Scythe.
I will obey. The unimpeachable symptoms indicate hypothetical impoverishment of the blood, complicated by a highly inflamed excitation of the nerve-tissues. We must at once build up an iron constitution.
Whetstone.
Build him up, Professor, he’s too sensitive; make an ironclad man of him, like myself. Give him ribs of iron.
Scythe [presenting two pills].
Here are two pills of iron. I’m an Eclectic. This in my right hand is the mammoth shell of the Allopathic school, and this in my left, balanced upon a point of my little finger, and no larger than a solitary grain of mustard-seed, is a fine shot of the Homœopathic school.
Bluegrass.
I don’t choose either of your schools. I belong to the Hydropathic school.
Whetstone.
He who will not swallow a school of medicine to save his life, must be made to do so. Here, Professor, while I hold him, give him a schooling.