Excerpt from Report Hospital for Sick Children, 1907 When the silent hands that travel round the dials of the clocks in the wards of the great charity in College street had registered midnight on the last Sabbath in September, that event marked the close of the thirty-first year of the work of the Hospital for Sick Children. Year in and year out the work has gone on apace. The calendar does not register the days as they pass away more faithfully than the workers care for nigh a thousand sick little ones who find haven every year within the walls of this charity. The workers are always at their posts. - The blue-gowned nurse flitting from cot to cot with kindly word and gentle hand; the Resident in snow-white linen moving through the wards with a lingering look to see that orders are obeyed; the active staff prescribing for the little ones admitted, and discharging those whom the Hospital has restored to health; the Secretary and his staff watching business details; the Lady Superintendent and her help-meets supervising the internal economy of a building whose doors fly open when suffering childhood calls. Whether it be in the cold wrack of winter, when the snow clouds unburden and whiten the air, and the keen, cold winds whirl around the red pile in College street, or in the summer time, with its warm and welcome breezes, when God's little ones - sick and crippled - find comfort and joy either in beds on the broad balconies, or in play on the green lawns of the children's paradise. The Lakeside Home for Little Children - the watchers are always faithful to their trust. Yes, winter and summer, with clockwork regularity, the mechanism that moves the wheels of this great charity performs its duty. But the success that has been attained in the long stretch of past years has not been secured without a wealth of labor. For many a year the outlook was not of the brightest. The cloud with its silver lining was not a feature in the Hospital landscape. But the clouds have rolled away. The golden sunshine salutes the work. The hearts of the toilers are gladdened. They take courage. They think of the Master's words of nineteen hundred years ago, when, as He journeyed to the coasts of Judea beyond the Jordan, He said: "Suffer little children and forbid them not to come unto Me, for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." The beginnings of this charity were modest and unassuming - none more so - and the women who thirty-one years ago first conceived the idea of gathering under one roof sick and crippled children, and doing what could be done to relieve their suffering, deserve a great blessing for their deed. No person save those who have been, and are now, closely identified with the service of the Hospital, can estimate or appreciate the labor involved - the ups and downs, the trials and disappointments encountered in bringing this charity to the point at which it stands to-day. On the one hand discouragements were many and disheartening, but then all great moves for the good of humanity in their advent generally interview trouble on the journey. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.