#cantharides

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #10: Virtuoso!

Warning! Before you all get the shakes, @franzliszt-official: This song is largely based on original quotes (!!!) So it didn't just spring from our sick brains.

So, come on, let's fire up the beats again to crash yesterday's grave mood. And then we'll get back to doing what we do best: Naughty- wayward Victorian Lady - songs. How many did we do already? Can’t remember. If there's one thing I've learned from my other band, it's that going over and over the same sexy theme ALWAYS leads to success ;) (Haha. Ha.)

„Lisztomania” is probably the most discussed topic from Franz's virtuoso years. There's even a movie about it, by Ken Russell. I haven't watched it yet, by the way, because I'm extremely scared of it... For those who don't know: Lisztomania began around 1841 in Berlin (where else…freaks ;)) and soon spread throughout Europe. And it was a kind of collective St. Vitus' dance in which people (i.e. women) went as crazy as possible, fought over Liszt's cigar butts, licked out his empty glasses and also offered themselves to him in other ways. Remember, this is the middle of the 19th century. And, of course, there was also the medical view: too many people and candles in one room, “Cantharidin of a musical nature” (really cool!) and female hysteria per se, which was later cured with “vibration therapy” - this is also not our imagination. Ah, good old days. <3 Dear doctors, perhaps it was simply because Liszt was a hot as hell, a gifted musician and a really good showman. Cantharidin, Cantharidin.

It has often been suggested that this may have been the first ingenious music marketing coup in history. That may only be true to a small percentage. The small percentage: Have any of you ever seen a picture of all the merch items that were supposedly there? I collect a lot of Liszt stuff, but I've never found a lock of his hair (or his dog) in a museum, nor brooches, nor any other item anywhere, not even a picture. I'm really interested. If you know anything, please let me know. Shut up and take my money.

As someone who has been bobbing around in today's music world for far too long, I have actually experienced this kind of mania myself on a tour with an internationally successful band (not on stage, thank God, but behind the scenes). That's really really bad. Not for the band, who usually take full advantage of it, but for those who witness it. I've never had so many strange conversations in my life as with groupies. Incidentally, these letters written in blood, which are mentioned in the song, come from my own experience and, for once, are not from a Liszt biography. Dear ladies: Please bear in mind that when you do something like this, it's usually not your adored artist who opens the mail, but some poor bastard who scrubs his hands over the sink for six hours afterwards. I'm just saying.

My doctor explained it to me Miss, you have a problem And I look at him And sob quietly I don't want him to know Of my secret He says it's unfortunate „Histrionic epilepsis“ I don't even know Whether it's contagious Doctor, I think it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania What commands me I only suspect Cantharides Of a musical nature Two weeks ago At a concert it began So I can think of nothing Else since then He is a master of the keys The Don Juan of the boudoirs I wish he'd take me Me here, for fun Everything about him is Pure physiognomy I smoked his cold cigars Till I spat I write him Letters in blood Break into his hotel suite Anything to be close to him Doctor, I also have Diphtheria Doctor, it's Nothing compared to Lisztomania And I'm sure I'll go mad soon Because a lock of his hair So enraptured It hangs in a locket On my bosom Then I will cuddle with His handkerchief For which I fought With other girls Even before it Slipped from his fingers When I, with wet hands On his tails, licked out his empty cognac glass Mr. Doctor, I believe it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania My doctor nods With a knowing look Miss, please leave The smelling salts be We're going to introduce something something new Against your Lisztomania Unfortunately, the only thing that helps is... Vibration therapy Vibration therapy

[delightingintragedy]

Mars Correspondences

From Christian Astrology by William Lilly

(It is mostly word for word. I tried to format it to fit into a nice correspondence list, but the information itself is untouched.)

Zodiac: Aries is his Day-house, Scorpio is his Night-house. Exhaulted in Capricorn, Depressed in Cancer, Detriment in Libra and Taurus.

Nature: Masculine, Nocturnal Planet, in nature hot and dry, choleric and fiery, the lesser Infortune, author of Quarrels, Strifes, and Contentions.

Profession: Princes Ruling by Tyranny and Oppression, or Tyrants, Usurpers, new Conquerors. Generals in Armies, Colonels, Captains, or any Soldiers having command in Armies, all manner of Soldiers, Physicians, Apothecaries, Surgeons, Alchemists, Gunners, Butchers, Marshals, Sergeants, Bailiffs, Hangmen, Thieves, Smiths, Bakers, Armourers, Watchmakers, Botchers, Tailors, Cutlers of Swords and Knives, Barbers, Dyers, Cooks, Carpenters, Gamesters, Bear-wards, Tanners, Curriers.

