The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
"'Allons, Monsieur le Curé,' said he, 'I will make a bargain with you.
You have preached me down when I could do you no good; you shall now
preach me up--and I'll cure your horse.' This was a hard pill to
swallow, and François would do nothing to gild it; but what could the
Curé do? The priest could get on no longer without his horse, and the
horse would not budge a step under the Curé. So there was only one
question asked: 'Has the devil anything to do in the matter?' 'Not a
whit!' answered François; and the horse being left at the sorcier's
for security, _on Sunday_, we had a sermon completely clearing
François from the accusation of dealing with the devil; and _on
Monday_ the Curé was cantering all over the country."
"I will tell you a much more extraordinary story of a cure than that,"
exclaimed the colonel's brother, as soon as the tale of the Sorcier
was read. "It occurred in Brittany, too; under my own eyes, also,
while I lived at the house of an excellent Breton, a Dr.
R----.
"Every one has heard of the mania for leeches which has lately
prevailed in France. Like all other manias, this did not long confine
itself to the capital or its environs, but rapidly spread to every
province and, every department; and, like the blood, which, impelled
by the heart, finds its way to the most minute corners and remote
extremities of the human frame, the doctrine of universal
leechification gradually insinuated itself to the ultimate ends of his
Most Christian Majesty's dominions. Not a canton so small but read the
work of Monsieur Brousset; not a town so diminutive but had its
regular consumption of leeches averaged amongst other articles of
first necessity; not an apothecary's shop so insignificant, but
possessed its dozen or two of jars replete with these little black
benefactors of humanity; and not a pond nor a ditch where might not
occasionally be seen some unfortunate wight up to his neck in the
water, with a peculiar sort of net in his hand, endeavouring to entrap
the aquatic practitioners to come and perform phlebotomy gratis. If a
man had a pain in his head, he was ordered to apply leeches; if he had
a pain in his toe, it was all the same thing. The gout, the apoplexy,
a dropsy, or a consumption; the head-ache, or the heart-ache, or the
stomach-ache, were all treated after the same fashion; and leeches
were voted _nem. con_. the universal panacea applicable to every
disease which afflicts poor little humanity. In short, the doctors
were saved a great deal of trouble, the patients were probably none
the worse, the apothecaries grew fat as well as the leeches, and many
a man made a fortune, who, if it had not been for his _sangsues_,
would probably have been _sans sous_.
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