The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1892-01-15
It WAS lnffuenza in chose DAYS.

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habltants Of this evidences Of woe"
were afflicted very much as people are
now-no special trouble, but a general
ailment in all parts Of the human
anatomy. These + more progressive
days. and we suffer from La Grippe,
while they were afflicted with simply
influenza. How it afflicted people in
those days is wildly portrayed by
Thackery in his Punch and the Infu-
enza." written in December, 1847, as
follows:
"At the beginning Of the week, when
the influenza seemed at the highest
when the Prime Minister and his
household-when the public offices and
all the chiefs and subordinates-when
the public schools and all the masters
and little boys-when the very doctors
and a%pothecarles of the town we're
themselves in bed-it was not a little
gratifying to Mr.. Punch to find that
his contributors, though sick, were at
their duty: and though PROSTATE, were
PROSTATE still round their post. At
the first moment when Mr.. Punch him
self could STIR, after his own attack, he
rushes to the touches of his young
men; and he found them in the fol-
lowing positions and circumstances OF
life.
First: That favorite writer and
amusing man, Nh. James, (author Of
some of the most popular pages in this
or any other miscellany, appeared in
the following attitude. Tortured by
pain, and worn down by water Cruel,
covered over by his ~pea-jacket. his
dressing-gown, his best and inferior
clothes, and all the blankets with
which his lodging house supplies him,
with six phials of medicine and an INK
bottle by his side, James was still at
work, on the bed of sickness-still
making jokes under calamity. The
three most admirable articles IN the
present number are written, let it suf-
flee to say, by James.
Janes's manuscript secured, it be-
came Mr. Punch's duty to hurry to
Smith for his designs. Smith, too, was
at his duty. Though Mrs. Smith, the
artists wife, told Mr.. Punch that her
husbands death was certain, if he
should be called upon to exert himself
at such a moment, Mr.. Punch, regard
less Of a fond wife's fears, rushed into
the young artists bed-chamber. And
what did he see there? Smith at
work, drawing the very cleverest carl
cature which his admirable pencil had
as yet produced: drawing cheerfully,
though torn by cough, sore throat.
headache, and pains in limbs, and
though the printers boy (who never
leaves him) was asleep by the bedside
in a chair. Taking out a bank note of
immense value, Mr.. Punch laid it
down on Mr.. Smiths pillow, and
pushed on to another of his esteemed
correspondents-the celebrated Brown,
in a word-who was POUNDS as follows:
In a warm bath, composing those fine
sentiments winch the reader will rec
ognize in his noble, heart stirring arti.
Giles of this week, and as resigned and
hearty as if he had been Seneca.
He was very i'll and seemingly on
the point Of dissolution; but his gaiety
never deserted him. You see l am
trying to get the steam up still! he
exclaimed with q sickly smile, and a
look of resignation so touching that
Mr.. Punch, unable to bear the sight,
had only leisure to lay an order for a
very large amount of 6. s. d. upon the
g%ood-natureds mans. clothes horse, and
to quit the room.
The last of his contributors whom
MIR. Punch visited on that day was the
Fat One. Nothing will ever all him.
Mr.. P. mentally remarked. He has
according to his own showing) had
the yellow fever in Jamaica and New
Orleans, the plague twice, and in the
most propitious spots for that disease
the jungle fever, the pontine ague,
etc., etc.; every disease, in fact, in ev-
cry quarter of this miserable globe.
A little influenza won't make any diff
ference to such a tough old traveller
as that; and we shall find him more
jocose and brilliant than ever
MI. Punch called at the F. C's cham
hers in Jermyu street, and saw, what:
An immense huddle Of cloaks and
blankets piled over an immovable
mass. All Mr.. P. could see Of the con.
trihutor was a part of his red Turkish
cap Tor tarboosh) peeping from under
the coverlids. A wheezy groan wa:
the tarboosh's reply to Mr.. Punch's
heterogeneous.
Come, +. c., my boy said Mr.. P
encouragingly, everybody else is do
ing his duty, you must be up anc