English poem
Dr. Little's Grand Antidote for Snake-Bites
Sapient Dr. Little to the public papers wrote,— "At length, for bites of Cobras, I found an antidote. On all my native servants this remedy I've tried, And though they've oft been bitten, not one of them has died. This remedy is simple, empyric, and complete,— One pint of brandy hourly, and taken almost neat."
Thus wrote Dr. Little. But his letter had Been perfect, had he added, the Post Scripts that I add.—
"Such treatment is effective. A drowsiness sets in: O'er the features of the patient there spreads a languid grin. With low and gentle hiccups, he croones an Indian lay, Then with a final stagger, falls down, and snores away. Not till the following morning, when high has climb'd the sun, Is his slumber broken, or his snoring done. The poison then is conquer'd. But it often leaves behind A thirstiness, a head-ache, a depression of the mind. But this to cure is easy. The head-ache quickly flies If the patient round his forehead a well-wet towel ties. His mind's prostration likewise, likewise his thirstiness, Are quickly counteracted by a dose of B. and S."
(Post Script, No. II.) "But very strange to say Those who've been once bitten, and treated in this way, Within a week are certain, to come, with groans of pain, To tell me that a cobra has bitten them again!"