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<p>E find an aggrieved feeling in the
minds of the Floridian public in
view of a letter in "The Independent,"
by Dr. ——, headed as above; and we have
been urgently requested to say something on the
other view of the question.</p>
<p>Little did we suppose when we met our good
friend at Magnolia, apparently in the height of
spirits, the life of the establishment, and head
promoter of all sorts of hilarity, that, under all
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this delightful cheerfulness, he was contending
with such dreary experiences as his article in
"The Independent" would lead one to suppose.
Really, any one who should know the doctor
only from that article might mistake him for a
wretched hypochondriac; whereas we saw him,
and heard of him by universal repute at Magnolia,
as one of the cheeriest and sunniest of the
inmates, taking every thing by the smoothest
handle, and not only looking on the bright side
himself, but making everybody else do the same.
Imagine, therefore, our utter astonishment at
finding our buoyant doctor summing up his
Florida experience in such paragraphs as
these:—</p>
<p>"From what I have observed, I should think
Florida was nine-tenths water, and the other
tenth swamp. Many are deceived by the milder
climate here; and down they come—to die.
The mildness, too, is exaggerated. Yesterday
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morning, the thermometer was at thirty-six
degrees. Outside, our winter overcoats were
necessary; and great wood-fires roared within.
Now and then the thermometer reaches eighty
degrees at mid-day; but, that very night, you
may have frost.</p>
<p>"Another fact of Florida is malaria. How
could it be otherwise? Souse Manhattan Island
two feet deep in fresh water, and wouldn't the
price of quinine rise?</p>
<p>"I have no objection to the term 'sunny
South;' it is a pretty alliteration: but I object to
its application to Georgia and Florida in February.
I wish you could have seen me last Friday
night. We were riding two hundred and sixty
miles through a swamp,—Okefinokee of the
geographies. I was clad in full winter suit,
with heavy Russian overcoat."</p>
<p>But a careful comparison of the incidents in
his letter solves the mystery. The letter was
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written in an early date in the doctor's Floridian
experience, and before he had had an opportunity
of experiencing the benefit which he subsequently
reaped from it.</p>
<p>We perceive by the reference to last Friday
night, and the ride through Okefinokee Swamp,
that the doctor was then fresh from the North,
and undergoing that process of disenchantment
which many Northern travellers experience,
particularly those who come by railroad.
The most ardent friends of Florida must admit
that this railroad is by no means a prepossessing
approach to the land of promise; and
the midnight cold upon it is something likely to
be had in remembrance. When we crossed it,
however, we had a stove, which was a small imitation
of Nebuchadnezzar's furnace, to keep us
in heart. Otherwise there is a great deal of
truth in our friend's allegations. As we have
elsewhere remarked, every place, like a bit of
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tapestry, has its right side and its wrong side;
and both are true and real,—the wrong side
with its tags and rags, and seams and knots, and
thrums of worsted, and the right side with its
pretty picture.</p>
<p>It is true, as the doctor says, that some invalids
do come here, expose themselves imprudently,
and die. People do die in Florida, if
they use the means quite as successfully as in
New York. It is true that sometimes the thermometer
stands at seventy at noon, and that the
nights are much cooler; it is true we have
sometimes severe frosts in Florida; it is true
we have malaria; it is true that there are
swamps in Florida; and it is quite apt to be true,
that, if a man rides a hundred miles through a
swamp at night, he will feel pretty chilly.</p>
<p>All these are undeniable truths. We never
pretended that Florida was the kingdom of
heaven, or the land where they shall no more
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say, "I am sick." It is quite the reverse.
