Genre:

Poetry, Drollery

Subjects:

Medical Treatment, Surgery, Accidents, Disease, Commerce

    Cynically describes how a surgeon relishes the business generated by people being blown onto 'hard flagstones'. Compares his trade favourably with that enjoyed by other medical men from 'Zymotic diseases' prevalent in the autumn. Concludes by emphasising that 'When the North-Easter whistles shrill, / It makes me think on the little bill / To many a patient that I shall send'.