ABSTRACT
The world today contains untold numbers of noble men and women who, through a lack of knowledge, have become the slaves of some one of the many remedies prescribed by physicians or made enticing by the advertisers’ art, to relieve them from an overworked and overtaxed system. It goes without contradiction that physicians are, strange to say,—yet not strange, either, when we recall the exacting duties of their profession,—numbered among opium’s ready victims. There is no department of life, no order of society, from the highest to the lowest, that cannot muster a large roll of opium takers. The Opium Eater, therefore, brings no railing accusation, or curses, or wishes other than the peaceful repose of the soul that first inoculated and opened up the way in his own life whereby the anguish and despair in the opium inferno was brought into it.
