Unpublished early nineteenth-century manuscript poem, titled 'The Cockney Quack Doctor', satirising the London working clases and medical profession around the time of Dickens's 'Pickwick Papers'.

1p., 8vo. Aged and worn, having previously been folded into a tight packet, and laid down on a paper backing. Headed with the title, and neatly written in two columns. The poem consists of 60 lines arranged in six stanzas. The first and last stanzas indicate the tone. The first reads: 'The Doctors & Sargeants all calls me a Quack | Cause as how that they sees how I'm follow'd | But as for that there they may all hold their Clack | For you knows Sirs as how I'm a Scollard | I spose cause I wasnt at the Warsity Schoole | The Boobys will tell you as how I'm a fool | And cant get good larning without it | But ffather [sic] and Mother & old Master Platt | They know'd about Sargery drugs and all that | And so they learnt me all about it | And so they learnt me &c'. The last reads: 'So now you see the [sic] comes to me | With Gouts and with Rhumatis Arsmats and Measels and Sore Eyes and no Eyes to do with them what I pleases | So I Bolus um and Blisters and Goggles um and Glisters um and mixes up and gi's to um | Garlick and Copperars Witterall and unceed | Bean Shucks and Scutchaneel Dock leaves Sloe's and Scurby grass Lunetary lecture and Burgammy Pitch | And I cures them all deseases | And I cures them &c'. The only other copy of this manuscript traced is in the Osborn Collection.