Thus to conclusions from examples led, The heart resigns all judgment to the head; So much he's seen of baseness in the mind, That, while a friend to man, he scorns mankind; His measures guides, and rules his conscience He knows the human heart, and sees with too; Of ten commandments, he confesses three You must not take, his chattels, nor his life; dread, By slight temptation, how the strong are led; These you must reverence, and the rest For where so dark the moral view is grown, you may.' Law was design'd to keep a state in peace; A timid conscience trembles for her own; He like an eagle seized and bore the whole Swallow, a poor attorney, brought his boy Up at his desk, and gave him his employ ; He would have bound him to an honest trade, While the fire burns, the gains are quickly Could preparations have been duly made. made, And freely flow the profits of the trade; The dying fire, and make the embers glow, At length the process of itself will stop, Yet I repeat, there are, who nobly strive The clerkship ended, both the sire and son Among their friends, and raise them into suits: And these at length succeed; they have their The parent growl'd, he couldn't think that strife, Their apprehensions, stops, and rubs in life; Of such is Archer, he who keeps in awe had fled, The people cursed him, but in times of need Most of his friends, though youth from him Few are the freeholds in our ancient town; In point of heirship; but the fire went out, It must be said, he never starved a cause; He'd roast and boil'd upon his board; the boast Of half his victims was his boil'd and roast; 'Well, if 'tis so, the house to you belongs; But have you money to redress these wrongs Nay, look not sad, my friend; if you're correct, You'll find the friendship that you'd not expect.' If right the man, the house was Swallow's own; If wrong, his kindness and good-will were shown: 'Rogue!' 'Villain !' 'Scoundrel!' cried the losers all; He let them cry, for what would that recall? Were young, were minors, of their sires in dread; Or those whom widow'd mothers kept in bounds, And check'd their generous rage for steeds and hounds; Or such as travell'd 'cross the land to view Others had tasted claret, till they now All these for favours would to Swallow run, Who never sought their thanks for all he'd done; He kindly took them by the hand, then bow'd race When age unmans us-let me state a case: There's our friend Rupert-we shall soon redress His present evil-drink to our success- 'Now view his father as he dozing lies, That which he cannot use, and dare not show, His bait, their pleasures, when he fish'd for And will not give-why longer should he owe? fools; Flagons and haunches on his board were placed, Yet, 'twould be murder should we snap the locks, And take the thing he worships from the box ; And subtle avarice look'd like thoughtless So let him dote and dream: but, till he die, Shall not our generous heir receive supply? waste: For ever sitting on the river's brink, To find he needed not deliv'rance crave His father's acres all were Swallow's ground. case. But of the parties, had the fiend been one, The business could not have been speedier done : Still when a man has angled day and night, same: Thus he retired in peace, and some would say He'd balk'd his partner, and had learn'd to pray. To this some zealots lent an ear, and sought How Swallow felt, then said 'a change is wrought: ' "Twas true there wanted all the signs of grace, But there were strong professions in their place; Then too, the less that men from him expect, The more the praise to the converting sect; He had not yet subscribed to all their creed, Nor own'd a call, but he confess'd the need: His acquiescent speech, his gracious look, That pure attention, when the brethren spoke, Was all contrition, he had felt the wound, And with confession would again be sound. True, Swallow's board had still the sump tuous treat; But could they blame? the warmest zealots eat: He drank-'twas needful his poor nerves to brace; He swore 'twas habit; he was grieved'twas grace: What could they do a new-born zeal to nurse? 