The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-08-06
THE RIVAL DOCTORS.

homeopathic and DR.. Dosewell, an Eng
lish regular physician, is from a late
chap pter of Bulwer's Varieties of English
Life, now publishing in Frazer's London
Magazine. DIR. Dosewell is under the i'm
preston al first. that DR.. Mo rgan is one
of his own medical schools:l
At seven o'clock DR.. Dosewell arrived,
and was shown into the room of the hon.
oeopathist, who, already up and dressed,
had visited his patient.
My name is Morgan said the homo
eopathist; Il am physician. l leave in
your hands patient whom, fear. neith-
er nor you can restore. Come and look
at him.
The two doctors went into the sick
room. Mr.. Digbv was very feeble, but
he had recovered his consciousness, and
inclined his head courteously.
Il am sorry to cause SO much trouble,
said he. The homeopathic drew away
Helen; the allopathist seated himself by
the bedside and put his question, felt
the pulse. sounded the lungs. and looked
al the tongue of the patient. Helen's
eye was fixed on the strange doctor. and
her color rose, and her eye sparkled when
he got up cheerfully, and said in pleas
ant voice.
You may have a little tea
Tea growled the homoeopathist-'ba bar
barian..
He is better, then, sir'' said Helen,
creeping to the allopathist.
oh, yes, my dear-certainly; and we
shall do very we'll. hope
The two doctors then Withdrew.
Last about week said DIR. Dosewell
smiling pleasantly. and showing a very
white set of teeth.
Il should have said month; but our
systems are different replied DR.. Nor
gan, drily.
DR.. Dosewell, (courteously).-We
country doctors bow to our metropolitan
superiors; what would you advise? You
would venture. perhaps, the experiment
of bleeding
DIR. Morgan. (spluttering and growing
Welsh, which he never did but in excl
temenD. 'Pleed! Cott in heaven! do
you think butcher--an executioner?
Pleed Ncver.'
DR.. Dosewell.-'I don't find it answer
myself, when both lungs are gone! But
perhaps you are for inhaling.'
DIR. Observation-Disclosures!
DIR. Dosewell. .-(with some displeas-
ure.--' What would you advise, then, in
order to prolong our patients life for a
month?'
Dr. Dosewell. --'Rhus, sir, Rhus! |
don't know that medicine. Rhusp
DR.. Morgan.--'Rhus toricodendron.
The length Of the last word excited
DR.. Dosewcll's respect. A word of five
syllables-this was something likel He
bowed deferentially. but still looked puz
zled. At last he said, smiling frankly,
You great London practitioners have SO
many new medicines; may / ask what
Rhus toxiCo-toxico--'
'Dendron.'
sls?'
'The juice of the Upas--vulgarly call
ed the Poison-Trce.
DIR. Dosewe started.
oison-tree--little birds that
come under the shade fall down dead!
You give upas juice in hemoptysis--
what's the dose?'
DIR. Morgan grinned maliciously, and
produced globule the size of a small
pins head.
DR.. Dosewell recoiled in disgust.
OH said he, very coldly, and assuming
at once an air of superb superiority, Il
sea homeopathist, sir!'
"A homeapathistr
UNI
'Um!'
"a strange system, pr. Morgan said
DR.. Dosewell, recovering his cheerful
smile. but with curl of contempt in it.
'and would soon do for the druggists
Serve 'em right. The druggists soon
do for the PATIENTS
SIR
Sir!
DR.. Dosewell, with dignity. You
don't know, perhaps, DR.. Morgan, that
| am an apothecary as well as surgeon.
In fact he added, with certain grand
humility, j have not yet taken diploma
and am but Doctor by courtesy
DR.. Morgan.-'All one, sir! Doctor
signs the death warrant-'pothecary does
the deed.'
DR.. Doscwell. .--(with a withering
sneer.--'Certainly we don't profess to
keep dying man alive upon the juice Of
the deadly upas tree
DR.. Morgan, (complacently).-
course you don't. There are no poisons
with us.-That's just the differen nee be-
tween you and me, Dr.
DR.. Dosewsll, (pointing to the homo
opathist's travelling pharmacopeia, and
with affected candor. )-'Indeed. | have
always said that if you can do 10 good,
You car do no harm. with Your infinite.