instrument hurt you? and he said “No; the last instrument did not hurt
me.” All this was done openly. Dr. Bell said he was going to treat the
man homæopathically; I said “he might do as he pleased, he might humbug
the patient, but that he should not humbug me, and I would have nothing
to do with such treatment.” Dr. Bell then mixed some medicine in some
water in a tumbler glass; it did not readily dissolve, and he called for
another tumbler, and in order to dissolve it, he poured the contents of
one tumbler into another several times, and in the process, spilled one
half of it. Thus showing how important _these medicines_ are in their
_integrity_. It was arranged that if the man was not benefitted at the
end of a month, he should pass into my hands to be operated upon. I
remarked to him that that time would afford no criterion of the value of
his treatment, as patients had what is called fits of the stone, and if
the fit went off, he would take the credit of curing the man, when in
fact he had done no such thing. Dr. Bell states that I saw the man on
Wednesday, the 18th, but that is not correct, as on that day I was called
to and attended a patient in Cambridgeshire. On the following Sunday,
(the 22nd,) he came to me and asked me if I had seen the man again, I
replied certainly not—he asked me if I would come and look at him,
because said he, “my treatment does not appear to succeed with him, I
have no great confidence in its success.” I went with him to nurse
Phillips’, and never in my life did I behold a man so changed—his
condition was that of a man suffering under acute inflammation. I
immediately turned up the bed clothes, or rather the sheet, and placing
my hand lightly on the body, I was about to examine the state of the
bladder, when he shrieked violently, saying “Oh! take away your hand,
sir—I cannot bear it—you will kill me!” I had used no pressure. I then
turned round and said, “Dr. Bell, how comes this about? Why the man has
got inflammation of his bladder, what have you been doing?” The man was
rather deaf, but he caught the last words, and looking at Dr. Bell, said
“you have done it; you have given me poison.” Dr. Bell remarked, “I have
merely given him nux, {52} because his bowels were confined.” I then
said “there is no time to be lost; I fear the man will die; you had
better put on leeches, as soon as you can, and have recourse to
fomentation, and the sooner the better,” when Dr. Bell remarked “Can we
not go some where else and talk?” I said “No, sir, whatever I do every
body is welcome to see and hear, I will be a party to nothing in the
dark, and I will tell you, unless you stop this inflammation soon, it
will soon stop the man.” Dr. Bell said “that he would not take a drop of
blood from the man, and he mentioned the names of several persons who, he
said, _knew_ the cause of inflammation, and that it could be stopped
without it.” Being called into that neighbourhood on the evening of the
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