THE DOCTOR'S STORY.
I.
Goodfolks ever will have their way—Good folks ever for it must pay.But we, who are here and everywhere,The burden of their faults must bear.We must shoulder others' shame—Fight their follies, and take their blame;Purge the body, and humor the mind;Doctor the eyes when the soul is blind;Build the column of health erectOn the quicksands of neglect:Always shouldering others' shame—Bearing their faults and taking the blame!II.Deacon Rogers, he came to me;"Wife is agoin' to die," said he."Doctors great, an' doctors small,Haven't improved her any at all."Physic and blister, powders and pills,And nothing sure but the doctors' bills!"Twenty women, with remedies new,Bother 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 daren't refuse."So she pleases whoe'er 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. Rogers 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.
Goodfolks ever will have their way—Good folks ever for it must pay.But we, who are here and everywhere,The burden of their faults must bear.We must shoulder others' shame—Fight their follies, and take their blame;Purge the body, and humor the mind;Doctor the eyes when the soul is blind;Build the column of health erectOn the quicksands of neglect:Always shouldering others' shame—Bearing their faults and taking the blame!II.Deacon Rogers, he came to me;"Wife is agoin' to die," said he."Doctors great, an' doctors small,Haven't improved her any at all."Physic and blister, powders and pills,And nothing sure but the doctors' bills!"Twenty women, with remedies new,Bother 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 daren't refuse."So she pleases whoe'er 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. Rogers 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.
Goodfolks ever will have their way—Good folks ever for it must pay.
Goodfolks ever will have their way—
Good folks ever for it must pay.
But we, who are here and everywhere,The burden of their faults must bear.
But we, who are here and everywhere,
The burden of their faults must bear.
We must shoulder others' shame—Fight their follies, and take their blame;
We must shoulder others' shame—
Fight their follies, and take their blame;
Purge the body, and humor the mind;Doctor the eyes when the soul is blind;
Purge the body, and humor the mind;
Doctor the eyes when the soul is blind;
Build the column of health erectOn the quicksands of neglect:
Build the column of health erect
On the quicksands of neglect:
Always shouldering others' shame—Bearing their faults and taking the blame!II.Deacon Rogers, he came to me;"Wife is agoin' to die," said he.
Always shouldering others' shame—
Bearing their faults and taking the blame!
II.
Deacon Rogers, he came to me;
"Wife is agoin' to die," said he.
"Doctors great, an' doctors small,Haven't improved her any at all.
"Doctors great, an' doctors small,
Haven't improved her any at all.
"Physic and blister, powders and pills,And nothing sure but the doctors' bills!
"Physic and blister, powders and pills,
And nothing sure but the doctors' bills!
"Twenty women, with remedies new,Bother my wife the whole day through.
"Twenty women, with remedies new,
Bother my wife the whole day through.
"Sweet as honey, or bitter as gall—Poor old woman, she takes 'em all.
"Sweet as honey, or bitter as gall—
Poor old woman, she takes 'em all.
"Sour or sweet, whatever they choose;Poor old woman, she daren't refuse.
"Sour or sweet, whatever they choose;
Poor old woman, she daren't refuse.
"So she pleases whoe'er may call,An' Death is suited the best of all.
"So she pleases whoe'er 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. Rogers lay in her bed.Bandaged and blistered from foot to head.
"Physic and blister, powder an' pill—
Bound to conquer, and sure to kill!"
III.
Mrs. Rogers lay in her bed.
Bandaged and blistered from foot to head.
Blistered and bandaged from head to toe,Mrs. Rogers was very low.
Blistered and bandaged from head to toe,
Mrs. Rogers was very low.
Bottle and saucer, spoon and cup,On the table stood bravely up;
Bottle and saucer, spoon and cup,
On the table stood bravely up;
Physics of high and low degree;Calomel, catnip, boneset tea;
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.
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.
"I THREW THEM AS FAR AS I COULD THROW."
"I THREW THEM AS FAR 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.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 God's good care,And His remedies, light and water and air."All of the doctors, beyond a doubt,Couldn't have cured Mrs. Rogers without."VII.The deacon smiled and bowed his head;"Then your bill is nothing," he said."God's be the glory, as you say!God bless you, doctor! good-day! good-day!"VIII.If ever I doctor that woman again,I'll give her medicine made by men.
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.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 God's good care,And His remedies, light and water and air."All of the doctors, beyond a doubt,Couldn't have cured Mrs. Rogers without."VII.The deacon smiled and bowed his head;"Then your bill is nothing," he said."God's be the glory, as you say!God bless you, doctor! good-day! good-day!"VIII.If ever I doctor that woman again,I'll give her medicine made by men.
I opened the window; the day was fair,And God gave Mrs. Rogers some air.
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;
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.
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.
"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.V.Deacon Rogers he came to me;"Wife is a-gettin' her health," said he.
"You are crazy!" a visitor said:
I flung a bottle at his head.
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.
"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;
"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 God's good care,And His remedies, light and water and air.
"'Twere better to perish, some of 'em say,
Than be cured in such an irregular way."
VI.
"Your wife," said I, "had God's good care,
And His remedies, light and water and air.
"All of the doctors, beyond a doubt,Couldn't have cured Mrs. Rogers without."VII.The deacon smiled and bowed his head;"Then your bill is nothing," he said.
"All of the doctors, beyond a doubt,
Couldn't have cured Mrs. Rogers without."
VII.
The deacon smiled and bowed his head;
"Then your bill is nothing," he said.
"God's be the glory, as you say!God bless you, doctor! good-day! good-day!"VIII.If ever I doctor that woman again,I'll give her medicine made by men.
"God's be the glory, as you say!
God bless you, doctor! good-day! good-day!"
VIII.
If ever I doctor that woman again,
I'll give her medicine made by men.