Athothis : a satire on modern medicine / by Thomas C. Minor.

Man is but her offspring, and, though gray-haired, a baby at the breast. Like the faithful Isis she wanders in search of Osiris, and the birth of Horus, the new light, will follow." " Still dealing in imagery ?" queried Paulus Andro- cydes, mockingly. " I fear you are a woman-rights man, in the disguise of the first dynasty. But permit me to say that I fully agree with that talented author who contended that ' man is the whole world, and the breath of God; woman but the rib and crooked piece of man.' You remember the witty Voltaire, who insisted that ideas were like moustaches—men had them, women never. I trust to have entered my first real transmigra- tion ere women are permitted to make laws for my Gov- ernment. I am a firm advocate of the superior rights and privileges of men and shall continue to enjoy my mortal as much as I hope to enjoy my immortal life. Because my neighbor can not drink liquor without mak- ing a beast of himself, is that a valid reason for my ab- staining ?" " You could set a good example," answered Athothis, gently. "You could thus encourage those who are weak-headed and faint-hearted." " On the same principle that my neighbor cannot eat green apples without colic, whereas I suffer no incon- venience from the delicious fruit," quoth Paulus Andro- cydes. " The comparison is unfair to your own stomach," re- torted Athothis. " Like all your sex, you are utterly selfish. Every man, according to your idea, must work out his own salvation ; permit the sale of alcohol and opium to go on unchecked, regardless of the wishes of 15