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

womankind ; let tlie victims of these poisons go head- long to destruction, on account of your miserable com- mercial spirit. Yet, if a man jumps into water, you stretch forth your hand and strive to save him." " I do not fancy your manner of argument," rejoined Paulus Androcydes. " If one were to follow your idea, there would be no pleasure in life. See the merry throng of happy people sitting around the tables, chat- ting and drinking. I care not to rob humanity of its joys; for, heaven knows, it hath many labors and sor- rows. Greece and Rome are my ideal patterns, if you desire me to extol ancient manners and customs. I admire Bacchus! Give me that paradise of Ulysses, amid isles of eternal summer, ' where the vines bear wines from large clusters, and the showers of Jove nourish them.' Would I were imperial Caesar, sipping Chian, Falernian, and Lesbian liquors. Youth, song, and wine are all that make this life bright. Let the world eat drink, and be merry, for to-morrow we die. But '' Who dreads to the dust returning ? Who shrinks from the sable shore, "Where the high and haughty yearning Of the soul, can sting no more? No ! stand to your glasses steady ; This world is a world of lies; One cup to the dead already ; Hurrah ! for the next that dies.' " "You can not be in earnest?" expostulated Athothis. " Yet, such wild sentiments, even when not seriously ex- pressed, make me sad. None know the evil effects of alcohol better than members of your profession, and those early authorities, whom you seem so fond of quot- ing, were fully acquainted with its poisonous effects.