contended, phosphorus, but an element embracing that principle, and which I have named phosogen. Now, while the administration of any of such elements in crude form would be useless, it is absolutely certain that ethereal, semi-homoeopathic combinations of them furnish the most prompt and radical means of cure the world has ever seep. Here are the principles; let them be fairly tried by the profession, and failure is impossible. Important ones, namely, chlorylle, phosodyn, neurine, I have found to be perfect agents in the treatment of diseases of the nerves, and those resulting from extreme or inverted passionalism; but for other diseases other combinations should be exhibited.
Now, when the physician or nurse administers a cordial of properly compounded elements, as soon as it reaches the stomach and comes in contact with the gastric surfaces, they are instantly changed into vital force in liquid form; for oxygen itself, independent of its contained vitality, is not a simple, but a compound, whose constituents are heat, light, and electricity, as I have discovered and demonstrated, and that great agent is immediately generated in large volume within the body, and in its natural form; thus the blood which takes it up is instantly charged with absolutely new life, and the life thus supplied is ramified through every nook and corner of the system, and the elements of death, in the shape of morbid conditions, and foul and offensive matter, are straightway dislodged, expelled the system, the worn-out tissues rebuilt, the nervous apparatus rendered firm, the wastes made to bloom again, grief taken from the mind, sorrow from the heart, morbidity from the soul, and a new lease of existence taken, simply because the abnormal polarities are changed, and the chemical conditions entirely altered, — for it is an axiom that the conditions of death cannot coexist with life.
The human body may be compared to a steam-engine, which so long as the fires are kept up goes well; but if the furnace is fed with wet wood, the speed slackens, fires go out, and the machine comes to a stand-still. But suppose you put the very best wood in the boiler instead of the furnace! Why, everybody says you are a fool, and laughs you to scorn because you tried to drive an engine after that absurd fashion. Well, that is exactly what medical men are doing with the human body, in their attempts to correct the evils of perverted or excessive passionalism, and the
