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A Valuable Salve for Burns and other Sores. Take of high mallows, heal-all, night shade, and elder bark, a large handful, and about half the quantity of Jamestown weed; boil them for several hours; strain off the liquid, and add to it one pound of beeswax, one pound of mutton tallow, one pound of resin, half a pound of lard; boil them slowly for about two hours, and let it cool on the liquid.
He was fascinated by the idea of a cure where he might be sole master, not checked by rectorial ridicule when he wished to establish night schools or clothing clubs, penny savings banks, or any other of the schemes in vogue for the good of the poor; thinking too, not unwisely, that the best heal-all for his sorrow was to be found in change of scene and more arduous work together.
You might as well ask him how to know the wild flowers as how to know the lawn pests dandelion, chickweed, summer-grass, heal-all, moneywort and the like with which you must reckon wearily by and by because he only mows them in his blindness and lets them flatten to the ground and scatter their seed like an infantry firing-line.
And now are Christians to be dumb whilst all this vociferous crowd is calling its wares, and quacks are standing on their platforms shouting out their specifics, which are mostly delusions? Have you not a medicine that will cure everything, a real heal-all, a veritable pain-killer? If you believe that you have, certainly you will never rest till you share your boon with your brethren.
He foreran the societies which insure against accident, and would guarantee whole bones for a year or a lifetime, according to the insurer's purse or fancy. He told fortunes by the palm and by the cards, and was the sole proprietor and vendor of a noted heal-all salve of magic properties.
Clysters he prated on; electuaries; troches; the weed that the Gael of him called slanlus or "heal-all;" of unguents loathsomely compounded, but at greatest length and with fullest rapture of his vile phlebotomy. "Six ounces, your Grace!" he cried gleefully, in a laughable high falsetto, holding up the bowl with trembling fingers as if he proffered for the ducal cheer the very flagon of Hebe.
The denial rang in Stud's ears as he thrust his head into the black opening, entering, amidships, as the former muddle-headed explorer had done. "That girl's a trump the girl with eyes the color of the little 'heal-all', that blue flower we pick up here in May! A trump! But so's little Jess, too!"
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