H. Hodgson Rugg
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| Born | 1812 | ||||||||||
| Died | 1891 | ||||||||||
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11 Grove Ter., Grove Road, St John's Wood 1 Grove Road, St John's Wood, NW [1872] | ||||||||||
| Occupation | medical | ||||||||||
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Contents
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Office Notes
House Notes
proposed 1867.06.04
Notes From Elsewhere
And the unfortunate individual holds out his cup for a stream of “water, flour, starch, chalk, treacle, salt, whiting, sugar of lead, annatto, and size, fattened with the brains ” of sheep, oxen, or horses, to make the mixture slab and good ! Such, according to Mr. H. Hodson Rugg, M.R.C.S., Cor- responding Member of the National Yaccine Establishment, &c., are the ingredients which for the most part constitute the whitish fluid we pour into our matutinal breakfast bowl and evening tea-cup, under the pleasant delusion that it is milk. The nauseous compound is, he describes, worse than the witches’ hell-broth ; and it was with a feeling of ineffable dis- gust and horror, — with a loathing from the very 'penetralia of feeling — that we saw the deliberate way in which Mr. Rugg sets about to prove his assertions, and the nauseatingly demon- strative evidence he adduces to support them. Chalk we were prepared for — whiting was to to be ex- pected-— water was notorious — treacle was endurable, and even size might pass — but “sugar of lead! and rotten sheep’s brains rubbed up inthemen’s hands (‘not the cleanest one would wish to see,’ interposes Surgeon Rugg, by way of a climax) with warm water, so as to form a white, milky -looking emulsion 1” Pah ! So filthy a compound never entered into our imagination, and from this time forth we’ll take good care it shall never enter our mouths. The very enumeration is sickening. ....
If Hodson Rugg does not state facts, we would deliver him up to the mercies of a jury of his own feUow-country- men, called from the various milk- walks of the West-end If his horrible story is true, we would put every milkman on trial for his life. It is really no laughing matter. We own our partiality to tea and coffee ; we used to like milk in the cup that cheers but not inebriates, but that day is gone for ever. Hodson Rugg has, at one fell swoop, removed the emulsions — be they cream or milk — from the catalogue of clean things fit lor the food of man. There is no evading him, no loop- hole for escape. He is clear, and positive, and precise as holy writ ; and step by step, as though, with lancet in hand, he were “demonstrating” some terrible ulcer, and removing layer after layer of corruption, he proceeds, till we arrive at the conclusion that for years back we have been swallowing a stercoraceous combination ‘of nasty substances, which we woidd not let a sow eat could we help it. In the first place, with diabolical sang froid Hodson Rugg devotes himself to show the vast value of pure milk “ to man in general, and children in particular, as an agreeable and mltritious food ;” as it contains aU the elements of anknal and vegetable life most beautifully balanced and arranged.
Henry Hodson Rugg married Christina Finlayson Rugg and they gave birth to Robert Hodson Rugg
Publications
External Publications
PRESERVATION OF VACCINE LYMPH.
H. Hodson Rugg, M.R.C.S., James Rymer, M.R.C.S., Edward Cripps [Lancet]
Observations on London milk, showing its unhealthy character, and poisonous adulterations: with remarks on the food of the cows, their pestilential places of confinement; with suggestions for remedying the evil
By H. Hodson Rugg.
· London, Bailey and Moon [1849]
