Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1857-09-24
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Curative Art.

Curative Art.
Descend, Oh Muse, my benrt inspire
And cloth my words with living fire,
With glowing thoughts let me impart
The wonders of curative art,
= Which hidden long from mortal sight
Our modern savans bring to light:
The dreams of Escuiapius old
How great so e'er they were or bold
Could fathom not the power profound
That now his science does surrounds
Hippocrates with wisdom rare
Her glorious spread coula not declare;
Then it was known by learning's few,
~ The vulgar nop prDise it too;
Attended then with much disgrace,
And Oft debarred from rank and place;
Her votaries now soon gain renown,
While wealth and tame their labors crown:.
By the good name their pills create
They claim their place among the great,
Or In luxurious splendoi roll
Amid the gifts of either pole,
Which they-great paradox we find
Obtain by aiding all mankind
But leaving them in pompous state,
We viii in truth their acts relate;
How in their tolls and labors vast
They've all philanthropists surpassed,
And done for poor afflicted man
More good than all the Gaming clan
Who boast their charitable acts
But fail to prove by stubborn facts
In founding hospitals for all
On whom disease and want shall fall,
Or strive in long established ways
To check the King of Terrors svuy,
But Laey by efforts more direct,
The secret cause at once detect,
And quickly can the force supply
That will the shafts OF death defy;
And every i'll of life they'll cure
And length of days to all ensure,
For wonderful SIS it may seem
A sovereign balm their drugs they deem
To drive all false secretions out,
And cure consumption or the gout;
With like facility apply
A wound TO heal or purify
The vital food from humors vile
That else would clog its cause ere hile,
And end in ruinous decay
IF it was not quickly purged away:
That they beyond all doubt may prove
Their actions all do spring from love.
For our diseased and suffering race,
And selfish aims can have no place
Where. in their labors vast, profound,
But motives pure have e'er been found,
They search each field and wooded bower
For roots and herbs OF magic power,
or cen to distant lands repair
And urge their toilsome ldbors there,
Where miasmatic scourges dire
Mankind consumes like raging fire.
With constansy of purposed aim
Their work pursue, and lear disdain;
Assisted by the chemists skill
The long sought treasures they distill,
Collect. compare and analyze
All that earth's varied stores comprise;ii
In combination strong and rare
They seek Nostrum to prepare,
Which catholicon shall be
A universal remedy
For every ill, and ache, and pain,
Relief from which we seek t'obtain,
Until the magic drug they've sought
Is surely from oblivion brought,
And proves by cures of which they boast
Results miraculous almost
And by th'efiects its use attend
That 'tis mans sure unfailing friend;
That oil its virtues great should know
Is slified BY lac Is they show
Where many By their friends given DER
1t dad 10 health again restore,
And others near the yawning grave
.Were taught its wondrous power 10 save,
While ali who use il surely4nd
Relief for body or the mind.
Some hawk, in defamation loud,
Their nostrums to the Phelian crowd,
Beyond dispute each proves his own
The best OF all the physics known,
Where others have so often failed
His own has always quite prevailed,
And competition he defes,
ey all the drugs below the skies.
While others in politer phrase
Their pills mysterious virtues praise,
In words of learned length proclaim
Their title to eternal fame,
And with minutest scruting
Our constitutional malady
Make known to all who chance to read
What they've prepared for vulgar greed,
Until the whole conceited mass
Are wise at least as Baalam's Ass,
And know as much curative art
As their instructors can impart
Who fear they may the world displease
If they their liberty abuse
And of the raw inater;aluse,
(Yet if Ills called by other name
Fear not to quaff good round dram.l
To suit their taste. some doctors kind
Dissolve their drugs in liquors fine,
Whose sparkling flow and healthful bead,
Cause all disease 10 haste with speed
Their hold upon our mortal frame I
Forever now to quit the name.
Yet some there are who still prefer
Their good by "boli'' to confer,
And lest aversion we might take
Because of bitter pills they make,
With sugar do they coat them DER,
And dose you with from two to FOUR
For all our wants do they provide,
Zen should we 'bolt'' or should "imbiben
Then quaff and live, for lest they lie
One thing Is sure. you ne'er can die.
TY
GAINESVILLE, July 25th, 1857.