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# Handbook of the Swatow Vernacular/Notes—Medical
## Lesson XXIX. Notes—Medical.
### 我今日人不好

    Uá kiáⁿ-jít nâng m̄-móⁿ
       I am unwell to-day.

### 爾能可去睡

    Lṳ́ nêng-kò khṳ̀-tó
       You had better go and lie down.

### 爾個人如何

    Lṳ́ kâi nâng tsò-nîⁿ?
       What is the matter with you?

### 人𤍠

    Nâng zuáh
       I have got fever.

### 要請先生否

    Âiⁿ-chhiáⁿ sin-seⁿ mē?
       Do you wish to engage a doctor?

### 爾個脉猛

    Lṳ́ kâi méhⁿ méⁿ
       Your pulse is fast.

### 我零些寒藥與爾食

    Uá lân-ló kûaⁿ-iéh pun lṳ́ chiáh
       I will give you some quinine to take.

### 如何食

    Tsò-nîⁿ-chiáh?
       How am I to take it?

### 配零㸃冷水

    Thōu tiám-kiáⁿ chhìn-tsúi
       Take it with a little cold water.

### 三包在此

    Saⁿ-pau toõ-chié
       Here's three packets.

### 壹日食三餐

    Chék-jít chiáh saⁿ-tǹg
       Take one packet three times a day.

### 壹餮食壹包

    Chék-tǹg chiáh chék-pau
       Take a packet each time. ​

### 此樣病醫難好

    Chí-khí pēⁿ ui oh-hó
       This kind of sickness is difficult to cure.

### 着請西國先生來醫正能好

    Tiéh-chhiáⁿ Sai-kok sin-seⁿ lâi ui chiàⁿ-õi-hó
       You must get a European doctor to cure you, otherwise you will not be cured.

### 先生。請爾開張藥方

    Sin-seⁿ, chhiáⁿ-lṳ́ khui-tieⁿ iéh-hng
       Doctor, please make out a prescription.

### 我來去醫館携藥

    Uá lâi-khṳ̀ ui-kuán khiéh-iéh
       I will go to the hospital and get the medicine.

### 用雞毛抹

    Ēng koi-môⁿ buah
       Apply it with a fowl's feather.

### 手勿摸着

    Chhiú màiⁿ-thãng--tiéh
       Don't touch it with the fingers.

### 爾有何冒病

    Lṳ́ ũ sĩ-mîh mâuⁿ-pēⁿ?
       What sickness have you?

### 縻脚

    Mîⁿ-kha
       A bad leg.

### 縻至今有巳久了

    Mîⁿ-kàu-taⁿ ũ jiéh-kú--lō?
       How long has it been ulcerated.

### 有成年

    U^ chiâⁿ-nîⁿ
       About a year.

### 會癢或袂

    Ōi-chiẽⁿ a-bõi?
       Does it itch?

### 若是會癢不可搔

    Nãⁿ-sĩ õi-chiẽⁿ m̄-móⁿ pê
       If it itches, you mustn't scratch it.

### 歸去。着尅苦奈

    Kui-khṳ̀, tiéh khah-khóu nãiⁿ
       Let it be, you must do your best to bear it.

### 每明早。起來。用此藥水洗

    Chék-mêng-khí khí-lâi-kâu ēng chiá iéh-tsúi sói
       When you get up in the morning, wash it with this lotion.

### 伊個病重

    I-kâi pēⁿ tãng
       His illness is serious.

### 甚着力。要死

    Tih-lát-tsãi, àiⁿ-sí
       Very serious, almost dying.

### 無救了

    Bô-kiù--lō
       There is no hope, (lit. there is no salvation.)

### 不可亂食

    Màiⁿ-thèng-chiáh
       Don't be eating what you shouldn't eat.