Diseases: The Gall, the left Ear, tertian Fevers, pestilent burning Fevers, Migraines in the Head, Carbuncles, the Plague and all Plague-sores, Burnings, Ringworm, Blisters, Frenzies, mad sudden distempers in the Head, Yellow-jaundice, Bloodyflux, Fistulas, all Wounds and Diseases in men's Genitals, the Stone both in Reins and Bladder, Scars or small Pox in the Face, all hurts by Iron, the Shingles, and such other Diseases as arise by abundance of too much Choler, Anger or Passion.

Colour: Red colour, or Yellow, fiery and shining like Saffron.

Savour: Those which are bitter, sharp and burn the Tongue.

Herbs: The Herbs which we attribute to Mars are such as come near to redness, whose leaves are pointed and sharp, whose taste is caustic and burning, love to grow on dry places, are corrosive, and penetrating the Flesh and Bone with a most subtle heat: They are as follows: The Nettle, all manner of Thistles, Restharrow or Cammock, Devils-milk or Petty spurge, the white and red Brambles, the white called vulgarly by the Herbalists Ramme, Lingwort, Onions, Scammony, Garlic, Mustard-seed, Pepper, Ginger, Leeks, Dittander, Horehound, Hemlock, red Sanders, Tamarinds, all Herbs attracting or drawing choler by Sympathy, Radish, Castoreum, Aresmart, Assarum, Carduus Benedictus, Cantharides.

Trees: All Trees which are prickly, as a Thorn, Chestnut.

Beasts: Panther, Tiger, Mastiff, Vulture, Fox; of living creatures, those that are Warlike, Ravenous and Bold, the Castor, Horse, Mule, Ostrich, the Goat, the Wolf, the Leopard, the wild Ass, the Gnats, Flies, Lapwing, Cockatrice, the Griffin, Bear.

Fishes, etc: The Pike, the Shark, the Barbel, the Fork-fish, all stinking Worms, Scorpions.

Birds, etc: The Hawk, the Vulture, the Kite or Glead, (all ravenous Fowl), the Raven, Cormorant, the Owl, (some say the Eagle), the Crow, the Pye.

Places: Smith's Shops, Furnaces, Slaughterhouses, places where Bricks or Charcoal are burned or have been burned, Chimneys, Forges.

Minerals: Iron, Antimony, Arsenic, Brimstone, Ochre.

Stones: Adamant, Loadstone, Bloodstone, Jasper, the many coloured Amethyst, the Touchstone, red Lead or Vermilion.

Weather: Red Clouds, Thunder, Lightning, Fiery impressions, and pestilent Airs, which usually appear after a long time of dryness and fair Weather, by improper and unwholesome Mists.

Winds: Western Winds

Angel: Samael

Planetary Alliances: His Friends are only Venus; Enemies all the other planets.

Week Day: Tuesday

Correspondence posts for the other planets: [Sun] [Moon] [Mercury] [Venus] [Jupiter] [Saturn]

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's new Halloween Karma Lines + Drinking Poison Date Blurb

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the karma that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation.

"If you can bear to do it, I will be willing to accept it."

[Drinking Poison Date]

Can't be found in ten thousand books,

Nor has it been passed down in ten thousand poems,

Cloaked in secrecy, the elixir is as sweet as honey at times; and as bitter as chicory at other times;

Once you taste a drop, your soul will sink down.

Kiss me, with those lips dyed in poison.

"My desires aren't secret at all, have you discovered them?"

[Tidbits: The karma name is Cantarella. Cantarella is a poison that was allegedly used by the Borgia family as their favorite poison in political assassinations. The poison may have been arsenic and came in the shape of "a white powder with a pleasant taste". According to another theory, the name Cantarella came from the ancient Greek word κάνθαρις meaning Cantharides or Spanish fly, the insect which was used as an aphrodisiac in smaller doses and poison in bigger doses.]

[grimalkinmessor]

"'The charm of horror only tempts the strong'."

Naomi thinks for a moment. "Lorrain?"

Beyond grins. "The very same! You've passed my test—that makes you my favorite customer."

Naomi snickers, leaning against the counter with a shake of her head. She smells like warm leather and lavender. "Is that all it takes?"

"'A strange girl, all phosphorus and cantharides, burning with every desire,'" Beyond quotes again, fauxly prim. "'And burning with every vice!'"

"Is that how you see me?" Her cheeks are pink, a smirk on those pretty lips. "What about you, Bee? What are your vices?"

Beyond hums, curls shading her eyes as she leans in close. "Oh, Miss Misora, now you don't wanna know that."

Fem Birthdaymassacre YOU AU ❤️‍🔥

[eprobles]

ETERNAL ECHOES

I

Toward dark blue skies, endlessly, Where topaz seas shimmer bright, In your evening, blooms ecstasy - The lilies, pills of pure delight.

In our age where plants must toil, Lilies drink blue distaste divine, From your religious prose, they'll coil, Fleur-de-lys, for bards to twine.

