The Friend of Health, part 1

My new series will showcase Dr. Samuel Hahnemann's two-part book, The Friend of Health. He wrote part one in 1792, when his disillusionment of standard medicine was growing but he hadn't yet matured his homeopathic method. The book shows what treatment practices he employed when homeopathic medicines were not yet available to him. And the fact that his ideas on hygiene, diet and the environment are still relevant today says much about his perspicacity.

I'll let Hahnemann speak for himself now, and only provide a few modern edits (in parentheses) for clarification. He wrote in the preface of the book:

"When we behold the large family of mankind acting as they do, when we see with what perseverance they go through their more or less important spheres of action, which some (compelling emotion) often traces out for them, when we see how they all strive after the attainment of some kind of happiness, be it ease, rank, money, learning, amusement or excitement, scarcely deigning to cast a single glance towards the real blessings of this world, wisdom and health, which beckon them back to Eden, we can scarcely refrain from pitying a race of such noble origin and high destiny...

(It is my mission) only to preach upon the greatest of corporeal blessings, health, which scarcely any take the trouble to seek after, and few know how to value until it is lost.

We indeed hear it occasionally remarked that this or the other article of diet is wholesome or hurtful, that this or that remedy is a specific for this or that disease, that this or that habit is injurious...people interest themselves with fashionable modes of treatment, (impressive) diseases, cases of sudden death, beautifying remedies, and anecdotes about physicians. But all this is vain trifling.

The lover of highly spiced dishes exclaims against the indigestible nature of puddings; the tea-drinker can speak like a book about the evils of (drinking alcohol); the lady who has a weakness for coffee talks learnedly on the coarse juices of her who has a liking for beer; the guzzler of puddings declaims upon the poisonous nature of mushrooms.

Hearken to that gouty fellow how well he can describe the hurtful character of the day-labourer's life; to that young gentleman with his pimpled face, how he depicts the disadvantages of a sedentary life; hear how that lady who sticks close to her tapestry work inveighs against the dangers of dancing; and how the dancing nymph points out that much sewing causes (anemia). All know something, only not what is wholesome for themselves....

I should like to know if there is any condition in life, where some medical knowledge and some care for our own...health are not necessary....

Oh! that in the following pages I were so fortunate as to be able to contribute something to the happiness of mankind, if they would listen to the voice of a warm friend of his fellow creatures, as if it were the voice of a friend!"

This blog series won't cover every chapter of Hahnemann's book. Some chapters are truly obsolete, like the one on hydrophobia - a disease that was horrible in Hahnemann's time since there was no reliable cure. But I'll pick out the parts that still apply today, detailing them here one at a time. I hope you enjoy the new series!

Hahnemann: The Father of Homeopathy, Part 10

As an octogenarian, Dr. Samuel Hahnemann “grew thinner and more dwarflike. His knees bent in slightly; his torso was thrust forward, both when he walked and when he stood still; his face assumed the snowy hue which the slowing down of the blood’s circulation causes in old age. But the head, which ever more and more dominated the body, remained erect and sovereign.”

Parisians were captivated by Mélanie and Samuel’s unusual love story, and by the charm of Hahnemann’s “cheery and blissful old age.” The pair's popularity—and several celebrated cures— caused people to flock to the Hahnemanns' house in the center of the city with a multitude of ailments. Samuel had bequeathed the bulk of his German assets to his children (see part 9), but now he and Mélanie amassed a new fortune since they treated many wealthy patients.

Towards the end of Hahnemann’s life, the couple rarely left their house except to visit someone who was too sick to travel. Hahnemann wrote a friend, “Our horses are swift and our carriage light. For the rest, we live happily and cheerfully together like two good children and love one another in a way that amazes all our acquaintances.” One biographer wrote, “A happy marriage made (Mélanie) unsociable.” But she also “became the living compendium of homeopathy.” She mastered her husband’s medical system thoroughly, and several evenings per week gave homeopathic advice and medicine to the poor for free, while her husband rested.

On certain occasions—Samuel’s birthday or the anniversary of his doctoral degree—the house was lit with hundreds of candles and “everyone who had a name of note, or belonged to the beau monde, came to the house.”

There were also the “Monday receptions,” attended by doctors from all over the world, who discussed not just medical topics but also current events—the ceremonial interment of Napoleon’s body; the imprisonment of his nephew, Louis Napoleon; the death of Ferdinand Philippe, popular heir to the throne, in a carriage accident; Queen Victoria's upcoming visit to France, and much more. Hahnemann would listen quietly to the energetic dialogues, smoking his pipe and sometimes agreeing with his wife. He was perhaps distracted by thoughts of a project dear to his heart: Completing the sixth edition of his Organon of the Medical Art. In their leisurely hours, he dictated the book’s changes and additions to Mélanie since his writing hand had developed a tremor.

