STERILITY CURED.
A LADY came in one day to make a purchase, and after paying for the goods she hesitated, and I noticed she seemed agitated and wished to have something to say then she asked me this question, “Are you a married man?” I replied “Yes, Madam, very much so, and have two children.” “Oh you are a lucky man, I wish I had only one, and I should be a happy woman. I am going to ask you in confidence, whether Homoeopathy could help me in this matter. I have been married for two years and my husband and I are very happy, and the only thing that is wanted to complete that happiness is a child.
Of course we could adopt one, and we might get to love it, but it would not be the same as a mothers love. I have consulted two specialists and all they can do is to advise a sea voyage, taking natural iron waters and plenty of exercise. All these I have tried in vain. Now I should like you to tell me of any doctor who studies such cases, and I would consult him.” “Well Madam, it is a large order, but your case is not hopeless, as homoeopaths have remedies, which are not used by the allopath, and if you consult Dr. J. Compton Burnett- who has written a book Organ Diseases of Women, he may be able to help you”.
She took my advice, she had tree months treatment, and in twelve months her wish was gratified, and she became a happy mother. The medicines that did the good work were Trit. ovarian ext. 3x and Aurum mur. nat. 3x (Chloride of Gold and Soda).
A GOOD SAMARITAN
I suppose there are only a few homoeopaths to-day who remember Dr. de Noe Walker. He lived and practised in Chelsea. He was very keen on the Count Mattei remedies. These medicines – which are still on sale – were introduced by an Italian Count with names which indicated their uses – such as Anti-cancerosa, Anti- sulphurosa and many others. They are a mixture of homoeopathic remedies in high potencies. Cases have been reported of cures of cancer with the Anti-cancerous. The doctor was a clever, but eccentric man, he was a great lover of cats.
He kept several and would often appear in his consulting room with a cat on his shoulder, which was rather startling to a new patient. His lover for cats was no confined to his own. His mission in life was to heal the sick by Homoeopathy, and to feed the stray cats in the West End Squares, where years ago they were always to be found. He had a standing order with the cats meat man (purveyor of horseflesh) for a daily supply.
After his consulting hours he would sally forth and visit one of these places with his pocket well filled with the meat. the cats knew him and would came scampering from the garden to meet him.
ST. JAMESS SQUARE, WESTMINISTER, ABOUT 1885.
This place has always had a great attraction for me, because it has made history. Let us look round: we enter the Square form King Street on the west side – we have passed the famous Auctioneers (Christies) in King Street. We now turn left and come to the best Indian Civil Service Club, here lives as a residential member a retired Indian Judge, a great Homoeopath and a Friend. Part of his mission in life is to think of the health of other people. He would meet a friend – “How do you do?” “Oh I am not feeling well.” “Come with me to the homoeopathic chemist, I am sure they will soon put you right”.
On an occasion like this he brought a lady who had just arrived from India. For some days she had been suffering severe pain at the back of the eyes. I prescribed a remedy and gave her a dose on the spot. “Take this dose and sit down for a few minutes.” then she suddenly exclaimed :”What have you given me – the pain has gone?” “I have only given you five drops of Cimicifuga mother tincture.” “How wonderful. You have converted me to Homoeopathy”.
Now let us continue our journey. We now come to “Chatham House,” here lived three Prime Ministers, William Pitt, afterwards Lord Chatham; Earl Derby, and last but not least W.E. Gladstone. We now cross over to the garden side, and there we see the old lady who sweeps the crossing (the road was muddy in those days), she is the friend of the stray cats, she has spread a square of carpet on the pavement and three cats are curled up quite close to her, she has provided them with a saucer of milk and some food on an old newspaper, and they seem to be happy in their adversity.
We are now opposite the Town House of the Duke of Norfolk (Norfolk House). We pass on and through the shortest street in London, it has only two numbers. We are now in Pall Mall, opposite the Carlton Club and the Reform Club a little to the left. This is the pleasant and interesting quarter in which I have spent many years as a homoeopath.