Lilies, lilies, none in view, Yet in your verse, sleeves of sin, Soft-footed women, pure as dew, White flowers shiver within.

Always, dear man, when you bathe, Your shirt with yellow 'neath your arm, Swelling in the breeze, and wave, Above forget-me-nots, the harm.

Love comes to you in lilac's guise, Wild violets too, nymphs' delight, Sugary spittle on lips, belies, Dark passions on a moonlit night.

II

Oh, Poets, imagine you possessed Roses, crimson Roses, blooming bright, Adorning laurel stems, at their best, With thousand octaves swelling in delight!

If Banville could make them snow, Tainted red, swirling, in a frenzy, Blackening the eyes of those who show Ill-disposed interpretations, not friendly!

In your forests and in meadows so calm, Oh, peaceful photographers, Flora thrives, Decanters' stoppers no different in charm, Than varied veggies with cross-grained lives!

Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be, Navigated by basset-hounds at dusk, After frightening drawings we see, Of lotuses or sunflowers blue, so brusque!

Pink prints and holy pictures we behold, For young girls making their communion, Asoka Ode agrees with Loretto's window old, Heavy vivid butterflies dung on daisy's union!

Old greenery and galloons, fancy-flowers, Vegetable biscuits of yore's drawing-rooms, For cockchafers, not rattlesnakes, like powers, Pulling vegetable dolls with colors, like in cartoons!

Grandville would have put them round the margins, To suck in colors from ill-natured stars, Drooling from your shepherd's pipes, in wondrous fashions, Creating priceless glucoses, like fried eggs in hold hats, so bizarre!

Lilies, Asokas, lilacs, and roses, in a pile, Inspirations for poets, like me, all the while!

III

white Hunter, running sockingless Across the panic Pastures, Can you not, ought you not To know your botany a little? I'm afraid you'd make succeed, To russet Crickets, Cantharides, And Rio golds to blues of Rhine, - In short, to Norways, Floridas: But, My dear Chap, Art does not consist now, - it's the truth, - in allowing To the astonishing Eucalyptus boa-constrictors a hexameter long; There now!... As if Mahogany Served only, even in our Guianas, As helter-skelters for monkeys, Among the heavy vertigo of the lianas! - In short, is a Flower, Rosemary Or Lily, dead or alive, worth The excrement of one sea-bird? Is it worth a solitary candle-drip? - And I mean what I say! You, even sitting over there, in a Bamboo hut, - with the shutters Closed, and brown Persian rugs for hangings, - You would scrawl blossoms Worthy of extravagant Oise!... - Poet ! these are reasonnings No less absurd than arrogant!...

IV

Speak not of pampas in the spring, Black with terrible revolts and strife, But of tobacco, cotton trees that sing, Exotic harvests, a fruitful life.

Say, white face, tanned by Phoebus' rays, How many dollars Pedro Velasquez earns, Of Habana, a city that displays, Excrement covering Sorrento's seas in turns.

Where swans go in thousands to roam, Let your lines campaign, oh poet bold, For clearing mangrove swamps, a home To pools and water-snakes so cold.

Your quatrain plunges into bloody thickets, And returns with subjects great and grand, White sugar, bronchial lozenges, and rubbers, tickets To the land of plenty, a fruitful land.

Tell us, oh hunter, if the yellownesses Of snow peaks near the tropics, hide Insects that lay many eggs or microscopic lichens, And scented madder plants, two or three, provide.

Nature in trousers may cause them to bloom, For our armies, strong and brave, On the outskirts of the Sleeping Wood, assume Flowers, with snouts, drip golden pomades on buffaloes' cave.

Find in wild meadows, where the bluegrass shivers, The silver of downy growths, Calyxes full of fiery eggs, livers Cooking among the essential oils.

Find downy thistles whose wool, Ten asses with glaring eyes, labor to spin, Flowers that are chairs, a beautiful tool, And gem-like tonsils close to pale ovaries within.

Find flowers in coal-black seams, Almost like stones, so marvelous and bright, Close to their hard pale ovaries in dreams, Bearing gemlike tonsils, shining in light.

Serve us, oh stuffer, on a vermilion plate, Stews of syrupy lilies, a delicacy divine, To corrode our German-silver spoons, a fate Worthy of kings, in a color so fine.

:: 03.06.2023 ::

Poet's Notes:

Firstly, analyzing the poem from the perspective of a poet, I would observe that it is a complex piece with vibrant language and a robust structure. The thematic clusters around nature, colors, and the exploration of human passions are presented with a combination of ordinary and extraordinary imagery. The author makes use of creative metaphorical devices, intertwining nature and human experiences in a unique way.

The piece exhibits a considerable degree of intertextuality, referencing multiple literary figures and creations, which enriches the reading experience by providing additional layers of meaning. The poem also appears to take a critical look at artistic endeavors and societal expectations, seen in lines like "Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be."

