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

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cycles, scornfully. " Gaze at the happy crowd below, which, as time flies, becomes gayer and more reckless. Ah ! my Egyptian friend, "' Good wines the gift that God hath given, To man alone beneath the heaven, Of dance and song the genial sire, Of friendship gay and soft desire.' " Remember the advice of that giddy-headed Athenian physician, Mnesitheus, who recommends occasional hard drinking, as it produces purging and a certain relaxation. You quoted Rabelais this morning, who contended that drunkenness was better than physic, inasmuch as there were more old drunkards than old physicians. Come ! let us inhale more of the delicious aroma arising from this commingling perfume of whisky, wine, and beer." " The vapory fumes of the liquor have already affected your silly spiritual head,'' answered Athothis. " Jest no more ! for I see that the modern doctor knows the advan- tages of alcohol to his own business. Let the wholesale poisoning of mankind proceed. Below, in the city, I perceive the many colored lights of a modern pharmacy. There we can investigate undisguised poisons." So say- ing, the spirits circled down from the lofty tower and alighted on a public street.