The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposeÌ of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . there is a god in israel. Ill-clad poverty, benumbed with cold, was abroad alone,exposed to that winters night, as the white snow fleeced thefrost-hardened ground. But never mind earths cold bosom.The rich mans heart warms him, making him merry, how-ever blows the wind or rages the storm. Shiver, shiver on,beggar poor! Starvation and sense-dulling cold alone be-long to you. Through the crunc

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The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposeÌ of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . there is a god in israel. Ill-clad poverty, benumbed with cold, was abroad alone, exposed to that winters night, as the white snow fleeced thefrost-hardened ground. But never mind earths cold bosom.The rich mans heart warms him, making him merry, how-ever blows the wind or rages the storm. Shiver, shiver on, beggar poor! Starvation and sense-dulling cold alone be-long to you. Through the crunching snow-drifts trudged a weary boy, with alms-basket on his shivering arm. From his figure, heseemed not over ten years old; but his face was so wan and (362) THE BEGGAR BOY. 363 melancholy, that it was difficult to tell how many year-Mightsthe beggar child had experienced. Summer clothes werestill clinging to him ; a tattered comforter was the only win-ter article he wore. A gay carriage rolled noiselessly by, with a beautiful girlwithin, well wrapped in fur and cloak, whilst the snow wasdashed from the rapid wheels like white dust. She saw, through the dim light, the weary, thin-clad boy, as he. CHARITY THROWN AWAY. stopped, with face bent aside to the flake-burdened blast, togaze at the smoking horses, as they plunged through thefast-deepening sheet. She dropped the sash, and threw theboy a coin. It sank from her warm hand deep into thedrifted snow. It mi<rht have brought him bread and a 364 HEARTACHE. cheering fagot, but the smitten child never found it. Thesnow closed over the coveted prize, while the blast grewkeener. On, on toiled the beggar boy, through drift and darkness, more weary as night gathered on. Thus is it ever with thehumble poor; their load grows heavier as life lessens. Nolight or warming hearth is there â things that make housea homeâ to welcome the wandering boy. The clock had just struck two as I was summoned to thehouse of Mrs. T. The same carriage