extraordinary, that nought but some of the common quackerys could pretend to deserve it. Some people at length ventured to use it: the event was always so surprizing, that they could scarce induce themselves to think they had the distemper.
Last year 1732. I was seiz'd with a fitt on St. Peter's day, which is June 29. it confined me in the house for 3 months and more. It happened during my tedious and melancholy decumbiture, Dr. Rogers riding abroad to visit a patient, was thrown off his horse in galloping. The horse fell upon his leg and bruised him in a most desperate manner. That leg was swell'd, inflam'd to a high degree, from knee ancle, perfectly black in color, with watry blisters; a frightful spectacle resembling a mortification. The gout the unlucky concomitant of all misfortunes of this kind immediately pour'd upon both feet, knees, hams, and his left shoulder. All the world of his acquaintances expected nothing less than a fatal catastrophe. He had recourse only to his oyls, never lett blood once nor purg'd. In less than a month, that terrible contusion, all the gout and symptoms were intirely vanish'd; and he was restor'd to a better state of health, and use of his legs, than he had enjoy'd for several years be-
fore,
