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nothing but the most careful and minute investigation of the nature and seat of the morbid irritation can enable us to anply the artificial irritation of medicine, with any prospect of ultimate success. This view of the subject might open the eyes of mankind to the devastation which is daily produced in the digestive organs by the careless and indiscriminate administration of a farrago of medicines, which, like food and drink, both by their quantities and qualities, keep the whole line of the alimentary canal, and, in faet, the whole system, in a state of morbid irritability.

. For this the patient has generally to thank himself. Instead of making a moderate remuneration for the advice or opinion of the medical attendant, he prefers paying him, like his wine merchant, at per dozen, for what he can swallow! In this


the most efficacious remedies are often rendered inert, by commixture or dilution, and perseverance is prevented by satiety or disgust.*

But it may be said, that, as the specific action of medicines on the human frame, was found out by accident and observation, and as their effects are pretty uniform, so the knowledge of applying them cannot be so very difficult or complicated. Why no. A man of very common understanding may soon learn the names, the doses, and the qualities of the whole Materia Medica, and he may be able to

* I could adduce numerous instances where the power of medicines is affected by commixture; but the following will sulice. In certain urethral discharges, whether recent or chronic, the balsam capivi is possessed of singular efficacy, when simply administered in a little water, or on sugar. But I have seen it given in draughts and mixtures, for weeks together, without effect. When given in pretty large doses, and watched till it produces its specific skinptoms, it rarely fails to stop the most inveterate gleet in three or four days. It is a curious fact that it removes irritation, or even chronic inflammation from the prostrate gland, or neck of the bladder, at the very moment that it causes beat in making water. The manner and the dose, however, in which it is generally given, renderit abortire.

tell pretty nearly how each will act upon the living machine, in a state of health. But the great difficulty is to discover the nature and seat of the disease, and how to remove that disease by remedies, which often produce diametrically opposite effects. It is not by seeing a great deal of sickness only, that this knowledge can be acquired; but by closely studying what we do see.

* Now, as in civic society, the health is constantly wanting repairs; as the human frame is there in a state of morbid sensibility and irritability; and as patients, quacks, and illiterate practitioners are constantly pouring a flood of physic, upon real or imaginary diseases, it is no unreasonable inference, that upon the whole, a greater quantum of suffering and mortality is thus induced, than is prevented by the scientific and judicious administration of medicine!'

Such are the practical hints of Mr. Surgeon Johnson, whether orthodox in the doctrine of the healing art, it would be presumptuous in any but an M. D. to decide. As every man thinks however that he knows something of medicine, we may be allowed to say the reasoning of the surgeon appears sensible and consistent, and the advice which he offers to the world, if not likely to diminish disease, would be, if foliowed, conducive to temperance, tranquillity and peace of mind.

Art. V.- The Search after Happiness, or the Quest of

Sultaun Solimaun, with other poems. By Walter Scott. Philadelphia, republished by M. Carey and Son. 1820.

[This is a medley of minor pieces made up from an entire edition of Scott's poems. Most of those in the volume before us, have not hithertu been reprinted in this country. The principal poem is a bagatelle, attempted in a style of frolic and humour, very different from the grave character of Scott's muse, as it usually appears. Whether the endeavour was successful, the reader shall judge, as the whole

fore us,

of it is here subjoined;—the poet himself did not feel encouraged to repeat the effort.] O, FOR a glance of that gay Muse's eye, Scare not my Pegasus before I start! That lighten'd on Bandello's laughing If Rennel has it not, you'll find, mayhap, tale,

The isle laid down in Captain Sinbad's And twinkled with a lustre shrewd and

map, sly

Famed mariner! whose merciless parraWhen Giam Battista bale her vision tions hail!*

Drove every friend and kinsman out of Yei fear not, ladies, the naïve detail

patience, Given by the natives of that land ca- Till, fain to find a guest who thought norous;

them shorter, Italian licence loves to leap the pale, He deign’d to tell them over to a porter We Britous have the fear of shame be- The last editiou see by Loog and Co.,

Rees, Hurst, and Orme, our fathers in And, if not wise in mirth, at least must the Row. be decorous.

