General Grant’s Case

Steele Scrapbook – 1885


 

GENERAL GRANT’S CASE.


“SOMEONE HAS BLUNDERED!”—CAN IT BE POSSIBLE?


The New York Herald says: “If General Grant should recover from a disease which should prove not to have been what it has been described, then his medical attendants * * * will be expected to explain the reasons for one of the most remarkable instances of discrepancy ever recounted in the history of medical practice.”

The other day an eminent young physician in the last stages of consumption, unable to longer talk, called for pen and paper and indistinctly wrote this advice to his physicians: “Make dying comfortable.”

This seems to have been the sole purpose of General Grant’s attending physicians. They were making dying comfortable, but they were not curing their patients. He amazes them by getting better!

The utter failure rightly to diagnose and properly to treat General Grant’s disorder was a serious blunder, emphasizing what has so often been said, that professional treatment, being purely experimental, is just as likely to be wrong as right.

Had the general an ulcer on his arm the physicians would have treated it scientifically, very scientifically. He might have recovered or they might have cut his arm off. Some dear old soul of a grandmother, however, might have treated the sore by some “old woman’s remedy” and healed it, but there would have been no “professional license” in such a proceeding, as her remedy would not be one recognized by the code!

The general’s physicians excuse themselves, we are told, because the condition of the throat was hidden from sight. There are thousands of cases where disease is hidden from sight, where the symptoms are very obscure and conflicting. The physicians will treat everyday’s symptoms but they do not cure, and finally the patient dies. Then they discover they have made a mistake! A horrible mistake! The other day a prominent merchant in a neighboring city was found dead in bed. A post mortem examination revealed the fact that one of his other vital organs was entirely decayed, and yet his physicians had been treating him for heart disease!

Some one had blundered.

For weeks the American public have been waiting the unwelcome tidings of General Grant’s death. To-day the General is up and around and riding out.

People get well often in spite of what their doctors say and do. Why? By will power? No. By faith? No.

They live because outside the medical profession and medical pretense there are effective remedial agencies in nature which, though “unrecognized” by the code, have supreme power over disease, and in thousands of cases win triumphs where the so-called scientific treatment utterly fails.

A prominent ex-Cabinet officer is to-day on the very edge of the grave, suffering from an extreme disorder of the liver. His doctors know they cannot cure him. They simply are making dying comfortable.

The agony of death in many cases is read by surrounding friends in screams of pain, in convulsions of nerve, in spasms of torture-the fixed eye, the chilly breath, the dreadful coughing, the bloody sweat–the supreme inflictions of pitiless disease upon a helpless body,–indicate the limitations of professional skill.”

Seven-tenths of the deaths of this country every year are from hepatic and renal disorders, over which physicians have so little power. They will give this, that and the other thing to make dying comfortable, but they know they cannot cure and yet they will not permit the use of remedies “unauthorized” by their code, whether they are allopathic or homeopathic. If the system, as is common at this time of the year, has no tone, and one has tired and depressed feelings, the doctor will tellyou that the blood needs purifying, but he will not tell you what he knows to be true, that the blood is impure because the liver and kidneys are not performing their blood purifying functions.

The failure of the physicians in General Grant’s case ought to have an eye-opening effect upon the public. It ought to see the fatality of trusting entirely in a profession whose practice is so largely experimental. The test of merit is success and when any agency has won a record proved by the testimony of prominent men and women in all ranks of society, it stands to reason thta such a preparation is worthy of universal confidence. Who has not heard of it? Who has not used it? Who can gainsay the statement that it has wrought greater benefit for mankind than anything ever discovered inside the ranks of the medical profession.” And yet many physicians who are bound hand and foot to their code will not allow nor will they prescribe the use of Warner’s safe cure. Nevertheless, spite of their small-minded bigotry, it multiplies instances of its singular merit by thousands every day, rests satisfied with the record it has won, and challenges comparison with the record of the most reputable physician.

It is a terrible thing to lose our friends, especially if we find out afterwards that they might have been saved.

We are glad General Grant is getting well. He deserves to live and in living he will emphasize the fact that physicians do not have a monopoly over disease; that “scientific medicine,” so called, is not infallible; that all remedial agencies were not born with doctors and will not die with them.