### 食粥配鹹梅則可

    Chiáh-mûeⁿ phùe kiâm-bûe chiũ-hó
       Take congee with salted plums.
# Goody Two-Shoes (1881 facsimile)/Chapter 3

CHAP.III.
How Little Margery obtained the Name of Goody Two-Shoes, and what happened in the Parish.
AS soon as Little Margery got up in the Morning, which was ​very early, she ran all round the Village, crying for her Brother; and after some Time returned greatly distressed. However, at this Instant, the Shoemaker very opportunely came in with the new Shoes, for which she had been measured by the Gentleman's Order.
cried out, Two Shoes, Mame, see two Shoes. And so she behaved to all the People she met, and by that Means obtained the Name of Goody Two-Shoes, though her Playmates called her Old Goody Two-Shoes.
Little Margery was very happy in being with Mr. and Mrs. Smith, who were very charitable and good to her, and had agreed to breed her up with ​their Family; but as soon as that Tyrant of the Parish, that Graspall, heard of her being there, he applied first to Mr. Smith, and threatened to reduce his Tythes if he kept her; and after that he spoke to Sir Timothy, who sent Mr. Smith a peremptory Message by his Servant, that he should send back Meanwell's Girl to be kept by her Relations, and not harbour her in the Parish. This so distressed Mr. Smith that he shed Tears, and cried, Lord have Mercy on the Poor!
The Prayers of the Righteous fly upwards, and reach unto the Throne of Heaven, as will be seen in the Sequel.
Mrs. Smith was also greatly concerned at being thus obliged to discard poor Little Margery. She kissed her and cried;
as also did Mr. Smith, but they were obliged to send her away; for the People who had ruined her Father could at any Time have ruined them.
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# Goody Two-Shoes (1881 facsimile)/Chapter 2

CHAP.II.
How and about Mr. Smith.
MR. Smith was a very worthy Clergyman, who lived in the Parish where Little Margery and ​Tommy were born; and having a Relation come to see him, who was a charitable good Man, he sent for these Children to him. The Gentleman ordered Little Margery a new Pair of Shoes, gave Mr. Smith some Money to buy her Cloathes; and said, he would take Tommy and make him a little Sailor; and accordingly had a jacket and Trowsers made for him in which he now appears. Pray look at him.
​After some Days the Gentleman intended to go to London, and take little Tommy with him, of whom you will know more by and by, for we shall at a proper Time present you with some Part of his History, his Travels and Adventures.
The Parting between these two little Children was very affecting, Tommy cried, and Margery cried, and they kissed each other an hundred Times. At last Tommy thus wiped off her Tears
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# Goody Two-Shoes (1881 facsimile)/Chapter 6

CHAP.VI.
How the whole Parish was frighted
Well, I never saw so grand a Funeral in all my Life; but the Money they squandered away, would have been better laid out in little Books for Children, or in Meat, Drink and Cloaths for the Poor.
look very grand; but what End does that answer, otherwise than to display the Pride of the Living, or the Vanity of the Dead. Fie upon such Folly, say I, and Heaven grant that those who want more Sense may have it.
But all the Country round came to see the Burying, and it was late before the Corpse was interred. ​After which, in the Night, or rather about Four o'Clock in the Morning, the Bells were heard to jingle in the Steeple, which frightened the People prodigiously, who all thought it was Lady Ducktington's Ghost dancing among the Bell-ropes. The People flocked to Will Dobbins the Clerk, and wanted him to go and see what it was; but William said, he was sure it was a Ghost, and that he would not offer to open the Door. At length Mr. Long the Rector, hearing such an Uproar in the Village, went to the Clerk, to know why he did not go into the Church; and see who was there. I go, Sir, says William why the Ghost would frighten me out of my Wits.—Mrs. Dobbins too cried, and laying hold of her Husband said, he should not be eat up by the Ghost. A Ghost, you Blockheads, says Mr. ​Long in a Pet, did either of you ever see a Ghost, or know any Body that did? Yes, says the Clerk, my Father did once in the Shape of a Windmill, and it walked all round the Church in a white Sheet, with Jack Boots on, and had a Gun by its Side instead of a Sword. A fine Picture of a Ghost truly, says Mr. Long, give me the Key of the Church, you Monkey; for I tell you there is no such Thing now, whatever may have been formerly.—Then taking the Key, he went to the Church, all the people following him. As soon as he had opened the Door, what Sort of a Ghost do ye think appeared? Why Little Two-Shoes, who being weary, had fallen asleep in one of the Pews during the Funeral Service, and was shut in all Night. She immediately asked Mr. Long's Pardon for the ​Trouble she had given him, told him, she had been locked into the Church, and said, she should not have rung the Bells, but that she was very cold, and hearing Farmer Boult's Man go whistling by with his Horses, she was in Hopes he would have went to the Clerk for the Key to let her out.
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# Goody Two-Shoes (1881 facsimile)/Chapter 14

