The Doctor's windowCharles Wells Moulton, 1897 - 288 psl. |
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... . 118 119 • Samuel Garth • · 120 Richard Graves 124 • . Dr. Joseph B. Griswold 125 . Charles Dickens 128 • Charles Lansing Raymond . 129 . • Geoffrey Chaucer 130 • THE WOMAN HEALER THE DOCTOR AND I THE CITY DEAD vi TABLE OF CONTENTS.
... . 118 119 • Samuel Garth • · 120 Richard Graves 124 • . Dr. Joseph B. Griswold 125 . Charles Dickens 128 • Charles Lansing Raymond . 129 . • Geoffrey Chaucer 130 • THE WOMAN HEALER THE DOCTOR AND I THE CITY DEAD vi TABLE OF CONTENTS.
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... Graves . Lurana W. Sheldon Dr. T. P. Wilson .. 182 183 · • • • 184 185 Henry Coolidge Semple . . . 187 Dr. Lemuel Hopkins • . . 191 · Dr. Andrew H. Smith . . . 193 J. C. Bayles • Dr. Frederick Peterson · • · ODE TO DR . HAHNEMANN , THE ...
... Graves . Lurana W. Sheldon Dr. T. P. Wilson .. 182 183 · • • • 184 185 Henry Coolidge Semple . . . 187 Dr. Lemuel Hopkins • . . 191 · Dr. Andrew H. Smith . . . 193 J. C. Bayles • Dr. Frederick Peterson · • · ODE TO DR . HAHNEMANN , THE ...
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... . Dr. Wm . Henry Drummond . 271 Richard Dalton Williams . . 273 Anonymous . • . 275 Anonymous 277 · . Anonymous 278 Anonymous 279 ARTHUR PERCIVAL GRAVES . 280 282 • • . 283 285 Anonymous NOTES LIST OF AUTHORS 287 viii TABLE OF CONTENTS.
... . Dr. Wm . Henry Drummond . 271 Richard Dalton Williams . . 273 Anonymous . • . 275 Anonymous 277 · . Anonymous 278 Anonymous 279 ARTHUR PERCIVAL GRAVES . 280 282 • • . 283 285 Anonymous NOTES LIST OF AUTHORS 287 viii TABLE OF CONTENTS.
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... grave M. D.'s , But Nature's graduate , when she schools to please . | Wins back more sufferers with her voice and smile Than all the trumpery in the druggist's pile . Once more , be QUIET : coming up the stair , Don't be a plantigrade ...
... grave M. D.'s , But Nature's graduate , when she schools to please . | Wins back more sufferers with her voice and smile Than all the trumpery in the druggist's pile . Once more , be QUIET : coming up the stair , Don't be a plantigrade ...
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... the languid patient from the grave , While Pity soothes whom Medicine cannot save ! -WILLIAM DUNCOMBE , In a Dissecting Room IGHTLESS eyes half closed beneath Long TO DR . ( AFTERWARDS SIR EDWARD ) WILMOT 27 James Whitcomb Riley.
... the languid patient from the grave , While Pity soothes whom Medicine cannot save ! -WILLIAM DUNCOMBE , In a Dissecting Room IGHTLESS eyes half closed beneath Long TO DR . ( AFTERWARDS SIR EDWARD ) WILMOT 27 James Whitcomb Riley.
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