ABOUT thirty years ago there sailed from New York Harbour in the famous ship the Mauretania- the pride of the Atlantic in those days-and the last world in ocean luxury travel, a Mr. and Mrs. A.
They had been married a few days, and were coming to England on a honeymoon tip. They were a charming American couple. Mr. A about thirty-five and the lady a few years younger. Mr. A. had been to England as a boy to visit his grandfather who was in business as a silversmith, trading in the strange name of Strong Tharm, this name can still be seen over a shop in London, but whether any of the same name carry on the business I cannot say.
They arrived in London and stayed in an hotel near piccadilly. They were homoeopaths and as is often the case the change of climate gave Mr. A. a bad cold, he found a homoeopathic chemist and came in for some Aconite, which, as he said, always cured him. They often came to the shop to make purchases and became very friendly, telling me a good deal of their history and affairs.
Walking around at lunch time I accidentally met them in Waterloo Place, looking at the Guards Memorial which stands in the middle of the road. “Hullo”, says Mr. A. “I am awfully pleased to meet you ; what are these buildings we see on the opposite side there?”.
“Well, I have a little time to spare so come along with me. We are in Pall Mall now and I must tell you that this place is full of the spirits of departed homoeopaths. John Bright was a member of the Reform Club over there-he was a great Reformer and good homoeopath. Further along we shall pass the Carlton Club, one of its members is a Colonel who has been through the Indian Mutiny. He is a fine homoeopath and many of the members have received kindly advice as to the right homoeopathic pilules to take for their common ailments.
“Now here is the War Office, an humble looking building with its courtyard enclosed with iron railings, with sentry and box complete the picture (now a fine building in Whitehall).
“Well, my friends, you must have heard of Marlborough House, even when in New York, as the home of the Prince of Wales, because I believe his name is popular over there. Well I will tell you a little story about this place that is known to only a few. A Royal lady stays here occasionally who is a homoeopath and prefers that treatment to the orthodox medicine. It is a rule of the court that only the appointed court physician should attend to members of the family when they require treatment. Now the lady knows how to keep this rule, also to side track it ; and this is how it is done.
“The homoeopath is commanded to call in the morning, and the court physician in the even–Diplomacy, say my American friends-and to quote and old song–and so say all of us.
“I still have a little time to spare; shall we go a little further?”.
“We shall be delighted”.
“Here is St. Jamess Palace, look at these two doors–one each side of the gateway–they were made in the time of William the Conqueror, 1066–a good sample of British workmanship”.
Mr. and Mrs. A. had, during their stay, made a few friends, and received invitations to dine out occasionally. On one of these occasions he dined well but not wisely, as one morning Mrs. A. sent and urgent message for me to go and see Mr. A. as he was very ill.
On my arrival at the hotel I found him in a semiconscious condition.
This looked rather serious. “I think this is a case for a doctor Mrs. A.” “No, I dont; listen and I will tell you what has happened. We were dining out last evening and he had too much whisky.” “How much do you think he drank?” “Well, I should say about half a tumblerful altogether, so perhaps the effect will go off without a medical man.” “Now let us treat him homoeopathically, he has had whisky, so we will treat him with the same remedy, only with a small dose”.
“Now here is the War Office, an humble looking building with its courtyard enclosed with iron railings, with sentry and box complete the picture (now a fine building in Whitehall).
“Well, my friends, you must have heard of Marlborough House, even when in New York, as the home of the Prince of Wales, because I believe his name is popular over there. Well I will tell you a little story about this place that is known to only a few. A Royal lady stays here occasionally who is a homoeopath and prefers that treatment to the orthodox medicine. It is a rule of the court that only the appointed court physician should attend to members of the family when they require treatment. Now the lady knows how to keep this rule, also to side track it; and this is how it is done.
