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lopathic doctor, whom I shall exchange for a 

 homoeopathist if I survive to undergo another 

 vernal equinox in this latitude. Without a word 

 of warning, I awoke in the night with the sensa- 

 tion of having been pounded in a mortar, and 

 with a Spanish chestnut-burr sticking in my 

 throat. I never realized before what the inno- 

 cent-looking yellowish mixture was that he pre- 

 scribed for the children potash and iron with 

 which he has been deluging me almost hourly, 

 night and day. A doctor ought to be exiled for 

 forcing such revolting stuff upon helpless pa- 

 tients a remedy which is almost worse than 

 the disease. Hugh Miller's " Testimony of the 

 Rocks," or Borden Bowne's " Studies in The- 

 ism," would be a delicious lenitive, in compari- 

 son. If I live, I shall find out whether his state- 

 ment is true : that it is the great catholicon for 

 diphtheritic and laryngeal troubles, and that 

 nothing else can disperse the dusky spots on 

 one's throat, or cause the white ones to " ex- 

 foliate," as he pathologically expresses it. It 

 was an exhilaration to me, with all sense of 

 taste and smell temporarily destroyed through 

 his vile prescription, to learn that he had an 

 allopathic doctor under treatment, and was dos- 

 ing him in the same wholesale manner that he 

 was medicating and mending me. 



