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Duchess of Malfy says , " to have my throat cut with diamonds , or to be shot to death with pearls ? " There are in London plenty of excellent surgeon dentists who operate on very reasonable terms .
The chapter on ptyalism , or salivation , occasioned by the exhibition of mercury , which the writer justly designates as a " Herculean medicine , " shows one of the many disasters that follow its excessive and unjudgmatic use , in the total loss of the teeth .
Among the maxims which our author lays down for the preservation of the teeth , he recommends the use of " a good and harmless dentifrice twice or thrice a week . " We have a notion that every one must make his dentifrice for himself , if he would be sure of its hanulessness . The finest set of teeth we ever saw in a " state of nature" belonged to a labouring
man in a village . lie had a fine healthy constitution ; his teeth had never met with any accident ; and he washed them every night and morning at a pump , using his fore-finger—a pretty rough one—as a brush , while he worked aw ay at the pump with the otlier hand . R . II .
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BY THE AUTHOR OV " CORN LAW RHYMES . " No . XVIII . Lkt idlers despair ! there is hope fur the wise , Who rely on their own hearts and hands ; And we read in their souls , by the flash of their eyes , That our land is the noblest of lands . Let knaves fear for England , whose thoughts wear a mask , While a war on our trenchers they wage : Free Trade , and no favour ! is all that we ask ; Fair play , and the world for a stage ! Secure in their baseness , the lofty and bold Look down on their victims beneath ; Like snow on a skylight , exalted and cold , They shine o ' er the shadow of death ; In the warm sun of knowledge , tluit kindles our blood , And fills our cheer'd spirit 3 with day , Their splendour , contemu'd by the brave and the good , Like a palace of ice , melts away . Our compass , which married the east and the west — Our press , which makes many minds one—Our steam-sinew'd giant , that toils without rest— - Proclaim that our perils are gone .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1836, page 286, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2657/page/22/
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