People this very winter have in our neighborhood
had severe attacks of pneumonia; and undoubtedly
many have come to Florida seeking
health, and have not found it.</p>
<p>Yet, on the other hand, there are now living
in Florida many old established citizens and
land-owners who came here ten, twenty, and
thirty years ago, given over in consumption,
who have here for years enjoyed a happy and
vigorous life in spite of Okefinokee Swamp and
the malaria.</p>
<p>Undoubtedly the country would be much better
to live in if there were no swamps and no
malaria; and so, also, New England would be
better to live in if there were not six months
winter and three more months of cold weather
there. As to malaria, it is not necessary to
souse Manhattan Island under water to get that
in and around New York. The new lands in
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New York will give you chills and fever quite as
well as Florida. You can find malarial fevers
almost anywhere in the towns between New
York and New Haven; and it is notorious that
many estates in the vicinity of New York and
Philadelphia sell cheap on that very account,
because they are almost as malarious as some
Italian villas.</p>
<p>Florida is not quite so bad as that yet,
although it has its share of that malaria which
attends the development of land in a new country.
But the malarial fevers here are of a mild
type, and easily managed; and they are generally
confined to the fall months. The situation of
Florida, surrounded by the sea, and the free
sweep of winds across it, temper the air, and
blow away malarious gases.</p>
<p>In regard to consumptives and all other
invalids, the influence of a Floridian climate
depends very much on the nature of the case
and the constitution of the individual.
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<p>If persons suffer constitutionally from cold; if
they are bright and well only in hot weather; if
the winter chills and benumbs them, till, in the
spring, they are in the condition of a frost-bitten
hot-house plant,—alive, to be sure, but with
every leaf gone,—then these persons may be
quite sure that they will be the better for a winter
in Florida, and better still if they can take
up their abode there.</p>
<p>But if, on the contrary, persons are debilitated
and wretched during hot weather, and if cool
weather braces them, and gives them vigor and
life, then such evidently have no call to Florida,
and should be booked for Minnesota, or some
other dry, cold climate. There are consumptives
belonging to both these classes of constitution;
and the coming of one of the wrong kind
to Florida is of no use to himself, and is sure to
bring discredit on the country. A little good
common sense and reflection will settle that
matter.
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<p>Again: there is a form of what passes for consumption,
which is, after all, some modification
of liver-complaint; and, so far as we have heard
or observed, Florida is no place for these cases.
The diseases here are of the bilious type; and
those who have liver-complaint are apt to grow
worse rather than better. But there are classes
of persons on whom the climate of Florida acts
like a charm.</p>
<p>There are certain nervously-organized dyspeptics
who require a great deal of open, out-door
life. They are in comfortable health during
those months when they can spend half their
time in the open air. They have no particular
disease; but they have no great reserved
strength, and cannot battle with severe weather.
They cannot go out in snow or wind, or on
chilly, stormy days, without risking more harm
than they get good. Such, in our Northern
climate, are kept close prisoners for six months.
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From December to May, they are shut in to
furnace-heated houses or air-tight stoves. The
winter is one long struggle to keep themselves
up. For want of the out-door exercise which
sustains them in summer, appetite and sleep
both fail them. They have restless nights and
bad digestion, and look anxiously to the end of
winter as the only relief. For such how slowly
it drags! They watch the almanac. The sun
crosses the line; the days grow a minute longer:
spring will come by and by. But by what cruel
irony was the month of March ever called
spring?—March, which piles snow-storms and
wind-storms on backs almost broken by endurance.
