Sir _John_. _Bitters_ are of a hot Nature; the _Prescribers_ should take Care, that a too constant use of them may not _inflame_ the Blood too much. _Over_. They have provided beforehand a Remedy against such an Evil.——A good many Thousands in _Red_, will cure an Inflammation presently. Sir _John_. They may, by Amputation, if in some of the _Limbs_ only; but should ever Poverty, Oppression, or Despair, force the Inflammation into the _Body_ and Bowels, I doubt the Surgeons in _Red_ would not find the Cure so very easy. But I hope our Friends, few as they are, will find some Means of perswading their fellow Practicers to drop their _Bitters_, and put their Patients on a Course of _Alteratives_. _Smooth_. Sir _John_, we all wish for Cordials and Restoratives; we own they are wanting; but I am afraid a Time of War and Confusion is not the proper Season for administering them. Sir _John_. I am much more afraid, Mr. _Smoothwell_, that you have learnt a Language newly imported from _Court_. _Confusion_, if you mean here at Home, there is none; and as for the _War_, I don’t think it wou’d or cou’d go on more ingloriously and scandalously than it has since the Commencement of it, should our State Physicians alter their Practice. _Blunt_. Scandalously as it has been conducted, it has cost us more than the most successful and best managed War. _Over_. Our last _Foraging_ Campaign stood us dearer than that of _Blenheim_; and shou’d we have one or two more such parading Summers, to pot goes the _Sinking Fund_. Sir _John_. I shudder at the Thoughts of _re-mortgaging_ that only Hope we had of seeing one Day our Trade and Industry exonerated from the Clogs that oppress them. The _Fund_, which should be sacred, has been too often made free with; but the Incroachments upon the Purpose of it being temporary only, it had no very bad Effect; whereas the Case would be otherwise, should they be perpetual. _Blunt_. And because it will have that ruinous Consequence, you’ll see violent unhallow’d Hands laid on that darling Hopes of our People. _Over_. Why the D——l don’t our Sages give Lotteries of six Millions, instead of six hundred Thousand? There are Fools enough in _England_ to fill them. Sir _John_. Another destructive Way of raising the Supplies. There is no Method more injurious to Trade than Lotteries in general; but when managed as our late ones have been, they become essentially a public Nusance. _Blunt_. You mean the _sharing_ out Tickets and Chances?