orthodox; and on which subject
my friend Horace furnished the following impromptu.
Oh, Lud! oh, Lud! that hogs and mud{1}
Should rival sage M.D.'s;
And hot water, in this quarter,
Cure each foul disease.
"Throw physic to the dogs, I'll have none on't,'" said Horace: "if hot
water can effect such wonders, why, a plague on all the doctors! Let a
man be content to distil his medicine fresh from his own teakettle, or
make his washing copper serve the double purpose for domestic uses and a
medicated bath.
'But what is surprising, no mortal e'er view'd
Any one of the physical gentlemen stew'd.
From the day that King Bladud first found out these bogs,
And thought them so good for himself and his hogs,
Not one of the faculty ever has tried
These excellent waters to cure his own hide;
Though many a skilful and learned physician,
With candour, good sense, and profound erudition,
Obliges the world with the fruits of his brain,
Their nature and hidden effects to explain.'
1 See the fabulous account alluded to in Warner's History of
Bath, where Bladud is represented to have discovered the
properties of the warm springs at Beechen Wood Swainswick,
by observing the hogs to wallow in the mud that was
impregnated therewith, and thus to have derived the
knowledge of a cure for 'tis leprous affection.
~319~~But _allons_, lads," said Horace, "we are here to follow the
fashion, and indulge in all the eccentricities of the place; to note
the follies of the time, and depict the chief actors, without making
any personal sacrifice to correct the evil. Our satire will do more to
remove old prejudices when it appears in print, aided by Bob Transit's
pencil, than all our reasonings upon the spot can hope to effect,
although we followed Mr. M'Culloch's economy, and lectured upon decency
from break of day to setting sun. In quitting the pump-room we must not,
however, omit to notice the statue of Beau Nash, before which Transit
appears, in _propria personae_, sketching off the marble memento,
without condescending to notice the busts of Pope and Newton, which fill
situations on each side; a circumstance which in other times produced
the following epigram from the pen of the witty earl of Chesterfield.
"The statue plac'd the busts between
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