The Birmingham age-herald., 1904-04-17

want, your inoculation for hydrophobia is itself a species of madness. If the peo- pie would only trust God and do nothing the bite of the dog afflicted with rabies would be a tonic instead of death" It would say to Koch of Berlin and Fin sen of Norway: "Fooish men. why hunt the bacilli of consumption and cancer with the penetrating eye of the micro scope? God will and can cure disease if we will ask him. Let us pray that all these evil bacili give one gasp and die, and they will die. The prevention of dis ease is entirely the work of the prayer chamber, not of the scientists laborato- ry." Is such advice that rational? Is it in accord with the laws of scriptural common sense?
 Are all the results of Dr. Maillot's in vestigations to go for naught? In 1892 this famous physician, who died in 1894. was a surgeon in the French army sta toned in Algeria At that time one In every three and a half men sent by the French government across the Mediter- ranean died of African fever. Dr. Mail lot went on in his investigation until at last by prescribing .quinine to the Af- rican recruits the death rate in the French army of Algeria was changed from one in every three and one-half men to one in every twenty men. Are all the sanitary investigations for the purification of the city water supplies made by bacteriologists to go for naught If you stop the work of the physicians curing diseases. then you must also stop the scientific investigations of the phy- sicians trying to prevent diseases.
 The Poor Mans Helper.
 To most of us the old fashioned doctor yet lives in the memory of our village childhood. He knew every family secret for miles around. He had heard the fam fly skeleton rattlng in many a dark closet. He was at every birth at every marriage altar and at every funeral. With him the village church bell sounded a dirge almost as often as 1t chimed for a wedding We knew not when we loved him the most-when he was gathering the rosebuds in the garden of the na- tivity or intwining the orange blossoms or placing the white lily alongside of the pale cheek in the casket There was a kind of religious rattle in his old gig. That child was the most envied of the village who could sit by his side and hold the reins over the back of the old mare, that seemed to be just as old as the doc tor and to know just many family secrets. yet 1t could not gossip any more than did its master. When the boy was in trouble this kind old doctor would place his hand upon the lads shoulder and give him advice. The young maiden would smile under the twinkle of his fatherly eye as he chatted to her of her first sweetheart. Even the bees would buzz louder and the dogs bark more hap oily, and their tails would wag faster as the doctor drove along We remember the old black bag he always carried and the long white bandages he placed about the splints when we fell of the haymow and broke our arm. The strange looking bottles filled with pills-bottles that all looked alike-and the pills. too, seemed to be the same.
 When the minister on the Sabbath day entered the pulpit and gave out the first hymn down the church aisle the good old doctor would walk He was always a ht-