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