ring the Nervous Cordial and Botanical Syrup; two medicines which, from the Doctor's knowledge of the Linnæan system of botany, we may consider as grand restoratives of nature. Perhaps his medical skill was communicated in a vision by some Demon of the German Illuminati. But it is not improbable that the secret of preparing the abovementioned medicines is hereditary in his family, as the Doctor himself seems to insinuate, when he tells us, in his "Guide to Old Age," that "there is no other person of the name of Brodum in England." Many are the different mediums by which wisdom can be imparted to others. Count Cagliostro may have bequeathed to the Doctor the secret of manufacturing his Baume de Vie; or, perhaps, the famous Count de St. Germain communicated his recipe for the preparation of his Tea for prolonging Life.

The talisman, however, which metamorphosed a Jacquey into a physician was the diploma which the benevolent and disinterested professors in the Marischal College of Aberdeen sent to this enterprising foreigner. But whether that learned body accepted a pecuniary compensation of one pound thirteen shillings and three-pence three farthings sterling, as Dr. Pangloss says they did from him; or whether the little German was liberal enough to send them a larger sum, is only known to the parties concerned.

Having travelled through different parts of England like a public benefactor, generously dispensing medicines for a small compensation, the Doctor at length resolved to become a resident in this metropolis.

That merit such as his should go unrewarded, would have been an extraordinary instance of negligence in the English nation. A man who raised himself from the humble situation of a menial servant to the honourable avocation of working miracles; and who has been the author of a work, which he says has already passed through upwards of fifty editions, must be a most wonderful being.

The Guide to Old Age is, like Solomon's Guide to Health, embellished with a portrait of the author, so that the happy convalescent may contemplate the benign lineaments of his benefactor. Indeed, if viewed with the scrutinising eye of a physiognomist, it might be found that Dr. B.'s portrait presented traits of servility and cunning unworthy of the coun‐ tenance of a philosopher.

When we reflect, however, on the national benefit of universal health bestowed by those retailers of sanity, or miracle-mongers, we must rejoice in the idea that agriculture, manufactures, and every art and science may now be pursued without the interruption of sickness. Public spirited men, like our advertising physicians, have a claim on the national gratitude, and are justly entitled to civic honours. If a Roman who saved the life of a citizen was considered as a benefactor to the state, how much more should such men as Drs. Brodum and Solomon, who have, as they inform us, healed thousands, be rewarded and honoured? Would it not be worthy of British generosity to open a public subscription for the purpose of erecting statues of these good men. The statues might be placed as ornaments to the front of Newgate, one on the right side, and the other on the left of that awful spot,

whence so many youthful heroes take flight to the world unknown. The victim of vice, whom the laws of his country had doomed to an untimely grave, might then point to the statues, and moralize with his last breath, on the beneficial effect of nos trums, while he acknowledged, that the promise of renovated health had induced him to continue his career of depravity, and to wander through the haunts of impurity and disease, till excess, like flame to the oil, exhausted his constitution, and pernicious habits drove him to an open violation of the laws of that society which had cast him off like a detested sin!

From the above biographical sketch of the late Doctor Brodum* and his successful practice of imposition, or the medical art, which are generally speaking synonimous terms, the reader will probably smile at the folly and credulity of those individuals who encourage Quacks. But, alas! the temporary splendour of this great man, like the brilliant career of a comet, has been short and destructive! How must the admirers of empiricism grieve when they are informed that the illustrious Brodum as a proof of his gratitude, has retired to his native land, leaving poor John Bull a prey to the diseases which were so efficaciously removed by his wonderful Botanical Syrup.

The departure of Dr..Brodum has been mentioned in some of the newspapers, the editors of which with their characteristic fidelity and gratitude have held up their former benefactor to public derision. "Brodum, the Dane," says one of those chronicles of

*This Quack having retired, may be considered defunct both as a doctor and an impostor.

the times, "born in the happy Island of Funen, as soon as he saw in vision the diseases of England, he dropped the mallet and the spade. He left his Scandinavian and Visigothick kindred, and hastened to our relief. No diploma did he bring from Jatland, resolving generously to buy his degree in the country which was to yield him bread. He did more, for when he transmitted ten pounds to Aberdeen, he paid the postage of his letter.

"After a few years, during which his equipage has dazzled and gladdened the metropolis, he has been enabled to retire with splendid ease. Funen henceforth, as well as Delos and Tenedos, shall be a seat of Apollo, and future Vandals shall follow the steps of Brodum!”

Dr. Solomon, of Liverpool, like his late competitor for public patronage, is a Jew, an empiric, and an author. From the most authentic documents, we learn, that Dr. Solomon, when a Jewboy, hawked blacking-ball at Newcastle on Tyne; consequently, he must have been endowed with a most aspiring genius, for it appears from his advertisement of an Abstergent Lotion, that he has turned his attention from blacking the boots of the gentlemen, to varnishing the faces of the ladies. He has dignified his residence in Liverpool with the name of Solomon's Place, though some discerning individuals, who wish to see merit like his duly exalted, Contend, that the PILLORY is Solomon's Place, an elevation to which he is justly entitled by his various labours for the public weal.

His pamphlet, entitled, A Guide to Health, is manifestly written to promote the sale of his nostuum; for like the miserable production of the Ger-,

man Quack, there are no medical precepts in the volume that can be of the smallest utility.

After the introduction, the reader is presented with an advertisement, which informs him, that "the Guide to Health has been pirated, and many spurious copies are in circulation." Most people who are endowed with common sense, will readily agree with the Doctor, that all the copies they have ever seen of the Guide to Health, were not only. spurious, but pernicious both to health and morals. Information still more valuable, especially to the credulous, is communicated by the latter part of this curious advertisement, where the Doctor tells us, that "the public may be assured they are attempted to be imposed upon!" a confession which proves that Dr. Solomon is a conscientious man! Probably he apprehended approaching dissolution, when he honestly made this public avowal of imposition. But be that as it may, every sensible man will cordially coincide with Dr. Solomon, that the various attempts made by Quack Doctors to defraud the public are but too often successful.

Cavillers may say the Doctor's pretension to a new discovery in medicine is only a revival of the chimerical experiments of former deluded alchymists; but, from his general professions of benevolence, it must be evident, that he not only means well, but is convinced of the efficacy of his AntiImpetigines. This hard name reminds us of the ob servations of a Spanish satirist on Quack medicines:

"To hear Quacks call over their simples," says he, "would make you swear they were raising so many devils; such as Opopanax, Buphthalmas, Alectorolophos, Ophioscorodon, and a great many