ABSTRACT
The Grey nuns of the General Hospital feel beating in their chests a heart already open to the generous aspiration to follow their venerable founder to the fields of suffering and death. They wait upon a single word, one order. The revered mother Forbes-McMullen, worthy superior of their community at this time, joining in strong and active faith, was tender, generous and compassionate towards the unfortunate. She learned some details on the situation of the emigrants who arrived on our shores, she was deeply moved, and, understanding with only one glance the duty owed to this community, conceived a bright desire to rush to the relief of this misery with her girls. . .