Serendib found, deem not my tale a ficIn the far eastern clime, no great wbile

tionsince, Lived Sultaun Solimaun, a mighty prince,

This Sultaun, whether lacking contra

diction Whose eyes, as oft as they performed (A sort of stimulant which hath its uses,

their round, Beheld all others fix'd upon the ground;

To raise the spirits, and reform the juices, Whose ears receiv'd the same unvaried Sovereigo specific for all sort of cures

In my wife's practice, and perhaps in phrase, · Sultaun! thy vassal hears, and he obeys!' The Sultaun lacking this same wholesome

yours,) All have their tastes—this may the fancy

bitter, strike

Or cordial smooth for prince's palate fitOf such grave folks as pomp and grandeur like;


Or if some Mollah bad hag-rid his For me, I love the bonest heart and


With Degial, Gionistan, and such wild Of Monarch who can amble round his

themes farm,

Belonging to the Mollah's subtle craft, Or, when the toil of state no more an

I wot not-but the Sultaun never laughi'd, noys,

Scarce ale or drank, and took a melanJo chimney corner seek domestic joysI love a Prioce will bid the bottle pass,


That scorn'd all remedy profane or holy; Exchanging with his subjects glance and

In bis long list of melauchulies, mau, glass;

Or mazed, or dumb, hath Burton none In fitting time, can, gayest of the gay,

so bad. Keep up the jest and mingle in the laySuch Monarchs best our free-born humour suit,

Physicians soon arrived, sage, ware, and But Despots must be stately, stern, and tried, mute.

As e’er scrawlid jargon in a darken'd

room; This Solimaun, Serendib had in sway- With heedful glance the Sultaun's tongue And where's Serendio. may some critic they eyed, say.

Peep'd in bis bath, and God knows where Good lack, mine honest friend, consult Deside, the chart,

And then in solemn accents spoke their

doom, The bint of the following tale is ta- 'His majesty is very far from well ken from La Camissia Magica, a novel Tien each to work avith vis specific fell: of Gian Battista Casti.

The Hakim Ibrahim instanter brought


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His unguent Mahazzim al Zerdukkaut,* While Roompot, a practitioner more

wily, Relied op his Munaskif al fillfily. More and yet more in deep array appear, And some the front assail, and some the

rear; Their remedies to reinforce and vary, Came surgeon eke, and eke apothecary; Till the tired Monarch, though of words

grown chary, Yet dropt, to recompense their fruitless

labour, Some bint about a bow-string or a sabre. There Jack'd, I promise you, no longer

speeches, To rid the palace of those learned leeches. Then was the council called-by their

advice, (Tbey deem'd the matter ticklish all,

and nice, And sought to shift it off from their own

shoulders) Tartars and couriers in all speed were

sent, To call a sort of Eastern parliament Of feudatory chieftains and freehol- .

dersSuch have the Persians at this very day, My gallant Malcolm calls them couroui

tai; I'm not prepared to show in this slight

song That to Serendib the same forms be

Jong, E’en let the learn'd go search, and tell

me if I'm wrong.

And for the charges-Lo! your faithful

Commons!' The Riots who attended in their places (Serendib language calls a farmer

