'But could no course of medical treatment,' thought her master, 'correct her inextinguishable voracity?
Could not her pulse be lowered?
Might not her appetite, or her courage, be tamed?
Would a course of tonics be of service to her?
Suppose I were to take her to England to try the effect of her native air; would any of the great English surgeons or physicians be able to prescribe for her effectually?
Would opium cure her?
Yet there was a case of bulimy at Toulouse, where the French surgeons caught the patient and saturated him with opium; but it was of no use; for he ate[26] as many children after it as before.
Would Mr.Abernethy, with his blue pill and his Rufus pill, be of any service to her?
Or the acid bath--or the sulphate of zinc--or the white oxide of bismuth ?--or soda-water?
For, perhaps, her liver may be affected.

But, lord! what talk I of her liver?
Her liver's as sound as mine.

It's her disposition that's in fault; it's her moral principles that are relaxed; and something must be done to brace them.

Let me consider.' [26] This man, whose case I have read in some French Medical Memoirs, was a desperate fellow: he cared no more for an ounce of opium, than for a stone of beef, or half a bushel of potatoes: all three would not have made him a breakfast.

As to children, he denied in the most tranquil manner that he ate them.