Furthermore, the author creates juxtapositions between beautiful, appealing images and harsh, distasteful ones. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the paradoxes of life, with its mixture of pleasure and pain, beauty and ugliness.

From a Jungian perspective, this poem could be analyzed using the concepts of the collective unconscious and archetypes. Many of the images used - like lilies, roses, the evening, moonlit night, hunters - can be seen as archetypal symbols that resonate with universal human experiences.

The poem explores the interplay between the conscious and the unconscious mind. For instance, the verse "Dark passions on a moonlit night" could be read as an acknowledgment of the shadow archetype, the darker, unconscious aspects of the personality that are often repressed.

Moreover, the poem explores the dichotomy between order and chaos, symbolized by the cultivated flowers and the wild forest. This dichotomy could be seen as a representation of the tension between the ego and the unconscious.

The use of botanical metaphors throughout the poem might be seen as a manifestation of the Anima/Animus archetype, representing the feminine principle within the masculine unconscious, or vice versa. The presence of female figures such as nymphs and "Soft-footed women, pure as dew" would support this interpretation.

Finally, the closing lines of the poem, with the "corrode our German-silver spoons," suggests an ultimate dissolution or transformation, akin to the Jungian process of individuation, where one achieves a harmonious balance between all aspects of the psyche.

[secretlovercroissantspy]

L'espoir des cantharides est un bien bel espoir.

[iii-days-grace]

tl;dr

vampires are tough

tough enough to resist old-timey poisonous medicines

and not die of blisters when they eat bugs to get a hard-on

(cantharides)

with @in-death-we-fall

[qqdahao]

Traditional Medicinal Animals

Most plants are used in traditional Chinese medicine, but some animal parts are also used in traditional Chinese medicine.

There is a lot of controversy about the fact that some endangered animals are on the list of treatments in traditional medicine. Most people have heard that rhino horns, bear organs and tiger organs are very popular. In this country, there are now farms for these animals.

But here are two common animals that you can eat, and they are thought to have medicinal value.

Hippocampus. You may find dried seahorses in larger markets or chinese herbal medicine store. It is considered to be an aphrodisiac for men, so men like it very much. People think that it can strengthen the yang and help the elderly.

Pregnant women should avoid this kind of food.

Sea cucumber. It is a tubular marine animal. It is thought to increase yang, but it is not a very powerful food substance, so it can eat more in a meal. If you haven't tried it before, try it first and see if you like it.

Cantharides

Cantharides, which mainly grows in southern China, can play an important role in the treatment of amenorrhea, warts, and malignant sores. Generally put the cantharides into pills; It can also be ground or soaked in wine vinegar, or made into a ointment to apply to the affected area, but can not be used in large areas. It is worth reminding that cantharides has a certain toxicity, and should be used with caution when taking it orally, and should not be used by pregnant women and children.

Antelope horn

Antelope is a national protected animal, which has been extremely rare in recent years, but antelope horn is a valuable Chinese medicine. Antelhorn can achieve the effect of clearing the liver and brighten the eyes, but also can calm the liver flameout and detoxify the blood, relieve the symptoms such as high fever convulsions, dizziness and liver wind movement, and improve the symptoms such as eclampsia and convulsions during pregnancy, and can also assist in the treatment of hypertension.

Bird's nest

Bird's nest is made of swiftlet saliva and feather. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, bird's nest can relieve phlegm and cough. At the same time, bird's nest can also achieve the effect of tonifying qi, nourishing Yin and moisturizing dryness. If both qi and blood are deficient, coupled with the skin is too dry, it will make the face look gaunt and weak, it may wish to improve by eating bird's nest, which can play a role in nourishing Yin and moisturizing dryness.

Earthworm

Generally, after the rain will crawl out of the earth a lot of small earthworms, although people are very afraid, but this is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine. Can play a clear heat calming effect, but also can relieve asthma, diuresis, and collaterals. Because raw earthworms have a heavy stench, they should be cooked in a pot when they are used as medicine. There are many ways to make earthworms, such as boiling, brewing with wine, vinegar, medicine, and salt, making earthworms soft and crisp, removing their toxicity and odor, and facilitating frying.

