of the great body of people in a country is the condition of the country itself." 6 Today it is the people in other and poorer countries of whose condition we need to be reminded. In both cases, the dying child who is thrust into our attention is not an individual. Such children are important because there are so many of them, "dying thus around us every day," wrote Dickens. In both cases the child is voicelessmore so in the case of today's third world child, for if she, or her parents, could speak to us, we would not understand. And in both cases the call on us to act may succeed in doing good but may also produce a kind of hopelessness: the comfortable reader, trying to see the starving child as one of her own, may be confronted with a gap that the imagination cannot cross.
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In 1856 Archibald Campbell Tait, who later rose to be Archbishop of Canterbury, was Dean of Carlisle; he and his wife had five daughters and one son, ranging in age from ten downwards, and a sixth daughter was born in February, just before the terrible events now to be narrated. On Monday 3 March the third daughter Charlotte (Chatty) fell ill with what turned out to be scarlet fever, and three days later she was dead. Then, one by one, the remaining girls fell ill and died: Susan (aged one and a half) on March 11, Frances (nearly four) on March 20, Catharine (Catty), the oldest, on Easter Tuesday, and May (nearly 8) two weeks later. The only survivors were the one boy, Craufurd, and the new baby, Lucy.
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Mrs. Tait wrote a narrative of these events, which was printed in the memoir of her and her son by William Benham (1879). It is the longest and most detailed account of child deaths in the nineteenth century that I have come across, filled with warm family affection and grief, and with an insistent religious faith that appears to be shared by the children. Chatty's illnesss began by her declaring that she was tired, then vomiting, then sleeping most of the night, but restlessly at times. After she had said her prayer, and "in a voice of exceeding clearness said the poem she been learning the day before," Mrs. Tait began to feel alarmed; and when the doctor announced that it was scarlet fever, the other children were isolated (but too late). Chatty's descent was rapid: she had a "spasm," and "looking at me in a strange wild manner, began to open her mouth in a fearful way"; when this was over, she looked at her parents and said ''I must go away." "Yes darling," the narrative adds, "away from your happy home on earth to that much brighter home above." 7
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