Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. I.Jean Paul
General
Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. I.
Jean Paul
Fiction
When he has once made his choice,
then he is obliged to endeavor to fix it upon his Highness, like pastel
or quicksilver. January had never, even from his chapel, heard anything
more agreeable than Victor's assertion, which set him free from the
prostration, dosing, and starving which he had had to go through.
Victor, in his joy at the lightness of the malady, hurried away to give
his recipe for it, after he had asserted, by way of consolation, that
"an _ethereal_ body was still to be taken along with him, and would
serve the soul, not indeed for a heavenly Graham's-bed,[194] but still
for an air-bed, which made itself up. Only poor women's-souls--if one
rightly regarded their bodies--might be said to lie on thorny straw
sacks, smooth hussars'-saddles, and sharp sausage-sledges[195]; whereas
shaven and tattooed spirits (monks and savages) wrapped themselves up
with such fine bodies stuffed with whalebone shavings."[196]
Away he flew; and I have already reported that the apothecary presently
thought to himself: "Heigh! heigh!" In the apothecary's shop Victor
said to the dispenser, at whom he flew like saltpetre: "Sir colleague,
what think you about it, if we should have nothing to cure in the case
of his Highness but wind? You must advise me. For my part, I should
prescribe:--
_Pulv. Rhei Orient_.
_Sem. Anisi Stellati_
----_F[oe]niculi_
_Cort. Aurant. immat_.
_Sal. Tart. [=a][=a] dr. I_.
_Fol. Senn. Alexandr. sine Stipit. dr. II_.
_Sacchar. alb. unc. sem_.--
"If you agree with me, I have nothing more to say, except, _C. C. M. f.
p. Subt. D. ad Scatulam, S_. Colic-powders, one teaspoonful as often as
occasion requires."[197]
As the dispenser looked at him seriously, he looked at him still more
seriously; and the medicine was prepared without a change in the dose.
When he had gone, the dispenser said to his two startled pages: "You
couple of stupid epiglottises, don't you suppose he has sense enough to
ask?"
The biographer has no need whatever to justify the circumstance--since
the powder and the hero justify it--that January got upon his legs the
very same day.
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