THE

ATLANTIC MONTHLY.

A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics.

VOL. XVIII.—SEPTEMBER, 1866.—NO. CVII.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by Ticknor andFields, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District ofMassachusetts.

Transcriber's Note: Minor typos have been corrected and footnotes movedto the end of the article. Table of Contents has been generated for the HTML version.

Contents

THE SURGEON'S ASSISTANT.
ON TRANSLATING THE DIVINA COMMEDIA.
WOMAN'S WORK IN THE MIDDLE AGES.
PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS.
UNIVERSITY REFORM.
THE VOICE.
LIFE ASSURANCE.
A DISTINGUISHED CHARACTER.
THE BOBOLINKS.
GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY.
THE CHIMNEY-CORNER FOR 1866.
AN ITALIAN RAIN-STORM.
INCIDENTS OF THE PORTLAND FIRE.
MY LITTLE BOY.
LAKE CHAMPLAIN.
YESTERDAY.
THE JOHNSON PARTY.
REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.
RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS.


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THE SURGEON'S ASSISTANT.

I.

The sickness of the nation not being unto death, we now begin to numberits advantages. They will not all be numbered by this generation; and asfor story-tellers, essayists, letter-writers, historians, andphilosophers, if their "genius" flags in half a century with suchmaterial as hearts, homes, and battle-fields beyond counting affordthem, they deserve to be drummed out of their respective regiments, andbanished into the dominion of silence and darkness, forever to sit onthe borders of unfathomable ink-pools, minus pen and paper, withfool's-caps on their heads.

I know of a place which you may call Dalton, if it must have a name. Atthe beginning of our war,—for which some true spirits thank AlmightyGod,—a family as wretched as Satan wandering up and down the earthcould wish to find lived there, close beside the borders of a lake whichthe Indians once called—but why should not your fancy build the lowlycottage on whatsoever green and sloping bank it will? Fair as you pleasethe outside world may be,—waters pure as those of Lake St. Sacrament,with islands on their bosom like those of Horicon, and shoresbeautifully wooded as those of Lake George,—but what delight will youfind in all the heavenly mansions, if love be not there?

"I'll enlist," said the master of this mansion of misery in the midst ofthe garden of delight, one day.

"I would," replied his wife.

They spoke with equal vigor, but neit

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