Impress on a young imaginative girl, as free from pulmonary tendencies as you and I are, the conviction that she must fade away into the grave, and though she may not actually die of consumption, you instil slow poison into her system.

Hope is the natural aliment of youth.

You impoverish nourishment where you discourage hope.

As soon as this temporary illness is over, reject for your daughter the melancholy care which seems to her own mind to mark her out from others of her age.

Rear her for the air, which is the kindest life-giver; to sleep with open windows: to be out at sunrise.