THE DISPENSARY "Since by no arts I therefore can defeat And try if my loved snakes have teeth or stings." The patient's ears remorseless he assails, The Fury thus assuming Colon's grace, This visionary various projects tries, And knows, that to be rich is to be wise. By useful observations he can tell The sacred charms that in true sterling dwell. How gold makes a patrician of a slave, A dwarf an Atlas, a Thersites brave. It cancels all defects, and in their place Finds sense in Brownlow, charms in Lady Grace: It guides the fancy, and directs the mind; So truly Horoscope its virtues knows, 123 Long has he been of that amphibious fry, In this place, drugs in musty heaps decayed; Globes stand by globes, volumes on volumes lie, The sage, in velvet chair, here lolls at ease, -SAMUEL GARTH. 周 A Doctor's Motto DOCTOR, who, for want of skill, Did sometimes cure-and sometimes kill; And many a bottle filled with stuff, To raise his fortune, and his pride; Neither too solemn nor too gay; Three Ducks, suppose; white, gray, or black; And let your motto be, Quack! quack!"' RICHARD GRAVES. In the early days of history Which are so enshrined in mystery, And the stories told about them are such hard ones to believe; In the days of ancient Adam When the only living madam Was the young girl of that period, whose maiden name was Eve; It is said this man and woman, I suppose because 'twas human Then as now, and ever will be, while the worlds the same remain, Without service, without clergy, Without silver or liturgy, Walked together, talked together, dined together, and raised Cain. If you'll pardon the digression, And permit a plain expression From a man who's looking backward after some six thousand years, I will say, this act of sinning Was, to my mind, the beginning Of the trouble we poor mortals suffer in this vale of tears." But I do not mind confessing I consider it a blessing, Notwithstanding it has brought us so much sorrow, so much pain, For this singular relation Made for us an occupation, And the Doctor chases sickness as the sunshine does the rain. So I look on the transaction With complacent satisfaction From the standpoint of a Doctor, or perhaps, an accoucheur, And I criticise them, never, And I bless them both, forever; In which radical expression I expect you to concur. To return to Cain, the baby: Eve was ill, and Adam, maybe Badly frightened by the crying and contortions of the boy; To his bosom, full of kindness, empty of the "infant's joy." Vain were all attempts to quiet This new youth in search of diet, And his crying, and his sobbing, roused the mother from her rest: Lovingly she reached and took him, Instantly his cries forsook him, And he nestled in her bosom, with his mouth upon her breast. Adam, wondering at the stillness, Fearful of some sudden illness Mindful of his own transgression, and the curse his sin had brought, Eagerly the babe inspected, Listened, pondered, and reflected, Opened wide his eyes with wonder, at the sight his vision caught. Joy of joys! two flowing fountains Issued from two snowy mountains, "Succor! succor! and nepenthe," Adam shouted. "Let me sing Hallelujah! and Eureka! I have found it, no more seek a Midst the garden for a diet fit for infant, fit for king." MILK CANTO II. Of one thing I am certain, and that is, if Cain With perfect digestion, no acid uprising, 127 His brain had been clear and his mind strong and stable, And his gums became sore from the pressure beneath, MORAL. This original lactation, Was the sign for all creation That a food was there provided for the infant, well or ill: Milk, the healthiest of diet; Milk, the most nutritious; try it, Use it, prove it, recommend it; drink it-and I'm sure you will. —Dr. Joseph B. GRISWOLD. |