They had not been long together, before their voices grew, from a whisper, so loud, that we could distinctly hear all they said.  “Sir,” says Dr. Shakrack, “the patient is in a state of direct debility:  we must stimulate, if we would restore a healthy action.  Pour in the stimulantia and irritentia, and my life for it, the patient is saved.”

“Will you listen to me for one moment?” says Dr. Dridrano, the youngest of the three gentlemen.  “It may be presumption for one of my humble pretensions to set myself in opposition to persons of your age, experience, and celebrity; but I am bound, by the sacred duties of the high functions I have undertaken to perform, to use my poor abilities in such a way as I can, to advance the noble science of medicine, and, in so doing, to give strength to the weak, courage to the disheartened, and comfort to the afflicted.  Gentlemen, I say, I hope if my simple views should be found widely different from yours, you will not impute it to a presumption which is as foreign to my nature as it would be unsuited to your merits.  I consider the human body a mere machine, whose parts are complicated, whose functions are various, and whose operations are liable to be impeded and frustrated by a variety of obstacles.  There is, you know, one set of tubes, or vessels, for the blood; another for the lymph; another for the sweat; and so on.  Now, although each of these fluids has its several channels, yet, if by any accident any one of them is obstructed, and there is so great an accumulation of the obstructed fluid that it cannot find vent by its natural channel, or duct, then you must carry off the redundancy by some other; for you well know, that that which can be carried off by one, can be carried off by all.  Gentlemen, I beg you not to turn away; hear me for a moment.  Then, if the current of the blood be obstructed, I make large draughts of urine, or sweat or saliva, or of the liquor amnii; and I find it matters little which of these evacuants I resort to.  This system, to which, with deference to your longer experience, I have had the honour of giving some celebrity in Morosofia, explains how it is that such various remedies for the same disease have been in vogue at different times.  They have all had in town able advocates.  I could adduce undeniable testimonials of their efficacy, because, in fact, they are all efficacious; and it seems to me a mere matter of earthshine, whether we resort to one or the other mode of restoring the equilibrium of the human machine; all that we have to do, being to know when and to what extent it is proper to use either.  Determine, then, gentlemen,—­you, for whose maturer judgment and years I feel profound respect,—­whether we shall blister, or sweat, or bleed, or salivate.”

Dr. Shuro, who had manifested his impatience at this long harangue, by frequent interruptions, and which Dridrano’s show of deference could scarcely keep down, hastily replied:  “You have manifestly taken the hint of your theory from me; and because I have advanced the doctrine that disease is an unit, you come forward now, and insist that remedy is an unit too.”