Part 6 (2/2)

Thus emanc.i.p.ated from the supervision of the physicians, the apothecaries began to feel their own importance, and most of them prescribed boldly for patients, without consulting a doctor. The ignorance of many of them was only equalled by their impudence. It is not unusual, at the present day, for not only apothecaries, but their most ignorant clerks, to prescribe for persons, strangers perhaps, who call to inquire for a physician; and cases, too, where the utmost skill and experience are required.

The following amusing anecdote is sufficiently in accordance with facts within our own knowledge to be true, notwithstanding its _seeming_ improbability:--

ANECDOTE OF MACREADY, THE ACTOR.

The handwriting of Macready, the actor, was curiously illegible, and especially when writing a pa.s.s to the theatre. One day, at New Orleans, Mr. Brougham obtained one of these orders for a friend. On handing it to the latter gentleman, he asked,--

”What is this, Brougham?”

”A pa.s.s to see Macready.”

”Why, I thought it was a physician's prescription, which it most resembles.”

”So it does,” acquiesced Mr. Brougham, again looking over the queer hieroglyphics. ”Let us go to an apothecary's and have it made up.”

Turning to the nearest druggist's, the paper was given to the clerk, who gave it a careless glance, and proceeded to get a vial ready.

With a second look at the paper, down came a tincture bottle, and the vial was half filled. Then there was a pause.

Brougham and his friend pretended not to notice the proceedings. The clerk was evidently puzzled, and finally broke down, and rang for the proprietor, an elderly and pompous looking individual, who issued from the inner sanctum. The clerk presented the paper, the old dispenser adjusted his eye-gla.s.ses, examined the doc.u.ment for a few seconds, and then, with a depreciating expression,--a compound of pity and contempt for the ignorance of the subordinate,--he proceeded to fill the vial with some apocryphal fluid, and, giving it a professional ”shake up,” duly corked and labelled it.

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE ”FREE Pa.s.s” PRESCRIPTION.]

”A cough mixture, gentlemen,” he said, with a bland smile, as he handed it to the gentleman in waiting, ”and a very excellent one, too. Fifty cents, if you please.”

In a copy of the London Lancet, 1844, is reported Dr. Graham's bill. In the same number of which is a reply by an apothecary, who asks if ”the old and respectable cla.s.s of apothecaries are to be forever abolished;” and he quotes the a.s.sertion from one of the articles in the bill: ”Is it not a notorious fact that the ma.s.ses of chemists and druggists know nothing of the business in which they are engaged?” Dr. Graham certainly ought to have known.

Druggists are liable to make mistakes,--as are all men; but carelesness and ignorance, one or both, are usually to be found at the bottom of the fatalities so common in the dispensing of prescriptions. I know an old and experienced druggist who sold a pot of extract belladonna for extract dandelion. In the same city, on the same street, I know another who was prosecuted for dispensing opium for taraxic.u.m, which carelesness caused the death of two children. The following mistake was less fatal, but only think of the poor lady's feelings!

A servant girl was sent to a certain drug store we know of, who, in a ”rich brogue,” which might have caused General Scott's eyes to water with satisfaction, and his ears to lop like Bottom's after his transformation by the mischievous fairy, she asked for some ”caster ile,” which she wished effectually disguised.

”Do you like soda water?” asked the druggist.

”O, yis, thank ye, sir,” was the prompt reply; ”an' limmun, sir, if ye plaze; long life to yeze.”

The man then proceeded to draw a gla.s.s, strongly flavored with lemon, with a dose of oil cast upon its troubled waters.

”Drink it at one swallow,” said he, presenting it to the smiling Bridget.

This she did, again thanking the gentlemanly clerk.

”What are you waiting for?” he inquired, seeing that she still lingered.

”I'm waitin' for the caster ile, sir,” said the girl.

”O! Why you have just taken it,” replied the soda-drug man.

”Och! Murther! It was for a sick man I wanted it, an' not meself at all.”

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