Meantime these abstruse investigations had not wrought such disastrous
effects as might have been feared, in causing Edward Dolliver to
neglect the humble trade, the conduct of which his grandfather had now
relinquished almost entirely into his hands. On the contrary, with the
mere side results of his study, or what may be called the chips and
shavings of his real work, he created a prosperity quite beyond
anything that his simple-minded predecessor had ever hoped for, even at
the most sanguine epoch of his life. The young man's adventurous
endowments were miraculously alive, and connecting themselves with his
remarkable ability for solid research, and perhaps his conscience being
as yet imperfectly developed (as it sometimes lies dormant in the
young), he spared not to produce compounds which, if the names were
anywise to be trusted, would supersede all other remedies, and speedily
render any medicine a needless thing, making the trade of apothecary an
untenable one, and the title of Doctor obsolete. Whether there was real
efficacy in these nostrums, and whether their author himself had faith
in them, is more than can safely be said; but, at all events, the
public believed in them, and thronged to the old and dim sign of the
Brazen Serpent, which, though hitherto familiar to them and their
forefathers, now seemed to shine with auspicious lustre, as if its old
Scriptural virtues were renewed. If any faith was to be put in human
testimony, many marvellous cures were really performed, the fame of
which spread far and wide, and caused demands for these medicines to
come in from places far beyond the precincts of the little town. Our
old apothecary, now degraded by the overshadowing influence of his
grandson's character to a position not much above that of a shop-boy,
stood behind the counter with a face sad and distrustful, and yet with
an odd kind of fitful excitement in it, as if he would have liked to
enjoy this new prosperity, had he dared. Then his venerable figure was
to be seen dispensing these questionable compounds by the single bottle
and by the dozen, wronging his simple conscience as he dealt out what
he feared was trash or worse, shrinking from the reproachful eyes of
every ancient physician who might chance to be passing by, but withal
examining closely the silver, or the New England coarsely printed
bills, which he took in payment, as if apprehensive that the delusive
character of the commodity which he sold might be balanced by equal
counterfeiting in the money received, or as if his faith in all things
were shaken.
Is it not possible that this gifted young man had indeed found out
those remedies which Nature has provided and laid away for the cure of
every ill?
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