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HOMŒOPATHIC SOUP.
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Then hail! all hail! to hydropathic skill, Upon whose principles it stands confessed,That he who cisterns vast will freely swill, May dropsy cure—or water on the chest.
For nauseous drugs no use there soon will be; For salts, magnesia, senna, no pretence;Dispensing chemists, all men will agree To view as things with which they can dispense.
Physic to agriculture they'll apply, And write prescriptions for a sickly crop;With fever mixtures, when the land's too dry, Inflammatory action they will stop.
In every farm, so modern savants say, A chemist will be always needed near;For, if the corn unhealthiness display, He'll dose it for diseases of the ear.
Homœopathic Soup.
 Take a robin's leg(Mind! the drumstick merely), Put it in a tubFilled with water nearly; Set it out of doors,In a place that's shady, Let it stand a week(Three days if for a lady); Drop a spoonful of itIn a five-pail kettle, Which may be made of tinOr any baser metal; Fill the kettle up,Set it on a boiling, Strain the liquor well,To prevent its oiling; One atom add of salt,For the thickening one rice kernel, And use to light the fire"The Homœopathic Journal." Let the liquor boilHalf an hour, no longer, (If 'tis for a manOf course you'll make it stronger),

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