 


I just love the way this article has you almost believing that it’s a real editorial condemning poor medical care…
And then you realize it’s just a big advertisement for Warner’s Safe Cure!

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“Down Brakes, And Reverse!”

Chico Weekly Record, Chico, California – Saturday, December 25, 1897


“When people are losing flesh and strength and vitality, with the life oozing out of them day after day, they need Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discover…”


Here’s an interesting follow-up from Craig:

I happened across your most interesting site while trying to answer a friend’s question. He is an amateur historian and archeologist in Lake County, California, and had posted a photo of a barn bearing an ad for Dr Pierce’s Medical Discovery. The ad you have posted from a weekly Chico, California newspaper provides the complete answer to my friend’s question, which came down to: “What did Dr. Pierce discover?”

 


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair.

Dreadfully Nervous

Chico Weekly Record, Chico, California – Saturday, December 11, 1897


Dreadfully Nervous?
Sallow Skin?
Constipated?
Then, cleanse your system with Karl’s Clover Root Tea!

Dreadfully Nervous.

GENTS:—I was dreadfully nervous, and for relief took your Karl’s Clover Root Tea. It quieted my nerves and strengthened my whole Nervous System. I was troubled with Constipation, Kidney and bowel trouble. Your Tea soon cleansed my system so thoroughly that I rapidly regained health and strength. Mrs. S. A. Sweet, Hartford., Conn. Sold by H. W. Crew, Ph.G. Agent. Telephone Main 5. Goods delivered free.


Ladies, Take the Best. If you are troubled with Constipation, Sallow Skin, and a Tired Feeling, take Karl’s Clovert Tea, it is pleasant to take. Sold by W. H. Crew, Ph. G. Agent. Telephone Main 5. Goods delivered free.

 


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair.

Were Buried At Sea

Steele Scrapbook – January 27, 1886


 

WERE BURIED AT SEA.


Captain, Chief Officer and Two Others of the Marcia Dead of Yellow Fever.

NEW YORK, Jan. 27.-The steamer Marcia, from Brazilian ports, which arrived at Quarantine yesterday, reports that on November 30 Alexander McDonnell, aged thirty years, a native of England, who was employed as a fireman on the steamer, was taken sick with yellow fever and died the same day. Captain Metcalf, forty-five years old, who was in command of the steamer, was taken down with the same disease on December 9, and died after an illness of three days’ duration. He was a native of Shields, England. The bodies of both Captain Metcalf and Fireman McDonnell were buried at sea off Santos.

On December 16, John Anderson, thirty-five years of age, the engineer of the Marcia, was attacked by the disease and died. He also was buried at sea. On the 13th Captain Andrew Smith, who was previously chief officer of the steamer, developed symptoms of the fever. He died December 17. Since leaving Victoria, Brazil, there has been no sickness on the steamer, but she will be detained at Quarantine.

 


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Was Walt Whitman’s Nephew

February 1, 1892


 

WAS WALT WHITMAN’S NEPHEW.


He Died In the Bucks County Almshouse After a Life of Dissipation.

Special Dispatch to The North American.

DOYLESTOWN, Pa., Feb. 1.—James Whitman, a nephew of the famous poet of Camden, Walt Whitman, died at the Bucks county Almshouse on Saturday morning. For some time he had been laboring on a stock farm in the country, having left his luxurious home several years ago and led a life of dissipation. Becoming afflictd with a chronic and incurable diseases [sic] he entered the County Hospital. Not until he was assured death was near at hand did he reveal his identity. After his death his brother in Camden, N. J., was communicated with, who directed that his remains be sent to Camden.

As Undertaker Howard W. Atkinson was having the corpse brought to his residence in Doylestown previous to taking them to Camden, the horse attached to the dead wagon took fright, upset and wrecked the wagon, threw out the ice-box containing the corpse, breaking the box, but the corpse escaped mutilation. The remains were afterwards conveyed to Camden for interment in Evergreen Cemetery.

 


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook

Stared At By The Dead

Steele Scrapbook – 1886


 

STARED AT BY THE DEAD.


