IT'S all up I may tell you, good Thomas Barlow, The new medicine is wholly broken and done for: You must give up Profession and College, Barlow. Your fine @3Address,@1 man, @3on the basis of treatment,@1 So practical so blindly hopeful of progress, 'Tis but delusion; all is ended and done for. For lately Stephen Coleridge in a current Monthly Has wittily in a few words the system exploded. Better retire and leave the stage, my dear Barlow. You've been accustom'd in matters of importance To look to me to give you earliest tidings; So I devote a penful of little scazons To write the dirge of medicine and modern science. The wonder is how nearly both of us miss'd it: Nor would any whisper'd hint of it have ever reach'd me, Had not the well-deserving excellent author Most kindly frank'd me a copy of his dissertation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO EDWARD FITZGERALD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE FOUR SEASONS by PHILIP AYRES |