I will ask the Landlady about it,--these old women often know
more than the young doctors just come home with long names for everything
they don't know how to cure. But the name of this complaint sets me
thinking. Bronzed skin! What an odd idea! Wonder if it spreads all
over one. That would be picturesque and pleasant, now, wouldn't it? To
be made a living statue of,--nothing to do but strike an attitude. Arm
up--so--like the one in the Garden. John of Bologna's Mercury--thus on
one foot. Needy knife-grinder in the Tribune at Florence. No, not
"needy," come to think of it. Marcus Aurelius on horseback. Query. Are
horses subject to the Morbus Addisonii? Advertise for a bronzed living
horse--Lyceum invitations and engagements--bronze versus brass.---What 's
the use in being frightened? Bet it was a bump. Pretty certain I bumped
my forehead against something. Never heard of a bronzed man before.
Have seen white men, black men, red men, yellow men, two or three blue
men, stained with doctor's stuff; some green ones, from the country; but
never a bronzed man. Poh, poh! Sure it was a bump. Ask Landlady to look
at it.
--Landlady did look at it. Said it was a bump, and no mistake.
Recommended a piece of brown paper dipped in vinegar. Made the house
smell as if it were in quarantine for the plague from Smyrna, but
discoloration soon disappeared,--so I did not become a bronzed man after
all,--hope I never shall while I am alive.
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