Subjects:

Race, Disease, Medical Practitioners, Medical Treatment, Death, Accidents, Machinery

    Referring to the death of King Kamehameha II of the Sandwich Islands, writes: 'at our Black Prince / Historic pens would scoff— / The only one we moderns had / Was nothing but a Sandwich lad, / And measles took him off'. Another stanza reads: 'No iron-crackling now is scor'd, / By dint of battle-axe or sword, / To find a vital place— / Though certain Doctors still pretend / Awhile, before they kill a friend, / To labour through his case'. Urges the 'ancient men of might' to 'Sleep on, in rusty iron sleep, / As in a safety-coffin!'. (423)