The long agony of March and April
is the breaking-point with many a delicate person
who has borne pretty well the regular
winter.</p>
<p>Said one who did much work, "I bear it
pretty well through December. I don't so much
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mind January. February tires me a little; but I
face it bravely. But by March I begin to say,
'Well, if this don't stop pretty soon, <i>I</i> shall: I
can't get much farther.'" But our heaviest
snow-storms and most savage cold are often
reserved for March; and to many an invalid it
has given the final thrust: it is the last straw
that breaks the camel's back. But after March,
in New England, comes April, utterly untrustworthy,
and with no assured out-door life for a
delicate person. As to the month of May, the
poet Cowper has a lively poem ridiculing the
poets who have made the charms of May the subject
of their songs. Mother Nature is represented
as thus addressing them:—
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<div class="stanza">
<p class="o1">"'Since you have thus combined,' she said,</p>
<p class="i1">'My favorite nymph to slight,</p>
<p>Adorning May, that peevish maid,</p>
<p class="i1">With June's undoubted right,</p>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<p>The minx, cursed for your folly's sake,</p>
<p class="i1">Shall prove herself a shrew;</p>
<p>Shall make your scribbling fingers ache,</p>
<p class="i1">And bite your noses blue.'"</p>
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</div>
<p>Which she generally does.</p>
<p>So it is not really till June that delicately-constituted
persons, or persons of impaired vigor,
really feel themselves out of prison. They have
then about five months at most in which they
can live an open-air life, before the prison-doors
close on them again.</p>
<p>Now, the persons who would be most benefited
by coming to Florida are not the desperately
diseased, the confirmed consumptives, but
those of such impaired physical vigor that they
are in danger of becoming so. An ounce of
prevention here is worth many pounds of cure.
It is too often the case that the care and expense
that might have prevented disease from settling
are spent in vain after it has once fastened. Sad
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it is indeed to see the wan and wasted faces, and
hear the hollow death-cough, of those who have
been brought here too late. Yet, in hundreds
of instances, yes, in thousands, where one more
severe Northern winter would have fastened
disease on the vitals, a winter in a Southern
climate has broken the spell. The climate of
Florida is also of peculiar advantage in all
diseases attended by nervous excitability. The
air is peculiarly soothing and tranquillizing: it is
the veritable lotos-eater's paradise, full of quiet
and repose. We have known cases where the
sleeplessness of years has given way, under this
balmy influence, to the most childlike habit of
slumber.</p>
<p>For debility, and the complaints that spring
from debility, Florida is not so good a refuge, perhaps,
as some more northern point, like Aiken.
The air here is soothing, but not particularly
bracing. It builds up and strengthens, not by
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any tonic effect in itself so much as by the opportunity
for constant open-air life and exercise
which it affords.</p>
<p>For children, the climate cannot be too much
praised. In our little neighborhood are seven
about as lively youngsters as could often be met
with; and the winter has been one long out-door
play-spell. There has not been a cough, nor a
cold, nor an ailment of any kind, and scarce an
anxiety. All day long we hear their running
and racing,—down to the boat-wharves; in the
boats, which they manage as dexterously as
little Sandwich-Islanders; fishing; catching
crabs, or off after flowers in the woods, with no
trouble of hail, sleet, or wet feet. Truly it is a
child's Eden; and they grow and thrive accordingly.</p>
<p>Now as to malaria. That is a word requiring
consideration to those who expect to make
Florida a permanent home, but having no terrors
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for those who come to spend winters merely.
There is no malaria in winter; and Dr. C—— may
be consoled in reflecting that frost always
destroys it: so that, when the thermometer is, as
he says, at thirty-two degrees, there is no danger,
even though one be in the same State with forty
swamps. In fact, for ourselves, we prefer a cool
winter such as this has been. An October-like
winter, when it is warm in the middle of the
day, and one can enjoy a bright fire on the
hearth morning and night, is the most favorable
to out-door exercise and to health.</p>
<p>But merely to come to Florida, and idle away
time at the St. James or the St. Augustine
Hotel, taking no regular exercise, and having no
employment for mind or body, is no way to improve
by being here. It is because the climate
gives opportunity of open-air exercise that it is
so favorable; but, if one neglects all these opportunities,
he may gain very little.
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<p>It cannot be too often impressed on strangers
coming here, that what cold there is will be
more keenly felt than in a Northern climate.
