The Athenaeum tries a spot of prognostication in 1854:
If we may judge by our library table, homoeopathy is not in 1854 what it was in 1851. However frequently new delusions arise to occupy the human mind, there is a sure and inevitable law by which the old ones die.
Homoeopathy is evidently hastening towards that limbo of forgetfulness into which table-turning and spirit rapping have within the last few months been so hastily precipitated, and where faith in witchcraft, hobgoblins, astrology, alchemy, and the great sea-serpent has gone before.
