THli QUACK TO HIS PATIENT.

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In me you see the wonder of an age

That counts up thousands on its ample page :

Me doctors never listed in their corps,

Do what they will, my practice can do more :

So!—good my Patient, swallow (quick as thought)

The liquid life, with every virtue fraught;

Nay, do not wince, but take it from a hand

That will compel, as well as can command.

*****

The draught he takes—now filmy vapours rise,

x\nd as the vision flits before his eyes,

lie starts convulsive, gasps for breath, and—dies!

Phial.