A TWO DAYS’ VIGIL KEPT BY A CORPSE.


Alone, Unattended, Desolate—An Experience Possible to So Many Others.


Early one morning recently the guards on the elevated road in New York noticed a middle-aged man apparently kneeling beside an open window. Although it was a raw and cold morning, his head was uncovered. His eyes seemed to be staring intently across the street. All day long, as the trains thundered past, the man seemed still to be watching, and even when night came on a glimpse of a white face could be seen staring out into the darkness. The next morning the guards were all on the lookout, and still the man could be seen with his chin resting on the back of his hand.

Coroner Doulin, who chanced to be looking out of the car window during the day, saw at once that it was no common face that glared at him. He left the train, went to the house, and there found kneeling by the window the stiffened corpse of a man. For two days he had kept the vigil of the dead. Awaking in the night, alone and oppressed, he had struggled to the window, and gasping for breath died. The Coroner’s examination revealed the fact that death had been caused by Bright’s disease of the kidneys, which came unannounced, sudden and sure.

 


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Fasting Proved A Deadly Cure

Steele Scrapbook – January 4, 1886


 

FASTING PROVED A DEADLY CURE.

PATTERSON, N. J., Jan. 4.—Word was received here this morning that Dennis Quigley, the faster, whose case was made public some time ago and who had taken no nourishment, save a cup of tea occasionally, for four months, died on Saturday at the Home for Incurables at Ridgewood, to which he was taken a short time ago from the Patterson Almshouse. Quigley suffered from paralysis of the stomach. He believed that he would recover his health by fasting.

 


Snatched From A Paralyzed Alf

Death Of Victor Hugo

Steele Scrapbook – May 22, 1885

DEATH OF VICTOR HUGO.

PARIS, May 22.–Victor Hugo died at 1:30. The Ministry will request the Chamber of Deputies to adjourn as a token of respect to the memory of the deceased.

It is reported that M. Hugo bequeathed his manuscripts to France and that he left it to the Republic to select a place for his remains, and to decide as to the form of his funeral.

Victor Hugo’s condition was so manifestly worse this morning that his death was regarded as certain to take place within a few hours. When this fact became known Cardinal Guibert, the Archbishop of Paris, sent specially to Hugo’s residence, offering to visit him and administer spiritual aid and the rites of the Catholic Church.

M. Lockroy, the poet’s son-in-law, who was in attendance at the death-bed when the Cardinal’s proffer came, replied for Hugo, declining with thanks the Archbishop’s tender, and saying for the dying man, “Victor Hugo is expecting death, but he does not desire the services of a priest.”

 


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A Washington Tragedy

January 31, 1892


 

A WASHINGTON TRAGEDY.


A Young Man Shoots His Brother-in-Law Dead and Wounds His Own Wife, Who Will Probably Die—The Murderer Arrested.

WASHINGTON, Jan. 31.—A fearful tragedy growing out of domestic unhappiness was enacted in this city this evening, resulting in the death of a man and the probably fatal wounding of a woman. Some months ago Howard Schneider, a young man about twenty-two years of age, married a young woman named Amie M. Hamlink. In accordance with the wishes of the woman’s father the couple lived at their house. Their married life was not happy, however, the husband staying away from home late at night and otherwise treating his wife improperly, threatening at times to kill her and her father also. About ten days ago the husband not coming home at a late hour, Mrs. Schneider locked the door of the house against him. Since then they have not lived together.

To-night Schneider sent a note to his wife’s house asking her to again live with him, but she replied that she would not do so. Subsequently Schneider sent another note, but his wife and her sister and young brother Frank having gone to church, the father answered the note to that effect.

Schneider must have awaited their return, for as they reached the neighborhood of their home he fired at them with a 38-calibre revolver, firing five shots before stopping.

As a result Frank was killed instantly, having been hit on the head, and Annie, the wife, was probably fatally wounded, the balls having lodged in her abdomen. The other girl was not injured. Schneider was subsequently arrested and lodged in the station-house. Schneider says the killing was done in self-defence.

 


From the collection of The Comtesse DeSpair
(The 1892 Morbid Scrapbook
)