The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1886-01-27
The Press and Banner
Wednesday, Jan. q, 1886.
Ouock Medicines.

Bnt now our Qnacks gamesters, ana theE play
With craft and skill to ruin and hetray; ,
With monstrous promise they delude the mihd,
And thrive on all that t1rtues hunlah'klho.
VOID OF oil honor, avaricinus, raSh,
The daring tribe compound their boasted traSh'-
Tincture "f syrup, lotion, drop or p''i;,
All teupt the sick to trust the lying Dill;
And twenty names of cobblers turned 10 sqWres
Aid ,he hoid language of these b!ushless Liars.
1rher. are a,nu,g them those who cannot reaa,
And vet they'll buy patent ana succeed,
Will dare to promise dyirg sutferersad. go
For who when dead, can threaten or upOralu'
With cruel uvurice still they recommend
More traughts, more syrup, to the journeys eno.
IL feel it not. ot."-'.Then take it every nour."
Alt makes me worse"-"Why, then it shows ITS pow
er." 80.
uu far to die,"-"Let not your spirits sink,
You al ways safe while yon believe and drink.
How strange to add, in this nrtari"ns trade
That men of parts are duIes by ounces made;
That creatures nature meant shon cle"ii our s'ieee
Hoy. purchased lands and mansions. parks and seats
.Wretches with conscience so obtuse, they leave
Their untaupht sons their parents TO deceive;
And when they're laid upon their dying bed,
No thought of murder csmss into :. 'he'. neau'
And then in many paper through the year,
Must cures and cases, oaths and proofs, appear:
Men snutchrd from graves, rs they were dr"plns IN
Their lungs coughcd up, their bones pierced through
their skin:
Their liver all one scirrhus, and the frame
Poisoned with evils which they dare not name;
Men who spent oil upon physician ices,
who never slept nor had moments ease,
Are rs reaches SOUND, ana al rs o.isH 10 oees
Tronbled with something in your bile or blood,
You think your doctor does you little good;
And grown impatient, you require IN hasle
The nervous cordial. nor dislike the taste;
1t comforts heals and strengthens; nay, you tnlnK
It. makes Won better every time You drink;
Who tipples brandy will some comfort feel,
But will he to tn. medicine set . his seal:
No class escapes them-from the poor mans pay
The nostrom takes no trtnc part away;
scel those square patent bottles from the shop
Now decoration to the cupboird's top;
And there favorite hoard yonll find within,
Companions meet! the iiuep and the gin !.
supRose the case surpasses human skill,
There comes quack to fatter weakness still;
What greater evil con tlatterer do,
Than from himself to take the sufferers view?
To turn from sacred thoughts his reasoning powers
And rob sinner of his dying hours:
Yet this they dare and, craving to the last.
In hopes strong bondage hold their victim fast:
For soul or body no concern have they,
All their inquiry. "Can the patient pay: w
And will he swallow draughts until his dying day.
Observe what ills to nervous females how
When the heart futters and the pulse Is low;
If once induced these cordial sips to try
All feel the ease, and few the danger fly;
For. while obtained. of drains they've all the force
And when denied, the drains are the resource.
Who would not lend sympathizng sigh,
To hear yon infants pi,y-movinS crv:
Then the good nurse (who, had she borne brain,
Had sought the cause that made her babe conpain)
Has all her efforts. loving soul! applied
TO set the cry. and not the cause. aside;
She gave her powerful sweet without remorse,
the sleeping cordiaL-she has tried its force,
Krpeatins Oft; the infant. freed from pain,
Rejected food. but took the dose again.
Sinking to sleep while she her Joy expressed,
That her dear charge could sweetly take his rest.
Soon may she spare her c"rilia; not doubt
Remains but quickly he will rest without.
What then our h"pes?-perhaps there may by Ia"
Be method found these pests to curb and awe;
Yet in this land of freedom, law is slack
With any being to commence attack:
Then let rs trust to science, there are those
Who can their flsehoods and their frauds disclose,
All their vile trash detect and their low tricks eX'
pose.
Perhaps their numbers may in time confonnd
Their arts-as scorpions gve themselves the wound
For when these curers dwell in every place,
While of the cured we not man can trace,
Strong truth may then the public mind persuade,
Aand spoil the fruits Of this nefarious trade.