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Surgery and Physic.

Dio è quello che guarisce, e il medico ne porta via i danari.

God is the restorer of health, and the doctor puts the fee in his pocket.

To dwell on particulars here I shall cease,
And from numbers produce one poetical piece ;
For though sterling the topics they interest few,
While my scent is to keep public game most in view:
Thus my notes must supply what my couplets now

lack, Since, alas ! metre proves oft but prose's dull hack,

For precept and practice in surgery never
Were labours more deep, operations more clever ;()
While doctors in physic past notions revising,
Have wrought in prescriptions a change most sur-

prising: (s)


(r) The very laconic manner in which the great Sir Noodle slurs over the above topics of literature prompts me to form a shrewd surmise, that he is no better acquainted with surgery and physic than myself; although, from consulting the Reviews, I am fully enabled to catalogue some names that are universally regarded with the highest consideration by every practitioner in their respective professions. After having thus candidly confessed my inability to appreciate these works from actual perusal, I shall beg leave to enrol the name of Bell, who has written upon Anatomy, together with Foote, Abernethy, Monro, and Aikin; Baillie on morbid Anatomy; Farre on Diseases of the Liver; Bree on the Chest, and Pemberton on the Bowels. While, as physicians, Letsom, Jenner, Kerrison, Lathan, and Powel, have no less exerted their abilities to disseminate that useful knowledge for the benefit of the human race, which long practice and experience have enabled them to perform.

(s) In medicine, we have treatises, written in the 18th century, to prove that a salt meat diet is good for the gout; and that colds do not proceed from damps or moist clothing.

Since health, it is found, more on nature depends
Than back’d by a legion of physical friends :
Not so proves the case with each pestle’s displayer,
Who, living by drugs, proves humanity's slayer ;
Disdaining to budge from each lucrative notion,
'Tis draught, pill, emetic, and purgative potion,
Till stomach reduc'd to extremity's lot,
With dosing, poor patient at length goes to pot;
And cries with the Greek, when with death hard he

wrestles, I'm dish'd, d-n their souls! by these knights of

the pestles! (1)

A physician at Lyons published a dissertation on beards and mustachios, affirming that they promote strength; and that the present age might not be without men as strong as Sampson were they permitted to grow.

(t) According to the Greek historians, we are informed that Alexander upon his death-bed uttered the following exclama- , tion:

Pero turba medicorum.

I die by the help of too many physicians.

I believe the number of my departed countrymen who could have joined in this chorus would be nearly as countless as the stars in the heavens, or the grains of sand in the sea.

Burton, in his Anatomy of Melancholy, says, “ Where there be

many lawyers, and many physicians, it is a manifest sign of a distempered melancholy state, as Plato long since com; plained.”

Musical Doctors,

The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
The motions of his spirits are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus :

Let no such man be trusted,

As physical doctors so late grac'd my strain,
Professors of music may next share the vein ;
True harmony's offsprings, whose soul-thrilling mea-


Oft wafts me from earth to the regions of pleasure :

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