CHAP.V.
The Whole History of the Considering Cap, set forth at large, for the Benefit of all whom it may concern.
and on the third, I'll consider of it. The other Parts on the outside, were filled with odd characters, as unintelligible as the Writings of the old Egyptians; but within Side there was a Direction for its Use, of the utmost Consequence; for it strictly enjoined the Possessor to put on the Cap, whenever he found his Passion begin to grow turbulent, and not to ​deliver a Word whilst it was on, but with great Coolness and Moderation. As this Cap was an universal Cure for Wrong-headedness and prevented numberless Disputes and Quarrels, it greatly hurt the Trade of the poor Lawyers, but was of the utmost Service to the rest of the Community. They were bought by Husbands and Wives, who had themselves frequent Occasion for them, and sometimes lent them to their Children: They were also purchased in large Quantities by Masters and Servants; by young Folks, who were intent on Matrimony, by Judges, Jurymen, and even Physicians and Divines; nay, if we may believe History, the Legislators of the Land did not disdain the Use of them; and we are told, that when any important Debate arose, Cap, was the Word, and ​each House looked like a grand Synod of Egyptian Priests. Nor was this Cap of left Use to Partners in Trade, for with these, as well as with Husband and Wife, if one was out of Humour, the other threw him the Cap, and he was obliged to pat it on, and keep it till all was quiet. I myself saw thirteen Caps worn at a Time in one Family, which could not have subsisted an Hour without them; and I was particularly pleased at Sir Humphry Hustrum’s to hear a little Girl, when her Father was out of Humour, ask ther Mamma, if she should reach down the Cap? These Caps, indeed, were of such Utility, that People of Sense never went without them; and it was common in the Country, when a Booby made his Appearance, and talked Nonsense, to say, he had no Cap in his pocket.
Advice from Friar Bacon.
Yours Roger Bacon.
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# Goody Two-Shoes (1881 facsimile)/Chapter 4

CHAP.IV.
How Little Margery learned to read, and by Degrees taught others.
LITTLE Margery saw how good, and how wise Mr. Smith was, and concluded, that this was owing to his great Learning, therefore she wanted of all Things to learn to read. For this Purpose she used to meet the little Boys and Girls as they came from School, borrow their Books, and sit down and read till they returned;
By this Means she soon got more Learning than any of her Playmates, and laid the following Scheme for instructing those who were more ignorant than herself. She found, that only the following Letters were required to spell all the Words in the World; but as some of these Letters are large and some small, she with ​her Knife cut out of several Pieces of Wood ten Setts of each of these:
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s s t u v w x y z.
And six setts of these:
A B C D E F G H I K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.
And having got an old Spelling-Book, she made her Companions set up all the Words they wanted to spell, and after that she taught them to compose Sentences. You know what a Sentence is, my Dear, I will be good, is a Sentence; and is made up, as you see, of several Words.
The usual Manner of Spelling, or carrying on the Game, as they called ​it, was this: Suppose the Word to be spelt was Plumb Pudding (and who can suppose a better) the Children were placed in a Circle, and the first brought the Letter P, the next l, the next u, the next m, and so on till the Whole was spelt; and if any one brought a wrong Letter, he was to pay a Fine, or play no more. This was at their Play; and every Morning she used to go round to teach the Children with these Rattle-traps in a Basket, as you see in the Print.
I once went her Rounds with her, and was highly diverted, as you may be, if you please to look into the next Chapter.
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# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How the Babes in the Wood Showed They Couldn't Be Beaten

