CHAPTER XV.

NATURE'S OWN EYE WATER.

When I began the study of medicine, my eyes were so exceedingly weak,

and had been for about ten years, or indeed always after the attack of

measles, that I was in the habit of shading them, much of the time, with

green or blue glasses. My friends, many of them, strongly objected to

any attempt to pursue the study of medicine on this very account. And

the attempt was, I confess, rather hazardous.

What seemed most discouraging in the premises was the consideration that

I had gone, to no manner of purpose, the whole round of eye waters,

elixir vitriol itself not excepted. Was there room, then, for a single

gleam of hope? Yet I was resolutely, perhaps obstinately, determined on

making an effort. I could but fail.

Soon after I made a beginning, the thought struck me, "Why not make the

experiment of frequently bathing the eyes in cold water?" At that very

moment they were hot and somewhat painful; and suiting the action to the

thought, I held my face for some seconds in very cold water. The

sensation was indescribably agreeable; and I believe that for once in my

life, at the least, I felt a degree of gratitude to God, my Creator, for

cold water.

The practice was closely and habitually followed. Whenever my eyes

became hot and painful, I put my face for a short time in water, even if

it were _twenty_ times a day. The more I bathed them, the greater the

pleasure, nor was it many days before they were evidently less inflamed

and less troublesome. Why, then, should I not persevere?

I carried the practice somewhat further still. I found from experiment,

that I could open my eyes in the water. At first, it is true, the

operation was a little painful, and I raised, slightly, its temperature.

Gradually, however, I became so much accustomed to it that the sensation

was not only less painful, but even somewhat agreeable. In a few weeks I

could bear to open my eyes in the water, and keep them open as long as I

was able to hold my breath, even at a very low temperature.

Perseverance in this practice not only enabled me to proceed with my

studies, contrary to the expectation of my friends, and in spite, too,

of my own apprehensions, but gave me in addition the unspeakable

pleasure of finding my eyes gaining every year in point of strength, as

well as clearness of sight. My glasses were laid aside, and I have never

used any for that specific purpose since that time. Of course I do not

mean by this to say that my eyes remain as convex as they were at

twenty-five or thirty years of age, for that would not be true. They

have most certainly flattened a little since I came to be fifty years of

age, for I am compelled to wear glasses when I would read or write. I

mean, simply, that they have never suffered any more from inflammation

or debility, since I formed the habit of bathing them, even up to the

present hour.

The more I observe on this subject, the more I am persuaded--apart from

my own experience--that pure water, at the lowest temperature which can

be used without giving pain, is the best known eye medicine in the

world, not merely for one, two, or ten in a hundred persons, but for

all. I recommend it, therefore, at every opportunity, not only to my

patients but to others. It may doubtless be abused, like every other

good gift; but in wise and careful hands it will often accomplish almost

every thing but downright miracles. We may begin with water a little

tepid, and lower the temperature as gradually as we please, till we come

to use it ice cold.

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