstan

Sujets

• Médecine
• Médecine Générale
• Histoire
• Women
• History

Informations

• Publié par: Read Books Ltd.
• Date de parution: 20 février 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528789295
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Extraordinary Nurses Throughout History
In Honour of Florence Nightingale
By
VARIOUS




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"Lo! in that house of misery, A lady with a lamp I see, Pass through the glimmering gloom, And flit from room to room."
Longfellow


Contents
FOREWORD
REPRESENTATIVE WOMEN
THE FREE NURSE
By Ingleby Scott
DOROTHEA DIX
DOROTHEA L. DIX
By Frances E. Willard and Mary A. Livermore
DOROTHEA LYNDE DIX
By Mary Elvira Elliot
MARY SEACOLE
A VICTORIAN HEROINE
By Mary Seacole
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
"THE LADY WITH THE LAMP" THE STORY OF FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
By F. J. Cross
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
By Lytton Strachey
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
By Millicent Fawcett
RECOLLECTIONS OF FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE
By Linda Richards, America's First Trained Nurse
THE FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE MEDAL
CLARA BARTON
CLARA BARTON "THE ANGEL OF THE BATTLEFIELDS"
By Kate Dickinson Sweetser
SERVICES IN TIME OF WAR.
By Clara Barton
OUR LADY OF THE RED CROSS
By Mary R. Parkman
SARAH EMMA EDMONDS
THE NURSE SPY
By S. Emma E. Edmonds
LINDA RICHARDS
LINDA RICHARDS AS I KNEW HER
An Essay by Agnes B. Joynes
EDITH CAVELL
EDITH LOUISA CAVELL
By Ernest Protheroe
THE STORY OF EDITH CAVELL
By Richard Wilson
VIOLETTA THURSTAN
THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL AND OUR WORK IN WARSAW
By Violetta Thurstan


FOREWORD
From time immemorial women have been content to be as those who serve. Non ministrari sed ministrare —not to be ministered unto but to minister—is not alone the motto of those who stand under the Wellesley banner, but of true women everywhere.
For centuries a woman's own home had not only first claim, but full claim, on her fostering care. Her interests and sympathies—her mother love—belonged only to those of her own household. In the days when much of the labor of providing food and clothing was carried on under each roof-tree, her service was necessarily circumscribed by the home walls. Whether she was the lady of a baronial castle, or a hardy peasant who looked upon her work within doors as a rest from her heavier toil in the fields, the mother of the family was not only responsible for the care of her children and the pr udent management of her housekeeping, but she had also entire charge of the manufacture of clothing, from the spinning of the flax or wool to the fashioning of the woven cloth into suitable garments.
Changed days have come, however, with changed ways. The development of science and invention, which has led to industrial progress and specialization, has radically changed the woman's world of the home. The industries once carried on there are now more efficiently handled in large factories and packing-houses. The care of the house itself is undertaken by specialists in cleaning and repairing.
Many women, whose energies would have been, under former conditions, inevitably monopolized by home-keeping duties, are to-day giving their strength and special gifts to social service. They are the true mothers—not only of their own little brood—but of the community and the world.
The service of the true woman is always "womanly." She gives something of the fostering care of the mother, whether it be as nurse, like Clara Barton; as teacher, like Mary Lyon and Alice Freeman Palmer; or as social helper, like Jane Addams. So it is that the service of these "heroines" is that which only women could have given to the world.
Many women who have never held children of their own in their arms have been mothers to many in their work. It was surely the mother heart of Frances E. Willard that made our "maiden crusader" a helper and healer, as well as a standard bearer. It was the mother heart of Alice C. Fletcher, that made that student of the past a champion of the Indians in their present-day problems and a true "campfire interpreter." It was the woman's tenderness that made Mary Slessor, that torch-bearer to Darkest Africa, the "white mother" of all the black people she taught and served.
The Russian peasants have a proverb: "Labor is the house that Love lives in." The women, who, as mothers of their own families, or of other children whose needs cry out for their understanding care, are always homemakers. And the work of each of these—her labor of love—is truly "a house that love lives in."
Mary R. Parkman


