Woman, her diseases and remedies : a series of letters to his class / by Charles D. Meigs.

  • Meigs, Charles D. (Charles Delucena), 1792-1869.
Date:
1859
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Credit: Woman, her diseases and remedies : a series of letters to his class / by Charles D. Meigs. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the National Library of Medicine (U.S.), through the Medical Heritage Library. The original may be consulted at the National Library of Medicine (U.S.)

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    aright—you must dress aright, you must bathe aright, and move; and lastly, you must take some pills not bigger than the head of a diaper- pin, to be made of Monsieur Quevenne's metallic iron. I shall give you this prescription, not as a drug or as a medicine, but as an ele- ment of your body, without a certain abundance of which, neither you, nor any mammiferous creature, nor bird, nor creeping thing can live. I verily believe, that even a monas crepusculum would die but for his iron. You ought to have found the dose in your bread and butter, your rice, your salad, and your chicken, daily, these two and a half years past. It was there, but you did not get it. I shall give it to you, and shall present it daily to your organs, and you shall see what the effect will be. Here, give me a scrap of paper. I shall begin the prescription in German, and end it in English; and so you see my caption is uMit huelfe Gotten. Take of metallic iron, one hundred grains. Pure honey, a sufficient quantity. Make a pilular mass to be divided into fifty pills, and direct, for Miss Helen Blanque. To take one pill for a dose immediately after each breakfast, dinner, and supper. C. D. M. Now you must take this iron regularly, and exactly, and for a long time. Eat plenty of bread and meat, and take one or two glasses of good Bordeaux wine at your dinner; but it should be diluted with water. Kise early, and go to bed early. Think, what is true, that you have made yourself sick by a silly indulgence upon some slight maladive sensation, which will disappear, when you shall again learn to act like a reasonable creature, as to the care of your health; and I will answer for it, that you will soon be found to make no more complaints. You have often heard of the general faith and belief in quinia as a cure of ague and fever, hav'n't you ? Oh, yes. I know that is what everybody takes, and what all the world believe in. Very well; I believe in it, too, implicitly; but I have quite as strono- a belief in the power of this medicine to cure your hsematosic membrane, to enrich your blood by bringing it up to its proper crasis, so that its figures shall stand respectively, at 790, 127, 80, 3; and that is all you want; for when you have that, and are totally destitute of any organic lesion whatsoever, your rich and valid blood shall disengage by its oxygen, a full nerve-power in the brain—which,