When Cotton Mather Fought The Smallpox (August 1957 | Volume: 8, Issue: 5)

When Cotton Mather Fought The Smallpox

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Authors: Laurence Farmer

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August 1957 | Volume 8, Issue 5

“The Town is become almoft an Hell upon Earth, a City full of Lies, and Murders, and Blafphemies, as far as Wifhes and Speeches can render it fo: Satan feems to take a ftrange Pofsession of it, in the epidemic Rage, againft that notable and powerful and fuccefsful way of faving the Lives of People from the Dangers of the Small-Pox . What can I do on this Occafion, to gett the miferable Town difpofsefsed of the evil Spirit which has taken fuch an horrible Pofsefsion of it? What befides Prayer with Fading, for it?”
                                                  — From the diary of Cotton Mather, August 24, 1721.
 

In the spring of 1721, Boston was greatly alarmed by the news that there were cases of smallpox in town. The dreaded disease had apparently been brought in toward the end of April by a sailor from a ship recently arrived from the Caribbean, and although the authorities had quarantined the house in which he lay ill — the only measure then available to combat its spread — the contagion was soon out of hand.

During the next weeks and months it took on terrible dimensions. When it had finally run its course more than half of the small community’s ten thousand inhabitants had contracted the disease, more than eight hundred persons had succumbed to it. As if this were not enough, the town’s ordeal was heightened by a medical controversy which split the community wide open and shook it to its foundations. Bloodshed often appeared imminent. At one juncture it was avoided only by the misfiring of a grenade.

Smallpox, long endemic in Europe, had been introduced repeatedly to the New World from there. With its high mortality, with its often agonizing course, and with the hideous disfigurement it indicted on those who survived, it ranked as one of mankind’s most awful scourges. When Boston realized that smallpox had again appeared in its midst, the populace was terror-stricken. The older generation, in whose memory the epidemic of 1702 was still vividly alive, was especially filled with trepidation.

The medical profession was helpless. Its measures were of no avail. The disease had to take its course, with survival or death a matter of chance or divine intervention, according to one’s philosophical and religious points of view.

Early in the epidemic the Reverend Cotton Mather, long a pillar of the community, attempted to interest the town’s physicians in “the Practice of conveying and suffering the Small-pox by Inoculation,” a practice “never used … in our Nation.” Having casually heard about it some years earlier from some African slaves, his interest was fully awakened when, subsequently, he chanced upon a communication in the Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society of London, reporting upon its apparently successful use in Turkey. Then