REPRESEN TATIVE WOMEN
THE FREE NURSE
By Ingleby Scott
By the Free Nurse I mean to indicate the Sister of Charity who devotes herself to the sick for their own sake, and from a natural impulse of benevolence, without being bound by any vow or pledge, or having any regard to her own interests in connexion with her office.
There is no dispute about the beauty and excellence of the nursing institutions of the continent, Catholic and Protestant. There can be no doubt that many lives are utilised by them, which would otherwise be frittered away from want of pursuit and guidance. Every town where they live can tell what the blessing is of such a body of qualified nurses, ready to answer any call to the sick-bed. The gratitude of their patients, and the respect of the whole community, testify to their services and merits: and the frequent proposal of some experiment to naturalise such institutions in England, proves that we English are sensible of the beauty of such an organisation of charity. My present purpose, however, is to speak of a more distinctive kind of woman than those who are under vows. However sincere the compassion, however disinterested the devotedness, in an incorporated Sister of Charity, she lies under the disadvantage of her bonds in the first place, and her promised rewards in the other. She may now and then forget her bonds; and there are occasions when they may be a support and relief to her; but they keep her down to the level of an organisation which can never be of a high character while the duty to be performed is regarded as the purchase-money of future benefits to the doer. Those who desire to establish the highest order of nursing had rather see a spontaneous nurse weeping over the body of a suffering child that has gone to its rest than a vowed Sister wiping away the death-damps and closing the eyes, under the promise of a certain amount of remission of sins in consequence. There is abundance of room in society for both vowed and spontaneous nurses, in almost any number; but, their quality as nurses being equal, the strongest interest and affection will always follow the freer, more natural, and more certainly disinterested service. The weaker sort are perhaps wise to put themselves under the orders of authority, which will settle their duty for them: but such cannot be representative women, except by some force of character which in so far raises them above the region of authority. The Representative Women among Nurses are those who have done the duty under some natural incitement, of their own free will, and in their own way.
It will not be supposed, for a moment, that I am speaking slightingly of such organisation as is necessary for the orderly and complete fulfilment of the nursing function. In every hospital where nurses enter freely, and can leave at pleasure, there must be strict rules, settled methods, and a complete organisation of the body of nurses, or all will go into confusion. The authority I refer to as a lower sanction than personal free disposition, is that of religious superiors, who impose the task of nursing as a part of the exercises by which future rewards are to be purchased. There cannot be a more emphatic pleader for hospital and domestic organisation, as a means to the best care of the sick, than Florence Nightingale: and at the same time, all the world knows that she would expect better things from women who become nurses of their own accord, and remain so, through all pains and penalties, when they might give it up at any hour, than from nuns who enter that path of life because it leads (as they believe) straightest to heaven, and do every act at the bidding of a conscience-keeper who holds the ultimate rewards in his hand.
The three women whose honoured names acted singly and spontaneously in devoting themselves to the sick, though their freedom was not of the same character, and their incitements were not alike. Not the less are they all representatives of the growing order of Free Nurses.
On this day two hundred years, Catherine Mompesson was beautiful girl of twenty, near her marriage with a clergyman, who was to introduc e her to the life of a minister’s wife in a wild place, and among wild people. Their home was the Tillage of Eyam, in Derbyshire, then thickly peopled with miners. In the green dell, and on the breezy hills below and above Eyam, they and their children enjoyed country health and pleasures for a little while. Then the news came of the Great Plague in London; and then of its spreading through the country: but the place was so breezy and so retired, that there might be hope of its being spared the visitation. The winter came, and thanksgivings were fervent for the health the people of Eyam had enjoyed. In the spring, however, when nobody was thinking of dreading the plague, it broke out in the village. Tradition says, it was from some clothes that arrived from a distant place. As soon as it appeared that the m