[forensicfield]

A Detailed Overview on Animal Poisoning

A Detailed Overview on Animal Poisoning

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[homoeopathyacademy]

#haematuria (causes) 👉👉👉👉👉👉 ➡️Urinary tract infections:- These occur when bacteria enter your body through the urethra and multiply in your bladder. Symptoms can include a persistent urge to urinate, pain and burning with urination, and extremely strong-smelling urine. ➡️For some people, especially older adults, the only sign of illness might be microscopic blood in the urine. ➡️Kidney infections:- These can occur when bacteria enter your kidneys from your bloodstream or move from your ureters to your kidneys. Signs and symptoms are often similar to bladder infections, though kidney infections are more likely to cause a fever and flank pain. A bladder or kidney stone. The minerals in concentrated urine sometimes form crystals on the walls of your kidneys or bladder. Over time, the crystals can become small, hard stones. ➡️The stones are generally painless, so you probably won't know you have them unless they cause a blockage or are being passed. Then there's usually no mistaking the symptoms - kidney stones, especially, can cause excruciating pain. Bladder or kidney stones can also cause both gross and microscopic bleeding. ➡️Enlarged prostate:- The prostate gland — which is just below the bladder and surrounding the top part of the urethra — often enlarges as men approach middle age. It then compresses the urethra, partially blocking urine flow. Signs and symptoms of an enlarged prostate (benign prostatic hyperplasia, or BPH) include difficulty urinating, an urgent or persistent need to urinate, and either visible or microscopic blood in the urine. Infection of the prostate (prostatitis) can cause the same signs and symptoms. #hematuria #cantharides #terebinthina #medicineforhematuria #homoeopathicmedicineforhematuria #homoeopathyworks #homoeopathy #bhms #homoeopath_student #homeopathicmedicine #homoeopathy_cures #homoeopathyrocks #homoeopathictherapeutics #ignitedhomeopathy #homeopathyworks #homeopathicremedy #homeopathics #homeopathicremedies #homeopathyheals #homeopatía #bhmslife #homoeopathicmedicine #homeopathicremedy #homoeopathymems #homoeopathyvideo #homoeopathyreels @homoeopathy_academy📖 @homoeopathy_academy📖 @homoeopathy_academy📖 https://www.instagram.com/p/CXRG0NflciN/?utm_medium=tumblr

[handwerkstatt]

Gemeiner Weichkäfer (Cantharis fusca)

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 31 May 1836

8

1 ½

incurred a cross after seven thinking of A- and her probable excitement on taking the cantharides - fine morning - breakfast at 9 ½ to 10 20 - read over my letter to M- ‘it would be difficult to tell you my plans - at this moment I have, as to my locomotive concerns - all I know myself is, that I should like to be off about the 11th of July......perhaps the being detained so long, may have changed this - I really - am not quite certain about it now - but you are sure to hear our line of route as soon as it is marked out’ - say afterwards after much mention about servants - ‘it is true, I have no very definitive idea of settling at home, for some time to come - I hope my wanderings are not over - there are many places far away I wish, and hope to see - Mary! I dare not tell you all - Adney likes travelling as much as I do; and we both long for the feeling of being quite at liberty - But is it not better to ask you what establishment of servants would be enough during our absence, and during our short fits of being at home, than to attempt counting up what we should like to have some years hence?  a good, steady trustworthy housekeeper who would commit and suffer to be committed, no waste, might have her own way - would she be contented with the offices? better than they used to be, but still not good - may be new ones sometime - would willingly give £30 a year to a good housekeeper and £16 to a cook o would do without kitchen maid - but who to take care of the milk (when brought into the house) of 2 cows - and what is to be done about the washing? shall not get another footman in John Clarke’s place - my aunt and a housekeeper might have difficulty in managing one - John Booth (the only man to be left in the house) ‘cowherd and garden and fetcher of things from H-x’ - ....... ‘George is our footman and travelling servant; and a clever out-of-doors man acts groom, and cleans the carriages - there is a certain degree of hugger-mugger above all this that I do not like: but perhaps it is safest to make no great alteration in the male department at present’ – ‘for it is true etc (vid. last line but one of last p.) - will send her account as soon as I can but do excuse me if you have it not of some days -....... Be as careful as you can about your investment - if buildings do not pay seven p.c. the chances are, the speculation is not a good one - you had better get a disinterested, clever architect to view and value for you - the money shall be ready for you - if you are really likely to want it soon, had you not better have it before my going away? Marian is gone to Market Weighton - I have had no influence with her - she acts on her own judgment not mine - I have been grieved, and mortified, and annoyed - but there is a time for all things, and I have driven the subject from my mind - she is quite well, and I hope, and believe, being, and to be, very happy’ - then mention having just had Dr. B- and his giving a very good account of them all - Dr. B- came this morning just after breakfast for about 8 or 10 minutes - then about (before 11) Mr. Gray and staid till 12 - explained about A-‘s purchase - will get her £8,000 at 4 p.c. on the estate - to send him a copy of the agreement - he will write for the abstract and say that if it cannot be sent of 6 weeks the purchase deeds will probably not be ready by the 1st of August in consequence of which the money cannot be paid so soon - will do all that is requisite and A- needs have no more trouble - shewed him Mr. Parker’s bill - the act of parliament allows 1/. for filling up a printed form of bond - usual to charge 21/. for filling up and every other trouble about it that is for ‘Bond and attendance’ £1.1.0 or at the utmost £1.11.6 when there is much trouble - for the £4000 the procuration money enough - no attendances and no etcs. should have been charged - G. had observed that in the Election business for Duncombe and Fountaine Wilson that Messrs. P- and A- sent in a very high bill - while some, in the true spirit of Toryism, charged as little as they could - giving their trouble for the good of the cause - mentioned Mr. Bennett as a young attorney engaged to marry the daughter of my late steward - and thought of employing him - he would act under Mr. G- in case of any trial - G- seemed to think this would do very well - to send a notice to quit to old Joseph Hall - if his daughter in law (widow of his son) would sell off, I could only bring an action against her for so doing - explained about the road thro’ Mr. Wilkinson’s land at the top of my wood - yes! I

