Poetical . s so. Now, when the stethoscope came out,The flies began to buzz and whiz ; — 0 ho ! the matter is clear, no doubt;An aneurism there plainly is. The bruit de rape and the bruit de scieAnd the bruit de diable are all com-bined ; How happy Bouillaud would be,If he a case like this could find ! Now, when the neighboring doctorsfound A case so rare had been descried,They every day her ribs did pound In squads of twenty ; so she died. Then six young damsels, slight and frail,Eeceived this kind young doctorscares ;They all were getting slim and pale,And short of breath on mounting
Poetical . s so. Now, when the stethoscope came out,The flies began to buzz and whiz ; — 0 ho ! the matter is clear, no doubt;An aneurism there plainly is. The bruit de rape and the bruit de scieAnd the bruit de diable are all com-bined ; How happy Bouillaud would be,If he a case like this could find ! Now, when the neighboring doctorsfound A case so rare had been descried,They every day her ribs did pound In squads of twenty ; so she died. Then six young damsels, slight and frail,Eeceived this kind young doctorscares ;They all were getting slim and pale,And short of breath on mountingstairs. They all made rhymes with sighs and skies,And loathed their puddings and but-tered rolls,And dieted, much to their friends sur-prise,On pickles and pencils and chalk andcoals. So fast their little hearts did bound,The frightened insects buzzed themore ; So over all their chests he foundThe rale sifflant, and the rale sonore. He shook his head ; — there s gravedisease, —I greatly fear you all must die;. EXTRACTS FROM A MEDICAL POEM. 45 A slight post-mortem, if you please,• Surviving friends would gratify. The six young damsels wept aloud,Which so prevailed on six young men, That each his honest love avowed,Whereat they all got well again. This poor young man was all aghast ; The price of stethoscopes came down ;And so he was reduced at last To practise in a country town. The doctors being very sore,A stethoscope they did devise, That had a rammer to clear the bore,With a knob at the end to kill the flies. Now use your ears, all you that can,But dont forget to mind your eyes, Or you may be cheated, like this youngman,By a couple of silly, abnormal flies. EXTRACTS FROM A MEDICAL POEM. THE STABILITY OF SCIENCE. The feeble sea-birds, blinded in thestorms,On some tall lighthouse dash their little forms,And the rude granite scatters for their painsThose small deposits that were meant for the proud fabric in the mornings sunStands all unconscious of the misch
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