Riot) Look'd ruefully one another's faces, From this oration arguing much dis

quiet, Double assessment, forage, and free

quarters; And fearing these as China-men the

Tartars, Or as the whisker'd vermin fear the mou

sers, Each fumbled in the pocket of his trow


The Omrahs,f each with hand on scymi

tar, Gare, like Sempronius, still their voice

for war"The sabre of the Sultaun in its sheath Too long has slept, nor owo'd the work

of death; Let the Tambourgi bid bis signal rattle, Bang the lound gong and raise the shout

of battle! This dreary cloud that dims our cover

eigu's day,

And next came forth the revered Convo

cation, Bald heads, white beards, and many

a turban green, Imaum and Mollah there of every station,

Sauton, Fakir, and Calender were seen. Their votes were various some advised

a Mosque With fitting revenues should be erect

ed, With seemly gardens and with gay Kios

que, To recreate a band of priests selected; Others opined that through the realms a

dole Be made to holy men whose prayers

might profit The Sullaun's weal in body and in soul; But their long-headed chies, the Sheik

Ul-Sofit, More closely touch'd the point;- Thy

studious moud, Quoth be, * O Prince! bath thickened all

thy blood, Avd dulld thy brain with labour beyond

measure; Wherefore relax a space and take thy

pleasure, And toy with beauty, or tell o'er thy trea

sure; From all the cares of state, my liege,

enlarge thee, And leave the burden to thy faithful


For these hard words see D'Herbeot, or the learned editor of the Recipes of Avicenda.

† See Sir John Malcolm's admirable History of Persia.


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These counsels sage availed not a whit, The old Rais* was the first who quesAnd so the patient (as is not uncom- tion'd, “Whither?" mon

They paused- Arabia,' thought the penWhere grave pbysicians lose their time sive Prince, and wit)

Was call'J the bappy many ages since Resolved io take advice of an old wo- For Mokha, Rais.'-- And they came pian;

safely thither. His mother sbe, a dame who once was But pot in Araby with all her balm, beauteous,

Not where Judæa weeps beneath her And still was call'd so by each subject palm, duteous.

Not in rich Egypt, not in Nubian waste, Now, whether Fatima was witch in ear- Could there the step of Happiness be tranest,

ced. Or only made believe I cannot say Onc Copt alone profess'd to have seen her But she profess'd to cure disease the smile, sternest,

When Bruce his goblet fill'd at infant By dint of magic, amulet or lay;

Nile; And, wben all other skill in vain was She bless'd the dauntless traveller as he shown,

quaffa, She deem'd it fitting time to usc her own. But vanish'd from him with the ended

drauglit. 'Sympatkia iragica hath wonders done,' (Thus did oid Fatima bespeak ber son,) 'Enougl of turbans,' said the weary king, It works upon the fibres and the pores, " These dolinans of ours are not the thing; And thus, insensibly, our health restores, Try we the Giaours, these men of cuat And it inust help us here.-- Thou must endure

Incline to think some of them must be Thic ill, my son, or travel for the cure.

happy; Scarch land and sea, and get, wliere'er At least they have as fair a cause as any you can,

can, The inmost vesture of a happy man,

They drink good wine and keep no RanI mean his skirt, my son, which, taken

Then northward, ho!' The vessel cuts Aud fresh from off his back, shall chase your baru,

And fair Italia lies upon her leeBid every current of your veins rejoice,

But fait Italia, she who once unfurled And your dull heart leap light as skep- Her cagle-banners o'r a conquer'd herd-boy's.'

world, Such was the counsel from his mother Long from her throne of domination tum

bleu, I know uot if she had some under-game, Lay, by ucr quondam vassals, sorely lumAs Doctors have, who bid their paticnis bleu;

The Pupe himself look'd pensive, pale, And live abroad, when sure to die at

and lean, home;

And was not half the man he once had Or if she thought, that, sobielow or an- been, other,

" While these ille priest and those the Qucea Reyont sounded better than Qucen

noble thueces, Muthier';

Our poor old bouit,' they said, “is torn But, says the Chronicle, (who will go

iu prieces. look it,)

Its tupy the vengeful claws of Austria That such was hier advict-the Sultaun

feci, took it.

* Ma ter of the vessci. All are on board-ihe Sultaan and his

† The well-knowu rescinblance of Itawall, In gildcu galley prompt to plough thc ly in we map. main:, Venice, dic.



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