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might pull the wall down - and if W- pulled any wall of mine down I might summons the people who did it - and if the magistrates seemed not to do justice I could invite them or bring the case forward at the Sessions - But I had best 1st get from Mr. Parker a copy of the order for stopping up the roads stopt where the daisy bank footpath was stopt, that I might be sure what was stopped and what not - G- also gave me a form of agreement for cottage to be occupied by workmen rent and tax free, and to be quitted on quitting my service, or whenever I shall think fit - after Mr. G- went away, wrote the above of today till 12 ½ - just named to Dr. B- that M- and her friends were about organizing an establishment ‘for the Training servants’ and were for buying some building for the purpose - just read him the sentence advising carefulness and caution on the subject and employing a disinterested architect to view and value for them - gave no hint, far from it, of M-‘s having any considerable sum of money going to be risked, and charged Dr. B- not to appear to know anything on the subject of the proposed establishment - he thought my advice to M- very good, and shook his head and said he did not like the speculations - he brought the half ounce of tincture of cantharides for A- sent for Mr. Harper this morning - answer Gone to H-x - left with Mr. Gray A-‘s copy of the long rigmarole agreement about Outrams’ lease, G- to keep all the conditions and shorten the agreement down as soon as he can to what is clear and of reasonable length - G- said his son had had a letter from Mr. Alexander in which A- said (by the way) that Mr. Rawson having now settled about his joint stock bank concern, would attend to the business of G-‘s client (meaning myself) I said G-‘s letter had answered all the purpose I wished i.e. had stopt the assa-foetida burning - commented a little on the banking concern - said it was not perhaps very creditable to R- no people of property had joined - merely small tradesmen had been content to enter the concern, for better and worse, not knowing how the old accounts stood - but if there was a failure, these small people would be ruined but the general and great commerce of the town would not be stopt - sent to the post my letter to M- (Leamington) written last night vid. - had paid the bill and went to change my dress at 1 ¾ - off from the George Inn York at 2 ½ - home at 7 28 - tea at 7 ¾ - with my aunt till 9 ½ - then had George in the kitchen chamber siding - then siding my drawers till one - very fine day

[dwellordream]

“We have a pretty good idea how the women of the household would have responded when a person fell ill with a fairly serious illness, such as smallpox, measles, or even plague. First, they may well have tried to prevent it, especially if they knew a noxious disease was rampant in the neighborhood. Preventive measures involved strong-smelling substances to drive off the bad air: eating garlic, brimstone, or vinegar; smoking tobacco; or anointing the body with wormwood. If these measures failed, however, there were additional steps to take. When the first symptoms of a serious illness appeared, all authorities agreed that the best first step was to give the patient an emetic. Then, with a few exceptions, "as soon as yu have emptied ye stomake well ... goe to bed and fitt yourselfe for sweate Lying in blanketts naked."

The housewife or main caretaker would build up the fire to a roar and prepare a diaphoretic medicine for the patient. Consistent with the humoral medicine paradigm, which involved driving humors out of the body, another first step was to cause sweating. A few diseases, most notably smallpox, did not lend themselves to this treatment. Smallpox was such a "hot" disease that excessive heat and sweating were thought dangerous. In general, however, sweating was part of the process of driving the disease from the body. When the disease had established itself and seemed to be serious, the neighbors would begin to assemble. The patient would need watchers, and the household mistress would need help. This is when a skilled uroscopist used her skills, for the rest of the treatment depended on the nature of the disease- did it stem from a hot, cold, dry, or moist humor? Perhaps disputes broke out now, as different women might offer their pet remedies or rival uroscopists might argue over interpretations.

