. Farm legends. ogers, he came to me;Wife is agoin to die, said he. Doctors great, an doctors small,Havent improved her any at all. The Doctors Story. yj Physic and blister, powders and pills,And nothing sure but the doctors bills! Twenty women, with remedies my wife the whole day through. Sweet as honey, or bitter as gall —Poor old woman, she takes em all. Sour or sweet, whatever they choose,Poor old woman, she darent refuse. So she pleases whoeer may call,An Death is suited the best of all. Physic and blister, powder an pill—•Bound to conquer, and sure to kill! III. Mrs. Eogers la
. Farm legends. ogers, he came to me;Wife is agoin to die, said he. Doctors great, an doctors small,Havent improved her any at all. The Doctors Story. yj Physic and blister, powders and pills,And nothing sure but the doctors bills! Twenty women, with remedies my wife the whole day through. Sweet as honey, or bitter as gall —Poor old woman, she takes em all. Sour or sweet, whatever they choose,Poor old woman, she darent refuse. So she pleases whoeer may call,An Death is suited the best of all. Physic and blister, powder an pill—•Bound to conquer, and sure to kill! III. Mrs. Eogers lay in her bed. Bandaged and blistered from foot to head. Blistered and bandaged from head to toe,Mrs. Rogers was very low. Bottle and saucer, spoon and cup,On the table stood bravely up; Physics of high and low degree;Calomel, catnip, boneset tea; Every thing a body could bear,Excepting light and water and air. IV. I opened the blinds; the day was bright,And God gave Mrs. Rogers some light. 78 farm Leo-ends. •I TUKEW THEM AS FAK AS I COULD THROW. I opened the window; the day was fair,And God gave Mrs. Rogers some air. Bottles and blisters, powders and pills,Catnip, boneset, sirups, and squills; Drugs and medicines, high and low,I threw them as far as I could throw. What are you doing? my patient cried;Frightening Death, I coolly replied. You are crazy ! a visitor said :I flung a bottle at his head. The Doctors Story. ^q V. Deacon Rogers he came to me;Wife is a-gettin her health, said he. I really think she will worry through;She scolds me just as she used to do, All the people have poohed an slurred—All the neighbors have had their word; Twere better to perish, some of em say,Than be cured in such an irregular way. VI. Your wife, said I, had Gods good care,And His remedies, light and water and air, All of the doctors, beyond a have cured Mrs. Roo;ers without VII. The deacon smiled and bowed his head;Then your bill is nothing, he said. Gods be the glory, a
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