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Hamlet, "my wit's diseased." Many great actors 

 on the stage of science now assume the part of 

 Hamlet, and fearfully unwholesome are the answers 

 we get. 



Look at the death-bed of the late Emperor of 

 Germany. Look at it, as all the world was lately 

 forced to do, (however unwilling to enter into so 

 sacred a place except with hushed and reverent sym- 

 pathy) in its medical aspect. 



See the representatives of the healing- science of 

 this age, the best presumably that the world could 

 offer, crowding round that Sufferer of needless agony, 

 and thronging the torture-chamber made such by their 

 own acts. 



Frederick the Noble has died before his time, but 

 he has neither lived nor died in vain. He lived to 

 make, or help in making, his loved Fatherland great, 

 united, strong, and free. He died, and not Germany 

 only, but the world will be helped towards its de- 

 liverance from a bondage which shortens and em- 

 bitters life, and makes death horrible. 



The general truth, that a drugged organism cannot 

 heal itself, has been taught us, in the fact, acknow- 

 ledged by every honest medical man, that no truly 

 organic disease is curable. 



But have we not had more than enough of that 

 wretched lesson ? Cannot we now turn to the con- 

 verse truth ; that NO LIMIT CAN BE SET TO THE CURA- 

 BILITY OF DISEASE ORGANIC AS WELL AS FUNCTIONAL 

 IN AN UNDRUGGED AND RIGHTLY-FED BODY ? 



To this fact I can testify, from my own observation 

 and practice. But once the fact is fully grasped, 

 and when the study of these general truths, as illus- 