A man of kind and noble mind  Was H. Gustavus Hyde. ’T would be amiss to add to this  At present, for he died, In full possession of his senses, The day before my tale commences.
One half his gold his four-year-old  Son Paul was known to win, And Beatrix, whose age was six,  For all the rest came in, Perceiving which, their Uncle Ben did A thing that people said was splendid.
For by the hand he took them, and  Remarked in accents smooth: “One thing I ask. Be mine the task  These stricken babes to soothe! My country home is really charming: I’ll teach them all the joys of farming.”
One halcyon week they fished his creek,  And watched him do the chores, In haylofts hid, and, shouting, slid  Down sloping cellar doors: — Because this life to bliss was equal The more distressing is the sequel.
Concealing guile beneath a smile,  He took them to a wood, And, with severe and most austere  Injunctions to be good, He left them seated on a gateway, And took his own departure straightway.
Though much afraid, the children stayed  From ten till nearly eight; At times they wept, at times they slept,  But never left the gate: Until the swift suspicion crossed them That Uncle Benjamin had lost them.
Then, quite unnerved, young Paul observed:  “It’s like a dreadful dream, And Uncle Ben has fallen ten  Per cent, in my esteem. Not only did he first usurp us, But now he’s left us here on purpose!”
For countless years their childish fears  Have made the reader pale, For countless years the public’s tears  Have started at the tale, For countless years much detestation Has been expressed for their relation.
So draw a veil across the dale  Where stood that ghastly gate. No need to tell. You know full well  What was their touching fate, And how with leaves each little dead breast Was covered by a Robin Redbreast!
But when they found them on the ground,  Although their life had ceased, Quite near to Paul there lay a small  White paper, neatly creased. “Because of lack of any merit, B. Hyde,” it ran, “we disinherit!”
The Moral: If you deeply long  To punish one who’s done you wrong, Though in your lifetime fail you may,  Where there’s a will, there is a way!
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How the Peaceful Aladdin Gave Way to His Madness

His name was Aladdin. The clothes he was clad in  Proclaimed him an Arab at sight, And he had for a chum An uncommonly rum  Old afreet, six cubits in height. This person infernal, Who seemed so fraternal,  At bottom was frankly a scamp: His future to sadden, He gave to Aladdin  A wonderful magical lamp.
A marvel he dubbed it. He said if one rubbed it  One’s wishes were done on the spot. Now what would you do Were it offered to you?  Refuse it undoubtedly (not)! It’s thus comprehensive With pleasure extensive  Aladdin accepted the gift, And, by it befriended, Erected a splendid  Château, with a bath and a lift!
Not dreaming of malice, One year in his palace  He led a luxurious life, Till his genius dread Put it into his head  That he needed a beautiful wife. Responding to friction, The lamp this affliction  At once for Aladdin secured; The latter, delighted, Imagined he sighted  A future of quiet assured.
When gladly he chose her, He didn’t suppose her  A philatelist, always agape For novelties, yet She had all of the set.  Of triangular stamps of the Cape. Some people malicious Proclaimed her Mauritius  One-penny vermilion a sell. But that was all rot. It Was true she had got it,  And the tuppenny blue one as well!
Since thus she collected, As might be expected,  She didn’t for bric-a-brac care, So she traded the lamp For an Ecuador stamp  That somebody told her was rare! This act served to madden The mind of Aladdin,  But, ’spite of his impotent wrath, His manor-house vanished, To nothingness banished,  And while he was taking a bath!
The average Arab Is hard as a scarab  When some one has wounded his pride, So he jumped up and down, With a cynical frown,  On the face of his beautiful bride! He had picked up a cargo Of curious argot  While living in Paris the gay; In the slang of that city He cried without pity:  “Comme ça tu me fich’ras la paix!”
The Moral: When stamps you’re adept on  Of risks you are reckless, and yet Beware! If your face is once stepped on,  That’s the last stamp you’re likely to get!
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How a Girl Was Too Reckless of Grammar by Far