 Meanwhile, teenage girls would set to work, making posset drink, or poached eggs, or jellied broth-the so-called easy foods thought best for the sick. These same girls would sit all night by the bedside, keeping the fire built up and piling more blankets on the patient to keep up the sweating. All the watchers would pray with the invalid and each other. If the illness started to tum for the worse, perhaps the local minister would pay a visit, to prepare the patient to meet God. The primary tasks, however, revolved around the making of medicines appropriate to the disease. If the sickness involved a rash or other skin eruption, such as with smallpox or measles, it was important to "bring out" the sores. Suppressing them, it was believed, would drive the putrid humors inward and possibly kill the patient. In measles, for instance, humorally "hot" medicines were important to bring out the "hot" rash and purge the humors. Thus, hot-tasting herbs like ginger, steeped in scalding water and served as hot as the patient could bear, were appropriate treatment. 

In cases of suspected smallpox, if the pustules did not appear as expected, some practitioners applied blistering poultices, such as cantharides, to imitate and encourage a rash. If the sickness did not require such a purge through the skin, it almost certainly required some sort of purge: a clyster, emetic, or salivation. Soon the disease would reach the crisis, the point when the patient showed signs of recovery or approaching death. The crisis, in Cotton Mather's words, "will often be attended with frightful circumstances; Grievous Oppression, Fainting, Vomiting, Purging and the Vapours, which is to say in one word, All that is terrible." The watchers would wipe the patient's forehead, empty the chamber pots, change the linens if clean ones were to be had. If God willed it, the fever would break, and the sick person would be on the way back to health. The convalescent period was much like the beginning of the illness. The watchers would cook and serve easy foods- gruel, broth, posset. 

Perhaps a few of the neighbors would begin to leave, and the nighttime shifts would be curtailed a bit. Some authors recommended one last series of purges after the worst of the sickness was over, to drive the last of the putrid humors away. The invalid would begin to get up and perhaps do simple tasks in the house. Finally, the last of the neighbors would go home, and everyone would return to their neglected chores and everyday life. Childbirth followed a similar course. When the very first signs of labor began to appear, the woman would get out the childbed linen she had set aside, and make up her bed for the travail. While the contractions were still mild and far apart, she would probably continue with her chores or, as some midwifery manuals recommended, walk around the house. When the labor pains increased in intensity, and it became clear that this was no false alarm but true travail, she would send her husband for the midwife and the neighbors. After arriving, the midwife might build up the fire if the day was cold, or set up her birthing stool if she had one. 

Men and children would be shooed from the room, and the neighbors and midwife would make provisions for privacy. In many households this would probably be, at best, a set of curtains drawn closely around the bed; in other, wealthier, families a separate room was set aside. The midwife would lubricate her hands with butter, almond oil, or lard, and perform an internal examination to check the woman's cervical dilation. Once she had done that, the midwife could announce how long a wait it would be. Until the waters broke, the midwife and her assistants would encourage the woman in labor to walk around the room. If she seemed weak, one of the attendants might prepare some broth or boil some eggs-the same foods recommended for invalids. Mostly, all the assembled women could do was wait. Now was the time for the exchange of gossip and news-or for comparing stories of past travails. 

Unless the mother-to-be was in unusual pain, this was likely a cheerful and celebratory time, with the conversation peppered with jokes and bawdy stories. If things began to go wrong, a good midwife had some skills at her disposal. Many midwives knew how to turn the child in the womb, preferably so that it would be born "naturally" - that is, head first. In other cases, it was necessary to turn the child feet first. Midwives and laywomen alike had medicinal recipes at their disposal to give strength to the mother and to hasten labor. Many of these recipes contained pennyroyal, rue, juniper, and other herbs associated with "female complaints." Some might well have had the effect of encouraging uterine contractions, as might the practice of having the woman drink another woman's milk. 

When the woman's contractions increased, and grew to the second, or pushing, stage of labor, two or more of the assembled women would assist the mother to the birth stool or the edge of the bed. Two women would hold her under the arms; others might support her back or hold her legs. The midwife would position herself to catch the child as it emerged. The midwife or another woman might coat her hands with oil or butter and massage the woman's stomach with each contraction; or the midwife might lubricate the birth canal with goose grease or almond oil. The midwife would encourage the woman to hold her breath and bear down. After the child was born, the midwife would cut the umbilical cord and bind the stump with a cloth belly band. While she attended to delivering the afterbirth, another woman would bathe the child (in warm wine if possible), swaddle it, and put it in the waiting cradle. 

Since it was believed that colostrum (the fluid in women's breasts that precedes true milk) was bad for the child, another woman would suckle it or feed it barley water or gruel. The midwife, meanwhile, would swaddle the mother's thighs and belly with some of the linen the mother had put aside for this purpose. This swaddling prevented cold air from entering the womb and inciting a childbed fever. If she was still in pain from postpartum contractions, one of the neighbors might give her a cordial or drink to soothe these so-called afterpains. Any bloody or stained cloth would be taken away to be washed, and the mother would be officially "put to bed," where she would lie in for two weeks to a month. One of the neighbor women, a teenage girl, or a paid nurse would stay with her to help with the household chores and to attend to her other needs. The other women would disperse, perhaps returning in a day or two for a celebratory postpartum meal.”

