"
In short, if you wish to obtain benefit by the drinking of the waters,
you must do it _dulcius ex ipso fonte_, as my Lord Bottle-it-out's
system, the nobleman who originally planned the Well-walks, of sending
it home ~244~~to the drinkers in bed, has long since been completely
exploded; while, on the other hand, its rapid effects have been very
faithfully delineated by my friend Transit's view of the Royal Wells,
as they appeared on the morning of our visitation, presenting some
very interesting specimens of the picturesque in the Cruikshank style,
actually drawn upon the spot, and affording to the eye of a common
observer the most indubitable proofs of the active properties of the
Sulphate of soda, and oxide of iron,
And gases, that none but the muse of a Byron
Would attempt to describe in the magic of sound,
Lest it made a report ere he'd quitted the ground;
And poets are costive, as all the world knows,
And value no fame that smells under their nose.
"Would you like to take off a glass of the waters, sir?" said a very
respectable-looking old lady to my friend Transit, who was at that
moment too busily engaged in taking off the water-drinkers to pay
attention to her request. "There's a beautiful contortion!" exclaimed
Bob; sketching a beau who exhibited in his countenance all the horrors
of cholera, and was running away as fast as his legs could carry him.
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