The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . ews some med-icine in a vial, which a friend was to administer during thenight. By mistake, he gave the patient some ink from avial which stood near. On discovering the error, his friendexclaimed, O, gracious Heavens, Matthews, I have givenyou ink, instead of medicine. Never— never mind, my dear boy, said the dying man,-faintly; Iwill swallow a piece of blotting paper. An astonished Negro. D
The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . ews some med-icine in a vial, which a friend was to administer during thenight. By mistake, he gave the patient some ink from avial which stood near. On discovering the error, his friendexclaimed, O, gracious Heavens, Matthews, I have givenyou ink, instead of medicine. Never— never mind, my dear boy, said the dying man,-faintly; Iwill swallow a piece of blotting paper. An astonished Negro. Dr. Robertson, of Charleston, S. C, who attended thewriter in 1852, with the yellow fever, was as competent,benevolent, and faithful aphysician as I ever had thepleasure of meeting. Hisservices were in great demandduring the raging of theyellow Jack, and on oneoccasion he was absent fromhis house and office two wholedays and a night. His fam-ily became alarmed, and afaithful old negro was sent insearch of his master. It wasno uncommon occurrence tosee a black man traversingthe streets, ringing a bell,and crying a lost child;but to see a slave searching for his lost master, wras almosta LOST MARSER! LOST MARSER! 210 MASSERS LOST. It was quite dark, and the old negro was shuffling alongKing Street, crying, Masser Robson lost, Masser Robsonlost, when suddenly he was brought to a halt, and silencedby some one saying, — Whats that you are crying, Neb ? His name was Neb-uchadnezzar. O, de Lord! if Masser Dr. Robson haint been anlosshisself! You old fool, Neb, I am your master—Dr. you know me now? exclaimed a familiar voice. Sure enough, it was the doctor, returning from his numer-ous visits, tired and dust-covered. The whole thing solemnly impressed the old darky, who,a day or two later, was met by a ranting Methodist, vulgarlytermed a carpet-bagger , who, in a solemn voice, said, — My colored friend, have you yet found the Lord Jesus? O, golly, ma
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