CHAPTER XL.

THE VIRTUES OF PUMPKIN-SEED TEA.

Physicians are sometimes compelled by the force of circumstances, to

visit the poor as well as the rich; albeit, they expect, so far as mere

pecuniary compensation is concerned, that they are to have "their labor

for their pains." They know well that honesty here, if nowhere else, is

the best policy. Dr. Cullen, who became, as is well known, a giant in

the profession, first attracted public attention from the act that he

was often seen coming out of the hovels of the poor.

My own lot for several years was to labor _chiefly_ for the poor. In a

region where it had been customary for a medical man who had the whole

control of the business to charge one thousand dollars a year, my

charges scarcely exceeded three hundred. A few of the wealthy employed

me, it is true, but not all; while I had all the poor. Indeed, it is

among the poor, as a general rule, that sickness is most frequent and

prevalent, not to say fatal.

In one of these poor families, on a certain occasion, I had a long

campaign and a hard one. First, I was obliged to travel a great distance

to see them; secondly, I had a very severe disease to encounter;

thirdly, there were several patients in the house; and the family,

usually unprovided with sufficient space for a free circulation of the

air, was still more incommoded when sick. Fourthly, the mistress of the

house was exceedingly ignorant; and ignorance in a mother is, of itself,

almost enough to insure the destruction of all patients over whom she

has control.

My chief source of trouble, in the present instance, was the injudicious

conduct of the mother to the family; for all else could have been borne.

She was almost incessantly trying to do something over and above what I

had ordered or recommended. The neighbors, almost as weak as herself,

would come in and say: "Why don't your doctor give such or such a thing?

Mr. Blarney was sick exactly like Samuel, and they gave him a certain

powder and he got right up in a very few days." This would usually be

quite sufficient to make Mrs. ----very unhappy, at least till she had

again seen me.

Among the sick members of her family, was a daughter of about fifteen

years of age. For this daughter, in particular, more than for the son

Samuel, the good matrons of the neighborhood had their thousand

remedies; and they regarded them all as infallible. With these, their

favorite notions and doses, they were continually filling the ears of

Mrs. ----.

One day, when I had been the usual round of the family, and given all

needful directions for the day, Mrs. ---- came to me and said: "Doctor,

what do you think would be the effect of a little pumpkin-seed tea on my

daughter Eunice? Do you think it would hurt her?"

"Why, no; I suppose not," I said. "But for what purpose would you give

her pumpkin-seed tea? Is she not doing as well as could be expected? And

if so, is it not desirable to let well enough alone?"

"To be sure she is doing very well," said Mrs. ----; "and I do not know

but every thing is just as it should be. We certainly have great

confidence in your treatment. But she is so feeble it seems as if

something might be given which would make her gain strength faster. Why,

she is very weak, doctor! Mrs. Gay and several others have thought a

little pumpkin-seed tea might give her strength; but I do not like to

order any thing new without first consulting you."

I did not object to the pumpkin-seed tea, _administered in great

moderation_. I did not say as I ought boldly to have said: "I shall be

obliged, as your physician, at least till you choose to dismiss me, to

pursue the course I have marked out for myself, since I shall have to

bear the responsibility." In my modesty and even diffidence, I preferred

to let the ignorant friends of the young woman dabble with this

comparatively inoffensive article, rather than with something worse.

Besides, I wished to have no clandestine movements, and had already

rejected so many proposals to give this or that medicament, that I dared

not do it longer. "Oh, yes," said I, "you may give her pumpkin-seed tea;

but give it in moderation."

The pumpkin-seed tea was given for the next twenty-four hours, I

believe, with great exactness. But as there was no obvious or immediate

advantage from using it during that time, it shared the fate which might

have been expected. Like the wad in the child's pop-gun, which some new

wad soon and effectually expels, the pumpkin-seed tea was thrown aside,

and some other infallible cure proposed in its stead.

Now, reader, do not suppose I deemed it at all derogatory to medical

authority that pumpkin-seed tea should be proposed by a weak and silly

mother for a darling daughter. Such a feeling as that would have placed

me on the same level of human folly that she herself occupied. On the

contrary, a medical man of any considerable experience among the sick

and the friends of the sick, should think himself exceedingly fortunate

when nothing worse is suggested by ignorance for his patients than

_pumpkin-seed tea_!

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