Matilda Maud Mackenzie  frankly hadn’t any chin, Her hands were rough, her feet she  turned invariably in;  Her general form was German,  By which I mean that you  Her waist could not determine  To within a foot or two: And not only did she stammer, But she used the kind of grammar  That is called, for sake of euphony, askew.
From what I say about her,  don’t imagine I desire A prejudice against this  worthy creature to inspire.  She was willing, she was active,  She was sober, she was kind,  But she never looked attractive  And she hadn’t any mind! I knew her more than slightly, And I treated her politely  When I met her, but of course I wasn’t blind!
Matilda Maud Mackenzie  had a habit that was droll, She spent her morning seated  on a rock or on a knoll,  And threw with much composure  A smallish rubber ball  At an inoffensive osier  By a little waterfall; But Matilda’s way of throwing Was like other people’s mowing,  And she never hit the willow-tree at all!
One day as Miss Mackenzie  with uncommon ardor tried To hit the mark, the missile  flew exceptionally wide,  And, before her eyes astounded,  On a fallen maple’s trunk  Ricochetted, and rebounded  In the rivulet, and sunk! Matilda, greatly frightened, In her grammar unenlightened,  Remarked: “Well now I ast yer!  Who’d ’er thunk?”
But what a marvel followed!  From the pool at once there rose A frog, the sphere of rubber  balanced deftly on his nose.  He beheld her fright and frenzy,  And, her panic to dispel,  On his knee by Miss Mackenzie  He obsequiously fell. With quite as much decorum As a speaker in a forum  He started in his history to tell.
“Fair maid,” he said, “I beg you  do not hesitate or wince, If you’ll promise that you’ll wed me,  I’ll at once become a prince;  For a fairy, old and vicious,  An enchantment round me spun!”  Then he looked up, unsuspicious,  And he saw what he had won, And in terms of sad reproach, he Made some comments, sotto voce,  (Which the publishers have bidden me to shun!)
Matilda Maud Mackenzie  said, as if she meant to scold: “I never! Why, you forward thing!  Now ain’t you awful bold!”  Just a glance he paused to give her,  And his head was seen to clutch,  Then he darted to the river,  And he dived to beat the Dutch! While the wrathful maiden panted: “I don’t think he was enchanted!”  (And he really didn’t look it overmuch!)
The Moral: In one’s language one conserva-  tive should be: Speech is silver, and it never should be free!
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How the Fatuous Wish of a Peasant Came True