Springtime was not kind to Hahnemann. For twenty years, its pollen, gusty winds, and temperature shifts had given him a “catarrh of the bronchial tubes.” In 1843, at age 88, he said, “my earthly shell is worn out.” He sensed that this time would be the “final visitation of his yearly illness.” He treated himself as usual, but grew so weak that Mélanie consulted Dr. Croserio, an established physician who had witnessed a cure effected by Hahnemann ten years earlier and had thereafter embraced homeopathy. She kept her ailing husband “carefully secluded,” even from his daughter and 17-year-old grandson, and in the early hours of July 2, 1843, he died.

Hahnemann’s grandson, Leopold Suss, who also became a homeopath, harshly criticized Mélanie's handling of Hahnemann’s last days and funeral. As an adult, he wrote about that time, “Unfortunately I only saw my grandfather again when he was drawing his last breaths. I did not even see him in the evening before his death, although my mother and I had arrived in Paris a whole week before.” Regarding the funeral, he wrote, "The immortal Founder of Homeopathy was buried like the poorest of the poor; his funeral taking place as early in the morning as six o'clock, under a pelting rain, a common hearse bearing the remains of the great man to his last rest." He goes on to say that besides himself and a handful of servants, the only mourners at the graveside were his mother, Mélanie, and Dr. Charles Lethière (see part 9).

Hahnemann’s death threw Mélanie into profound despair. She could not immediately give up his body, so she had it embalmed (at great expense) and kept it for nine days. She also commissioned a final portrait of her dead husband with German historical artist Friedrich Boutwerk. Dr. Jahr, whose name is known to modern-day homeopaths thanks to his published works, was called to Hahnemann’s bedside at the end, and wrote, “Instead of seeing Hahnemann, the dear, friendly old man, smile his greeting, I found his wife stretched, in tears, on the bed and him lying cold and stiff by her side, having passed five hours before….” Her actions regarding the funeral, which she neither advertised nor celebrated, caused a sharp split in biographers’ opinions. Was she so devastated that she could not bear to think about, much less organize a proper funeral, as Rima Handley conjectured? Or was it, as Richard Haehl determined, “as if Madame Hahnemann completely forgot her husband after depositing him at Montmartre (cemetery).” That she, “closed that chapter of her life, in which the central figure had been Hahnemann, and that she wished to be rid of him.”

I think Haehl’s interpretation of Mélanie’s behavior is misconceived. She did not "close that chapter" of her life but continued to practice homeopathy. And would she have draped a lock of her hair around Hahnemann’s neck if she was of the cold-hearted mindset to be “rid of him?” The flaxen hair was discovered when Samuel and Mélanie’s bodies were moved from Montmartre Cemetery to Père Lachaise Cemetery in 1898. They were moved to make room for the planned monument to Hahnemann (which was erected two years later). When Hahnemann’s coffin was opened, the hair and a sealed glass bottle were discovered. Inside the bottle were the embalming report, a gold memorial medal containing Hahnemann’s profile and the inscription “To their Master, the French homeopaths,” and this message in Mélanie’s handwriting:

Christian Friedrich Samuel Hahnemann

Born at Meissen in Saxony on April 10, 1755

Died in Paris on July 2, 1843

His wife, Marie Mélanie d’Hervilly, will be united with him in the tomb, even as he has desired, and on it will be engraved the words written by him, "In this our tomb ashes shall mingle with ashes, bones with bones, even as the living were united in love."

Her intention was to be buried with Hahnemann, but 35 years later she was buried next to him, her wishes either forgotten or not followed. And although her remains are in Hahnemann's monument tomb in Père Lachaise Cemetery, they are still separated from his in their own coffin, and her name is not listed on the front of the large structure. Perhaps those in charge were too incensed about her refusals to release the sixth edition of the Organon to honor her. [For various reasons, which perhaps can be explored in another blog, it was not published until 1921.]

In the same year that the monument was finished in Paris (1900), a monument to Hahnemann in Washington D.C. was unveiled. Its approval was not easily won since Hahnemann was not an American, but the persistence of the local homeopaths paid off, and President McKinley finally gave the necessary permission for it. The man they honored, and his discovery, did “not belong alone to Germany but to the whole world.”

