Tomorrow, nor tomorrow, nor tomorrow!" ABOVE ALL PRICE OF WEALTH THE BODY'S JEWEL-NOT FOR MINDS PROFANE, TO BE APPROACHED AND TOUCHED WITH SERIOUS FEAR, But, zounds! each fellow with a suit of black, And, strange to fame, With a diplomaed name, That carries two more letters pick-a-back, With cane, and snuffbox, powdered wig, and block, And dares to treat our wondrous mechanism Yet, how would common sense esteem the man, O how, my unrelated German cousin, Who having some such time-keeper on trial, Take my advice, 'tis given without a fee, Drown, drown your book ten thousand fathoms deep, -THOMAS HOOD Our Faith Read at the annual dinner of the Homœopathic Medical Society of Western Massachusetts, Springfield, March 20, 1895. 'S comrades of a scattered band At war against disease and death, We reaffirm, but not abuse, The sacred rights for which we stand The right to take, the right to use, The best our wisdom can command. We bow unto no man the knee, We brook no ancient, iron creed; To Truth wherever she may lead. Whate 'er of worth the fathers wrought We honor age, we honor youth, Nor care we what the means, or whence And subtle potencies of mind,— From earth, or air, or sun, or seas, Or from the lightning 's lurid breath,We care not, so they heal disease And stay the awful hand of death. If this be "dogmatism blind," With dear old Whittier we say: Pray for us, that our feet may find Albeit this our faith holds fast- Like Calvary over Sinal towers! The long-used lancet lies at rest; The leech bides in its native flood; And ne 'er again, at man 's behest, Shall they regale on human blood. The cruel thirst of time ago Is lost in crystal waters quaffed; For Hahnemann has lived-and lo! The fevered lip hath cooling draught! All honor to that gracious name! But Heaven forbid that we should boast It seems so swallowed up and lost The unattained! Stupendous word! What whisperings from futurity! It points us to a golden day, A day when gladness grief shall drown, From Therapeutics' envious eyes; A day when time, exempt from fears, Perchance he may on earth remain Indeed we cannot apprehend The wonders we may yet behold, When wicked germs no more shall dare To stifle babies at the breast, And all the microbes of the air Have been forever laid at rest; When people, of whatever "school," Shall cease to "dose"-if cease they can,And learn that Nature, as a rule, If not abused is true to man. 'Tis coming! Yes, we dare to hope, Though doubt doth every point beset, The culture tube and microscope Will solve the mighty problem yet. 'Tis coming-the protecting light Of higher knowledge yet to be- 'Tis coming! Expectation thrills Are bannered with the flags of dawn! -DR. N. W. RAND. Esthetics in Medicine Y your leave, I desire just to call your attention, B tion The fact that the science of beauty is rarely Be brought into physic; for what shall we do And nothing that's lovely, and nothing that 's bright, With a flower on his breast (a carnation rose), |