----O my lord _Verulam!_ cried my father, turning from _Hippocrates_, and making his second stroke at him, as the principal of nostrum-mongers, and the fittest to be made an example of to the rest, ----What shall I say to thee, my great lord _Verulam?_ What shall I say to thy internal spirit, --thy opium, --thy salt-petre, ----thy greasy unctions, --thy daily purges, --thy nightly clysters, and succedaneums?

'O my lord Verulam!' cried my father, turning from Hippocrates, and making his second stroke at the principal peddler of cure-alls. 'What shall I say to thee, my great lord Verulam? What shall I say to thy opium, thy salt-petre, thy greasy unctions, thy daily purges and nightly enemas, and bogus medicines?'