'His wealth 's undoubted-let him hold our purse; He'll add his bounty, and the house we'll raise Hard by the church, and gather all her strays; We'll watch her sinners as they home retire, And pluck the brands from the devouring fire.' Alas! such speech was but an empty boast; LETTER VII. PROFESSIONS-PHYSIC Iam mala finissem leto, sed credula vitam He fell to juggle, cant, and cheat- A paltry wretch he had, half-starved, But as physicians of that nobler kind Have their warm zealots, and their sectaries blind; So among these for knowledge most renown'd, Some, too, admitted to this honour'd name, BUTLER'S Hudibras, Part II, Canto III, With them a treatise is a bait that draws 218-222, 323, 324. The Worth and Excellence of the true Physician-Merit, not the sole Cause of Success -Modes of advancing Reputation-Motives of medical Men for publishing their Works -The great Evil of Quackery-Present State of advertising Quacks-Their Hazard -Some fail, and why-Causes of Success -How men of Understanding are prevailed upon to have Recourse to Empírics, and to permit their Names to be advertisedEvils of Quackery: to nervous Females: to Youth: to Infants-History of an advertising Empiric, &c. NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view, Helpers of men* they're call'd, and we confess scene; Glad if a hope should rise from nature's strife, * Approving voices-'tis to gain applause, In every age, convenient doubts abound; shown, When all his purpose is to make them known. Requires not courage, though it calls for pains; The great good man, for noblest cause, What many labours taught, and many days; That they have genius, and they hope man- kind And merit sighs to see a fortune made By daring rashness or by dull parade. But these are trifling evils; there is one Which walks uncheck'd, and triumphs in the sun: There was a time, when we beheld the quack, On public stage, the licensed trade attack; He made his labour'd speech with poor parade; And then a laughing zany lent him aid: Smiling we pass'd him, but we felt the while Pity so much, that soon we ceased to smile; Assured that fluent speech and flow'ry vest Disguised the troubles of a man distress'd. But now our quacks are gamesters, and they play With craft and skill to ruin and betray; With monstrous promise they delude the mind, And thrive on all that tortures human-kind. Tincture or syrup, lotion, drop or pill; Aid the bold language of these blushless liars. There are among them those who cannot read, And yet they'll buy a patent, and succeed; With cruel avarice still they recommend More draughts, more syrup to the journey's end : 'I feel it not; '-' Then take it every hour: ' 'It makes me worse; Why then it shows its power: 'I fear to die; '-' Let not your spirits sink, You're always safe, while you believe and drink.' How strange to add, in this nefarious trade, That men of parts are dupes by dunces made: That creatures, nature meant should clean our streets, Have purchased lands and mansions, parks and seats; Wretches with conscience so obtuse, they leave Their untaught sons their parents to deceive; And when they're laid upon their dying-bed, No thought of murder comes into their head; Nor one revengeful ghost to them appears, To fill the soul with penitential fears. Yet not the whole of this imposing train Their gardens, seats, and carriages obtain ; Chiefly, indeed, they to the robbers fall, Who are most fitted to disgrace them all : But there is hazard-patents must be bought, Venders and puffers for the poison sought; And then in many a paper through the year, Must cures and cases, oaths and proofs appear; Men snatch'd from graves, as they were dropping in, Their lungs cough'd up, their bones pierced through their skin; Their liver all one scirrhus, and the frame Poison'd with evils which they dare not name; Men who spent all upon physicians' fees, Who never slept, nor had a moment's ease, Are now as roaches sound, and all as brisk as bees. If the sick gudgeons to the bait attend, And come in shoals, the angler gains his end; But should the advertising cash be spent, Ere yet the town has due attention lent, Then bursts the bubble, and the hungry cheat Pines for the bread he ill deserves to eat; It is a lottery, and he shares perhaps The rich man's feast, or begs the pauper's scraps. From powerful causes spring th' empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy: This love of life, which in our nature rules, To vile imposture makes us dupes and tools; Then pain compels th' impatient soul to seize On promised hopes of instantaneous ease; And weakness too with every wish complies, Worn out and won by importunities. Troubled with something in your bile or blood, You think your doctor does you little good; And, grown impatient, you require in haste The nervous cordial, nor dislike the taste; It comforts, heals, and strengthens; nay, you think It makes you better every time you drink; Then lend your name '-you're loth, but yet confess Its powers are great, and so you acquiesce : |