Samuel Hahnemann's death did not trigger the demise of homeopathy. Its fundamental truths had spread too far and had helped too many people to allow for its disappearance. Even when it suffered a decline, which it did for several decades after World War I, it re-emerged stronger than ever in the 1970s. [The reasons for the decline can perhaps be explored in another blog.]

The medical industries that are threatened by homeopathy's existence continue to attack it ferociously, using the same ridiculous (and conflicting) arguments that were used in Hahnemann’s day. On the one hand, homeopathy is dangerous because of the poisonous or noxious substances it sometimes employs; on the other hand, it's ineffective because the remedies contain no substance at all. Despite having no knowledge of modern-day physics, Hahnemann's answer to the question of small dilutions is perfect. He wrote, “This true maxim is not one that needs to be comprehended or blindly believed. I do not demand any belief with regard to it; neither do I expect it to be comprehended. I do not comprehend it either. It is an unalterable fact and it is proven by experience, on which I rely more than on reason.”

I hope you have enjoyed my 10-part blog on Dr. Samuel Hahnemann! Credit for it goes to the historians and homeopaths who took the time to research and write about him:

Thomas Lindsley Bradley, M.D: The Life and Letters of Dr. Samuel Hahnemann

Richard Haehl, M.D: Samuel Hahnemann, His Life and Work

Rima Handley, PhD: A Homeopathic Love Story, The Story of Samuel and Melanie Hahnemann

Martin Gumpert: Hahnemann, The Adventurous Career of a Medical Rebel

Robert Jütte: Samuel Hahnemann, The Founder of Homeopathy (Margot Saar translation)

Next time: I agree with Hahnemann, who said in 1835, “Homeopathy will always be to me an adoration,” so another topic will be forthcoming. Stay tuned! If you have any comments about this series, or ideas for future series, I’d love to hear from you! W

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Hahnemann: The Father of Homeopathy, Part 9

Samuel and Mèlanie Hahnemann arrived in Paris on June 21, 1835, after a two-week journey from Köthen, Germany. By mid-July, they were living in a spacious house that backed onto the Luxembourg Gardens. Hahnemann wrote to a friend, “We are living here in the purest air as if we were in the country; we are like a couple of doves and our love for one another daily increases.”

The political climate in France under Louis Philippe I was more stable than it had been in some time, and the king would not be exiled until five years after Hahnemann’s death. Therefore, the couple did not have to worry about war, even if social and financial inequality continued to cause unrest.

Mèlanie took Samuel to the opera and theater—something he had never indulged in while living in Germany. It was a time when romantic dramas were pushing the old classical plays off the stage. Their second night in Paris, they saw Meyerbeer’s Robert de Diable with Mèlanie’s father (who had consented to the marriage prior to its occurrence).

The Hahnemanns dined at the famous Tour d’Argent restaurant that had gorgeous views of the Seine, attended the ceremonial opening of the Arc de Triomphe, and admired the newly arrived obelisk of Luxor in the Place de la Concorde. [The obelisk was an ancient (1250 B.C.) monument gifted to France from Egypt.]

The Gallic Homeopathic Society, started in 1832, made Hahnemann an honorary president, and he sat as chairman at their infrequent meetings and encouraged all those studying homeopathy to follow the doctrine as he had presented it. Before Hahnemann had arrived, the Society had been denied permission to open a homeopathic hospital. The decision was influenced by the French Royal Academy of Medicine whose members had argued, “reason and experience are united to repel with all the force of intelligence a system like this.”

France had been inundated with new medical systems ever since the French Revolution had swept away anything related to the old, established systems. Dr. Gall had brought phrenology (the study of head bumps), which was popular for a time. When that phase was waning, it was replaced by Mesmer and his mesmerism. To the Academy of Medicine, homeopathy was one more crazy phase; they had also tried to get Hahnemann’s request to practice medicine in France denied. Fortunately, the Minister of Public Instruction, M. Guizot, was more open-minded. He wrote, “If homeopathy is a chimera, or a system without internal cohesion, it will collapse of its own accord.” He chided members of the Academy, saying that their mission should be to “favor science and to encourage discoveries.”

[An aside: In Hahnemann’s opinion, the members of the Academy were “barbaric venesectors.” By the time the Hahnemanns arrived in Paris, Broussais’ once very popular blood-letting method was starting to decline, but not fast enough for Hahnemann. Regarding Broussais’ method, Hahnemann wrote, “The doctors of Europe and elsewhere willingly took to this one easy method of treating all diseases, because it spared them all reflection (the hardest work under the sun!).”]

