The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-12-23

father, or perishing children; their bodies are
suffering the burning hell-fres of poisonous
doses. Calomel, Autmony, Copper, Zinc,
Arsenic, Arsenious Acid, stramonium, Fox
glove, Morphia, Belladonna, Henbane, Opium,
Nux Vomca, and Narcotne. See the dim lamp
of life as it nickers. Nature stands up to the
fight as a tried warrior, and commands his SOL
diers to come up to the struggle. The Stomach
answers have received ball of arsenic from
the Doctors gum it was his last shot; It has
dissolved itself within me; it feels like liquid
fire; every avenue through which gastric juice
would flow is obstruoted by inflammation from
the dreadful charge. "COme, Liver, can
depend on you to send life, and blood and
vitality to every part of the system" The
Liver answers, 81 know the victory of the day
depended upon my effort, although was very
sick, and sahvated by the last dose l received,
yet when saw my kindred-the nerves-that
had fed for years, trembling and fainting for
the want of pure food, I rallied myself to un-
lock the storehouse of pure blood, and just at
that moment 1 received a bombshell from
deaths gun. 1t was charged with dose
of Calomel, and my rich blood was turned to
burning water. can give no assistance, for
am myself slaughtered by poison" "Ol
Lungs, do not thou fail in this day of battle,
or great man will perish, and go down to the
grave. Do you not see him ? He is gasping-
he is gasping for breath. Come oh come
quickly, or all is lost" The Lungs answer,
''I can do nothing, for have been contracted
for the last five days Every air passage within
me has been poisoned, and the mucous lining
taken of, leaving me no vitality to act upon.
l am chained to the car of death by that dread
enemy, Anthony" At this critical moment
the doctor arrived. The weeping wife and
helpless children gather around him, with
bitter tears and cries. They ask, "Can there
not be change of medicine We would like
to try Doctor Wishart's Pine Tree Tar Cor
dial; we have heard of its great popularity to
cure when all hope seemed to be gone, in cases
of Consumption, Liver Complaint, and Dyspep-
sia; and, doctor, we have thought if you would
give your consent, we would send for the Pine
Tree Tar Cordial at once; it may save the life
of my husband" "No," says the doctor, 81
am not willing to give the case up yet. will
give one more dose-it shall be Belladonna." +"
And it was given. The fort was stormed, and
it yielded-all was lost by the poisonous DOSE
He made his last call, and he attempted to
comfort and quiet the broken-h hearted widow
and fatherless and helpless children by telling
them of the shortness of human life and re-
mindng them of the fact that all men must
die. And thus the work of death goes on.
Parents are bereft of their children, children
are left orphans, families are destroyed, So
ciety deprived of her noblest citizens, and the
earth filed with misery and poverty, in con-
sequence of poisonous medication.
Oh fathers and mothers of the millions of
families of America, stand for one hour upon
the summit of intelligence, unshackled from
the chain of prejudice of the selfstyled regu-
lar practitioner and see the destruction of
human life, of men and women of robust con-
| stitution, of youths with the fires of health
shining through their beaming cheeks, and of
the little babe laughing and dancing, full Of
life, upon its mothers knee They are attacked
with the most simple disease, but for fear of
some danger lurking within, the doctor is
sent for, the dose is given, and in the short
| space of one week funeral procession is seen
moving from your doors. We ask, is there
not something wrong2 is there not something
wanting some change in the practice Of me-
dicine There has been a great advancement
in all other sciences; why not in medicine
The old stage has been given up for the quick
travel of the railway car. The tiresome work
of sewing by hand for the rapid sewing
machine. From the slow sCythe to cut the
grass to the wonderful moving machine. From
waiting the arrival of the slow mail to the
quick lightning speed of the telegraph mes.
sage. From the small row-beat to the pow.
erful steamer. From the hand printing-presf