Pilgrimages to the Spas in Pursuit of Health and Recreation: With an inquiry into the comparative merits of different mineral waters: the maladies to which they are applicable, and those in which they are injuriousJohnson, James
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Pilgrimages to the Spas in Pursuit of Health and Recreation: With an inquiry into the comparative merits of different mineral waters: the maladies to which they are applicable, and those in which they are injurious
Johnson, James
Balneology; Health resorts; Mineral waters
glass, may catch cold, or face-ache, or rheumatism, it is true; but if I
am to die or to suffer from atmospheric influence, let me do so in pure,
rather than in mephitic air!
I have grounded these reasonings on salubrity alone—leaving _comfort_
out of the question—as indeed it must be round the German stove! Why,
the very sight of a cheerful fire in a Winter evening, is worth a German
stove with the table-d’hôte thrown into the bargain! In a good fire we
have company, conversation, and even meditation. I do not wonder that the
Persees adore fire, as an emanation from the sun itself. I much doubt
whether the Egyptians would have worshipped a German stove, even when
they were so over-godly as to deify cats and crocodiles! But, to give
the devil his due, the German stove is not without some good qualities.
It is cheap—it does not set fire to ladies’ dresses—nor cause chilblains
by scorching the fingers and toes in frosty weather. But as a drawback
upon these negative good qualities, it renders the Germans a race of
hot-house plants, who shiver in the blast whenever they issue from their
vapour-baths, and are infinitely more liable to take cold than if they
had come from an English room.
The introduction into this country of the ANGLO-GERMANIC stove—that
unsightly and unsocial laboratory of sulphur and suffocation—will not, I
think, succeed. It is bad enough in Germany, where the Dutch tiles with
which it is covered, emit no bad smell, and have a comparatively light
and cheerful appearance; but here the hybrid iron mass—that dark lantern,
“cui lumen ademptum”—is positively a nuisance. It may be borne, and even
prove useful, in large halls, where there are constant currents of cool
air. In a sitting-room or other chamber, it is very offensive—at least
to my senses, from its metallic and sulphurous emanations. I had rather
pitch my tent in the crater of Vesuvius, the valley of Solfatera, or the
hut of a charbonnier in the Maremma, than in the vicinity of that sable
distillery of “Northumberland diamonds,” from which every ray of light
has been previously extracted by the gasometer.
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