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MEDICAL.
When Stuffle's health by luxury had flown,Changed grew his cheek and changed his voice's tone;
He begged the doctor his disease to quell,
But yet by gentle means to make him well.
“Give up your feasting,” Galen made reply.
The spirit fled from Stuffle's pleading eye;
“I' faith,” said he, and thought upon his larder,
“I know no medicine that could be harder.
Bring on your jalaps, ipecac and squills,
Your salts and draughts, cantharides and pills;
I'll take 'em all, as I'm a living sinner,—
'T were easier far than giving up my dinner!”
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