An excellent peasant, Of character pleasant,  Once lived in a hut with his wife. He was cheerful and docile, But such an old fossil  You wouldn’t meet twice in your life. His notions were all without reason or rhyme, Such dullness in any one else were a crime,  But the folly pig-headed To which he was wedded Was so deep imbedded,  it touched the sublime!
He frequently stated Such quite antiquated  And singular doctrines as these: “Do good unto others! All men are your brothers!”  (Of course he forgot the Chinese!) He said that all men were made equal and free, (That’s true if they’re born on our side of the sea!)  That truth should be spoken, And pledges unbroken: (Now where, by that token,  would most of us be?)
One day, as his pottage He ate in his cottage,  A fairy stepped up to the door; Upon it she hammered, And meekly she stammered:  “A morsel of food I implore.” He gave her sardines, and a biscuit or two, And she said in reply, when her luncheon was through,  “In return for these dishes Of bread and of fishes The first of your wishes  I’ll make to come true!”
That nincompoop peasant Accepted the present,  (As most of us probably would,) And, thinking her bounty To turn to account, he  Said: “Now I’ll do somebody good! I won’t ask a thing for myself or my wife, But I’ll make all my neighbors with happiness rife.  Whate’er their conditions, Henceforward, physicians And indispositions They’re rid of for life!”
These words energetic The fairy’s prophetic  Announcement brought instantly true: With singular quickness Each victim of sickness  Was made over, better than new, And people who formerly thought they were doomed With almost obstreperous healthiness bloomed,  And each had some platitude, Teeming with gratitude, For the new attitude  life had assumed.
Our friend’s satisfaction Concerning his action  Was keen, but exceedingly brief. The wrathful condition Of every physician  In town was surpassing belief! Professional nurses were plunged in despair, And chemists shook passionate fists in the air:  They called at his dwelling, With violence swelling, His greeting repelling  with arrogant stare.
They beat and they battered, They slammed and they shattered,  And did him such serious harm, That, after their labors, His wife told the neighbors  They’d caused her excessive alarm! They then set to work on his various ills, And plied him with liniments, powders, and pills,  And charged him so dearly That all of them nearly Made double the yearly amount of their bills.
 This Moral by the tale is taught: —  The wish is father to the thought.  (We’d oftentimes escape the worst  If but the thinking part came first!)
# Grimm Tales Made Gay/How the Helpmate of Blue-Beard Made Free with a Door

A maiden from the Bosphorus, With eyes as bright as phosphorus,  Once wed the wealthy bailiff  Of the caliph  Of Kelat. Though diligent and zealous, he Became a slave to jealousy.  (Considering her beauty,  ’T was his duty  To be that!)
When business would necessitate A journey, he would hesitate,  But, fearing to disgust her,  He would trust her  With his keys, Remarking to her prayerfully: “I beg you’ll use them carefully.  Don’t look what I deposit  In that closet,  If you please.”
It may be mentioned, casually, That blue as lapis lazuli  He dyed his hair, his lashes,  His mustaches,  And his beard. And, just because he did it, he Aroused his wife’s timidity:  Her terror she dissembled,  But she trembled  When he neared.
This feeling insalubrious Soon made her most lugubrious,  And bitterly she missed her  Elder sister  Marie Anne: She asked if she might write her to Come down and spend a night or two,  Her husband answered rightly  And politely:  “Yes, you can!”
Blue-Beard, the Monday following, His jealous feeling swallowing,  Packed all his clothes together  In a leather-  Bound valise, And, feigning reprehensibly, He started out, ostensibly  By traveling to learn a  Bit of Smyrna  And of Greece.
His wife made but a cursory Inspection of the nursery;  The kitchen and the airy  Little dairy  Were a bore, As well as big or scanty rooms, And billiard, bath, and ante-rooms,  But not that interdicted  And restricted  Little door!
For, all her curiosity Awakened by the closet he  So carefully had hidden,  And forbidden  Her to see, This damsel disobedient Did something inexpedient,  And in the keyhole tiny  Turned the shiny  Little key:
Then started back impulsively, And shrieked aloud convulsively—  Three heads of maids he’d wedded  And beheaded  Met her eye! And turning round, much terrified, Her darkest fears were verified,  For Blue-Beard stood behind her,  Come to find her  On the sly!
Perceiving she was fated to Be soon decapitated, too,  She telegraphed her brothers  And some others  What she feared. And Sister Anne looked out for them, In readiness to shout for them  Whenever in the distance  With assistance  They appeared.
But only from her battlement She saw some dust that cattle meant.  The ordinary story  Isn’t glory,  But a jest. But here’s the truth unqualified. The husband wasn’t mollified  Her head is in his bloody  Little study  With the rest!
The Moral: Wives, we must allow,  Who to their husbands will not bow, A stern and dreadful lesson learn  When, as you’ve read, they’re cut in turn.
# Grin v. Shine

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United States Supreme Court
187 U.S. 181
Grin v. Shine
Argued: November 3, 1902. --- Decided: December 1, 1902

## Notes

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