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mytrh and raspberry leaves made hot with a little wayenne, or 
weak solution of Condy’s fluid. Support the strength of the 
patient while the medicine and treatment are driving out the 
disease ; and in nearly every case when the directions above 
are carried out, a cure will be the reward. 
There is a simple remedy for fever of a putrid form like the 
above in its severest type, that is yeast. Dr. Fox in his 
admirable book *t‘ The Working Man’s Model Botanic Guide 
to Health,” quotes out this remedy at length, which, on account 
of its importance, we present to our readers. 
‘During my residence at Brampton, near Chesterfield,” 
writes Dr. Cartwright, ‘'a putrid fever broke out amongst us. 
Finding by far the greater number of my parishioners too 
poor to afford themselves medical assistance, I undertook, by 
the help of such books on the subject of medicine as were in 
my possession, to prescribe for them. I attended a boy 
about fourteen years ot age, who was attacked by the fever. 
He had not been ill many days before the symptoms were 
unequivocally putrid. I then administered bark, wine, and 
such other medicines as my books directed. My exertions 
were, however, of no avail; his disorder grew every day more 
and more untractable and malignant, so that I was in hourly 
expectation of his dissolution. Being under the necessity of 
taking a journey, before I set off I went to see him, as I 
thought for the last time; and I prepared his parents for the 
event of his death, which I considered as inevitable, and 
reconciled them in the best manner I could to a loss which I 
knew they would feel severely. While I was in conversation 
on this distressing subject with his mother, I observed, in the 
corner of a room, a small tub of wort working. The sight 
brought to my recollection an experiment I had somewhere 
met with, of a piece of putrid meat being made sweet by 
being suspended over a tub of wort in the act of fermentation. 
The idea flashed into my mind that the yeast might correct 
the putrid nature of the disease, and I instantly gave him two 
large spoonfuls. I then told the mother, if she found her son 