After living in France for three years, Hahnemann wrote to a friend, “I found that France was, and is still, very weak in our art….” But he goes on to say that young medical graduates had become more and more interested because of “the number of cures affected by myself and my dear wife.” On a more personal note, he wrote, “I live here highly respected, partly no doubt because my wife is a Frenchwoman of good family and has a large circle of distinguished friends; and I enjoy better health and spirits than for the past twenty years. Many Germans who knew me formerly tell me I look many years younger, for which I have expressly to thank my loving warden, my dear Mèlanie.”

All of Hahnemann’s letters from that period of his life tell of his continued love for Mèlanie. She adored him as well—along with his medical system—and applied herself to learning it wholeheartedly. Less than two years after moving to Paris, Hahnemann wrote a friend, “...through her own study of our science she daily progresses more and more. Her cures of the worst diseases...amazed everybody, and at times, even myself.” They saw patients together every morning and Mèlanie held a clinic for the poor in the afternoon. There was no shortage of patients, from all social classes and many nationalities, and the Hahnemanns eventually had to move to a larger house to accommodate them all. The practice was “opulent and fashionable,” and rose far above the category of a “fringe” medicine.

Typically, in the nineteenth century, physicians were expected to go to the homes of their wealthy patients, and it was a sign of Hahnemann’s renown that these people traveled to him. There were exceptions: When people were too ill to make the trip, Hahnemann and/or Mèlanie would travel to them, and one patient, Baron Rothschild, was so rich and powerful that he offered enough money to always receive house calls. Some other famous patients were Lord Elgin, who brought the “Elgin marbles” to Britain, sculptor David d’Angers, portrait painter Henri Scheffer, dramatist and essayist, Ernest Legouve, Comédie-Francaise actress Rachel, Philippe Musard, the “Glenn Miller of his day,” violinist Paganini, and many others. The Hahnemanns charged fees on a sliding scale basis, and Mèlanie maintained her free clinic for the poor throughout her practice, even after she became a widow.

Mèlanie’s old painting teacher, Guillaume Guillon-Lethière (see part 8), entrusted his grandchildren to Melanie in his will, and they lived with her and Hahnemann. Ea Lethière became a painter, like her grandfather, but Charles Lethière studied pharmacy, became the Hahnemanns right-hand man, and later qualified as a doctor and a homeopath himself. Mèlanie’s father was treated for cataracts by the Hahnemanns, and several of Hahnemann’s children received treatment through correspondence with him. Only one of his children, Amalie, ever travelled to Paris to see him. He had hopes that expansion of the railroad would eventually allow others to easily visit him, but it never happened.

One patient, Helen Berkley, French-born American author, playwright, actress, and preservationist wrote a detailed account of her consultation with the Hahnemanns. It’s a fascinating read in its entirety, but here I will share her detailed physical descriptions of the pair. She described Mèlanie as “an elegant-looking woman, with a finely rounded form, somewhat above the medium height. Her face could not be called beautiful or pretty, but the term handsome might be applied to it with great justice. Her forehead was full and high, and her hair thrown back in a manner which perfectly displayed its expansive proportions. Those luxuriant tresses of a bright, flaxen hue were partly gathered in a heavy knot at the back of her head and partly fell in long ringlets behind her ears. Her complexion was of that clear but tintless description which so strongly resembles alabaster. There was a thoughtful expression in her large blue eyes, which, but for the benignant smile on her lips, would have given a solemn aspect to her countenance.”

Hahnemann she described thus: “His slender and diminutive form was enveloped in a flowered dressing gown of rich materials, and too comfortable in appearance to be of other than of Parisian make. The crown of his large, beautifully proportioned head was covered by a skull cap of black velvet. From beneath it strayed a few thin snowy locks, which clustered about his noble forehead, and spoke of the advanced age which the lingering freshness of his florid complexion seemed to deny. His eyes were dark, deep set, glittering and full of animation.”

At some point during the consultation, Hahnemann came to realize that Helen had been in Germany and knew the language. “He immediately commenced a conversation in his native tongue, inquiring how I was pleased with Germany, what I thought of the inhabitants, their customs, whether I found the language difficult, how I was impressed with the scenery, and continuing an enthusiastic strain of eulogium upon his beloved country for some time.” Her story shows that Hahnemann clearly felt great nostalgia for his homeland. As much as he had suffered persecutions there, he would always love it dearly.

Next: The Hahnemanns in Paris, part 2 – the last installment of the series.