Persons should vary their clothing carefully to
the varying temperature, and be quite as careful
to go warmly clad as in colder States. In our
furnace-heated houses at the North we generally
wear thick woollen dresses and under-flannels,
and keep up a temperature of from seventy
to eighty degrees. In the South we move in
a much lower temperature, and have only the
open fire upon the hearth. It is therefore important
to go warmly clad, and particularly to
keep on flannels until the warm weather of April
becomes a settled thing.</p>
<p>In regard to the healthfulness of Florida,
some things are to be borne in mind. In a
State that has the reputation of being an invalid's
asylum, many desperate cases necessarily
take refuge, and, of course, many die. Yet,
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notwithstanding the loss from these causes, the
census of 1860 showed that the number of
deaths from pulmonary complaints is less to the
population than in any State of the Union. In
Massachusetts, the rate is one in two hundred
and fifty-four; in California, one in seven hundred
and twenty-seven; in Florida, one in fourteen
hundred and forty-seven. Surgeon-Gen.
Lawson of the United-States army, in his report,
asserts that "the ratio of deaths to the
number of cases of remittent fevers has been
much less among the troops serving in Florida
than in other portions of the United States. In
the middle division, the proportion is one death
to thirty-six cases of fever; in the northern,
one to fifty-two; in Texas, one to seventy-eight;
in California, one in a hundred and
twenty-two; while in Florida it is one in two
hundred and eighty-seven."</p>
<p>Such statistics as these are more reliable than
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the limited observation of any one individual.
In regard to sudden changes of climate, Florida
is certainly not in all parts ideally perfect.
There are, at times, great and sudden changes
there, but not by any means as much so as in
most other States of the Union.</p>
<p>Sudden changes from heat to cold are the besetting
sin of this fallen world. It is the staple
subject for grumbling among the invalids who
visit Italy; and, in fact, it is probably one of the
consequences of Adam's fall, which we are not
to be rid of till we get to the land of pure delight.
It may, however, comfort the hearts of
visitors to Florida to know, that, if the climate
here is not in this respect just what they would
have it, it is about the best there is going.</p>
<p>All this will be made quite clear to any one
who will study the tables of observations on temperature
contained in "The Guide to Florida,"
where they can see an accurate account of the
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range of the thermometer for five successive
years as compared with that in other States.</p>
<p>One thing cannot be too often reiterated to
people who come to Florida; and that is, that
they must not expect at once to leave behind
them all sickness, sorrow, pain, inconvenience
of any kind, and to enter at once on the rest of
paradise.</p>
<p>The happiness, after all, will have to be comparative;
and the inconveniences are to be
borne by reflecting how much greater inconveniences
are avoided. For instance, when we
have a three-days' damp, drizzling rain-storm
down here, we must reflect, that, at the North, it
is a driving snow-storm. When it is brisk, cold
weather here, it is an intolerable freeze there.
The shadow and reflection of all important
changes at the North travel down to us in time.
The exceptionally cold winter at the North has
put our season here back a month behind its
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usual spring-time. The storms travel downward,
coming to us, generally, a little later, and
in a modified form.</p>
<p>We cannot better illustrate this than by two
experiences this year. Easter morning we were
waked by bird-singing; and it was a most
heavenly morning. We walked out in the calm,
dewy freshness, to gather flowers to dress our
house,—the only church we have now in which
to hold services. In the low swamp-land near
our home is a perfect field of blue iris, whose
bending leaves were all beaded with dew; and
we walked in among them, admiring the wonderful
vividness of their coloring, and gathering
the choicest to fill a large vase. Then we cut
verbenas, white, scarlet, and crimson, rose-geraniums
and myrtle, callas and roses; while
already on our tables were vases of yellow jessamine,
gathered the night before. The blue St.
John's lay in misty bands of light and shade in
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the distance; and the mocking-birds and red-birds
were singing a loud <i>Te Deum</i>.</p>
<p>Now for the North. A friend in Hartford
writes, "I was awaked by the patter of snow
and sleet on the window-pane. Not a creature
could go out to church, the storm was so
severe: even the Irish were obliged to keep
housed. With all we could do with a furnace
and morning-glory stove, we could not get the
temperature of our house above fifty-five degrees."</p>
<p>In the latter part of the day, we at Mandarin
had some rough, chilling winds, which were the
remains of the Northern Easter storm; but we
were wise enough to rejoice in the good we had,
instead of fretting at the shadow of evil.
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