- Rebecca J. Tannenbaum, “Called to the Bedside: Medicine in the Household.” in The Healer's Calling: Women and Medicine in Early New England

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ETERNAL ECHOES

I

Toward dark blue skies, endlessly, Where topaz seas shimmer bright, In your evening, blooms ecstasy - The lilies, pills of pure delight.

In our age where plants must toil, Lilies drink blue distaste divine, From your religious prose, they'll coil, Fleur-de-lys, for bards to twine.

Lilies, lilies, none in view, Yet in your verse, sleeves of sin, Soft-footed women, pure as dew, White flowers shiver within.

Always, dear man, when you bathe, Your shirt with yellow 'neath your arm, Swelling in the breeze, and wave, Above forget-me-nots, the harm.

Love comes to you in lilac's guise, Wild violets too, nymphs' delight, Sugary spittle on lips, belies, Dark passions on a moonlit night.

II

Oh, Poets, imagine you possessed Roses, crimson Roses, blooming bright, Adorning laurel stems, at their best, With thousand octaves swelling in delight!

If Banville could make them snow, Tainted red, swirling, in a frenzy, Blackening the eyes of those who show Ill-disposed interpretations, not friendly!

In your forests and in meadows so calm, Oh, peaceful photographers, Flora thrives, Decanters' stoppers no different in charm, Than varied veggies with cross-grained lives!

Phthisical and absurd, they seem to be, Navigated by basset-hounds at dusk, After frightening drawings we see, Of lotuses or sunflowers blue, so brusque!

Pink prints and holy pictures we behold, For young girls making their communion, Asoka Ode agrees with Loretto's window old, Heavy vivid butterflies dung on daisy's union!

Old greenery and galloons, fancy-flowers, Vegetable biscuits of yore's drawing-rooms, For cockchafers, not rattlesnakes, like powers, Pulling vegetable dolls with colors, like in cartoons!

Grandville would have put them round the margins, To suck in colors from ill-natured stars, Drooling from your shepherd's pipes, in wondrous fashions, Creating priceless glucoses, like fried eggs in hold hats, so bizarre!

Lilies, Asokas, lilacs, and roses, in a pile, Inspirations for poets, like me, all the while!

III

white Hunter, running sockingless Across the panic Pastures, Can you not, ought you not To know your botany a little? I'm afraid you'd make succeed, To russet Crickets, Cantharides, And Rio golds to blues of Rhine, - In short, to Norways, Floridas: But, My dear Chap, Art does not consist now, - it's the truth, - in allowing To the astonishing Eucalyptus boa-constrictors a hexameter long; There now!... As if Mahogany Served only, even in our Guianas, As helter-skelters for monkeys, Among the heavy vertigo of the lianas! - In short, is a Flower, Rosemary Or Lily, dead or alive, worth The excrement of one sea-bird? Is it worth a solitary candle-drip? - And I mean what I say! You, even sitting over there, in a Bamboo hut, - with the shutters Closed, and brown Persian rugs for hangings, - You would scrawl blossoms Worthy of extravagant Oise!... - Poet ! these are reasonnings No less absurd than arrogant!...

IV

Speak not of pampas in the spring, Black with terrible revolts and strife, But of tobacco, cotton trees that sing, Exotic harvests, a fruitful life.

Say, white face, tanned by Phoebus' rays, How many dollars Pedro Velasquez earns, Of Habana, a city that displays, Excrement covering Sorrento's seas in turns.

Where swans go in thousands to roam, Let your lines campaign, oh poet bold, For clearing mangrove swamps, a home To pools and water-snakes so cold.

Your quatrain plunges into bloody thickets, And returns with subjects great and grand, White sugar, bronchial lozenges, and rubbers, tickets To the land of plenty, a fruitful land.

Tell us, oh hunter, if the yellownesses Of snow peaks near the tropics, hide Insects that lay many eggs or microscopic lichens, And scented madder plants, two or three, provide.

Nature in trousers may cause them to bloom, For our armies, strong and brave, On the outskirts of the Sleeping Wood, assume Flowers, with snouts, drip golden pomades on buffaloes' cave.

Find in wild meadows, where the bluegrass shivers, The silver of downy growths, Calyxes full of fiery eggs, livers Cooking among the essential oils.

Find downy thistles whose wool, Ten asses with glaring eyes, labor to spin, Flowers that are chairs, a beautiful tool, And gem-like tonsils close to pale ovaries within.

Find flowers in coal-black seams, Almost like stones, so marvelous and bright, Close to their hard pale ovaries in dreams, Bearing gemlike tonsils, shining in light.

Serve us, oh stuffer, on a vermilion plate, Stews of syrupy lilies, a delicacy divine, To corrode our German-silver spoons, a fate Worthy of kings, in a color so fine.

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