MEMBER, AND LATE MEMBER OF THE COUNCIL, OF THE PATHOLOGICAL SOCIETY OF LONDON.

Hygeia!

-Whatever shapes of death,

Shook from the hideous chambers of the globe,

Swarm through the shuddering air; whatever plagues
Or meagre famine breeds, or with slow wings,

Rise from the putrid watʼry element,
The damp waste forest, motionless and rank,
That smothers earth, and all the breathless winds,
Or the vile carnage of th' inhuman field;
Whatever baneful breathes the rotten South;
Whatever ills th' extremes or sudden change,
Of cold and hot, or moist or dry produce;
They fly thy pure effulgence; they and all
The secret poisons of avenging Heaven,
And all the pale tribes halting in the van
Of vice and heedless pleasure.-

-But for thee

Nature would sicken, Nature soon would die.

JOHN ARMSTRONG, M.D.

Can he be wise who knows not how to live?

FRANCIS QUARLES.

ΤΟ

SAMUEL BROWNE, Esq., R. N.,

SURGEON TO THE GENERAL HOSPITAL, AND TO THE OPHTHALMIC DISPENSARY,

BELFAST,

AS A FAITHFUL AND ABLE REPRESENTATIVE

OF THAT HONORABLE AND MUNIFICENT ORDER,

THE UNPAID PHYSICIANS OF THE POOR,

THESE PAGES ON THE CONSERVANCY OF THE HEALTH OF

THE INDIGENT CLASSES

ARE DEDICATED,

BY HIS AFFECTIONATE FRIEND,

THE AUTHOR.