How nicely does he describe the decay of man, the second childhood, the wasting away of the organism: Again: The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; Is second childishness, and mere oblivion, Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age? Have you not a moist eye? a dry hand? a yellow cheek? a white beard? a decreasing leg? an increasing belly? Is not your voice broken? your wind short? your chin double? your wit single? and every part of you blasted with antiquity; and will you yet call yourself young? Henry IV-2d, Act I., Sc. II. The satirical rogue says here, that old men have grey beards; that their faces are wrinkled; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams. Hamlet, Act II., Sc. II. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow. * * * Will never leave him, till he's dead. Swift-" Death of Dr. Swift." Thus Swift predicted his own end as early as 1731. History mournfully testifies that his candle burnt out as he anticipated. "Fits of lunacy were succeeded by the dementia of old age. For three years he uttered only a few words and broken interjections. He would often attempt to speak, but could not recollect words to express his meaning, upon which he would sigh heavily. Babylon in ruins (to use a simile of Addison's), was not a more melancholy spectacle than this wreck of a mighty intellect! In speechless silence his spirit passed away October 19, 1745." (Chamber's Eng. Lit.) Manhood declines-age palsies every limb; He quits the scene-or else the scene quits him; Complete in all life's lessons-but to die; Peevish and spiteful, doting, hard to please, Commending every time, save times like these; Byron-Hints from Horace. The signs of a probable fatal termination are most beautifully portrayed by Shakespeare. The death of Falstaff can not fail to be regarded by the profession as an excellent description of approaching dissolution. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning of the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. 'A bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they * * * were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upwards, and upwards, and all was as cold as any stone. Clarence. Clarence. Henry V., Act II., Sc. III. Brakenbury. Had you such leisure in the time of death, * Richard III., Act I. Sc. IV. How oft when men are at the point of death, She hath pursu'd conclusions infinite Of easy ways to die. Antony and Cleopatra, Act V., Sc. II. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: A word ill urg'd to one that is so ill. Death, on a solemn night of state, In all his pomp of terror sate : The attendants of his gloomy reign, Diseases dire, a ghastly train ! Crowded the vast court. With hollow tone, A voice thus thundered from the throne: Merit shall bear this ebon wand." All, at the word, stretched forth their hand. Advanced, and for the wand addressed: "I to the weekly bills appeal; Let those express my fervant zeal ; On every slight occasion near, With violence I persevere " Next Gout appears with limping pace, From head to foot how swift he flies, And every joint and sinew plies; A haggard spectre from the crew Crawls forth, and thus asserts his due: My shanks, sunk eyes, and noseless face, And, next consumption's meagre corse, I gain, like Fabius, by delay; Fatigue and weaken every foe By long attack, secure, though slow." Who thinned a nation in an hour. All spoke their claim and hoped the wand. Now expectation hushed the band, When thus the monarch from the throne: What! no physician speak his right? He shares their mirth, their social joys, Gay-" Court of Death." Shakespeare paid much more attention to the practice of medicine and obstetrics than to surgery. Perhaps the cause of this was that at that time surgery had not reached its present perfection. A more probable reason is that his son-in-law, Dr. John Hall, may not have been a surgeon. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. Othello, Act II., Sc. III. ་ Can honour set a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. No. Henry IV., Act V., Sc. I. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover. Midsummer Night's Dream, Act V., Sc. I. Let me have surgeons; I am cut to the brains. King Lear, Act IV., Sc. VI. The king himself hath a heavy reckoning to make when all those legs, and arms, and heads, chopped off in a battle, shall join together at the latter day, and cry all— We died at such a place; some swearing, some crying for a surgeon, some, upon their wives left poor behind them. Patr. Who keeps the tent now? Henry V., Act IV., Sc. I. Ther. The surgeon's box, or the patient's wound. Troilus and Cressida, Act V., Sc. I. Give physic to the sick, ease to the pain'd: The poor, lame, blind, halt, creep, cry out for thee. Lucrece. What opposite discoveries we have seen! (Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets ;) One makes new noses, one a guillotine, One breaks your bones, one sets them in their sockets. Byron-Don Juan, Canto I., Verse CXXIX. |