Who’d have thought it…? This extraordinary (and rare) poem, from 1751, was written in honour of an amputation performed by Jean-Nicolas Moreau, for over 40 years chief surgeon at the Hôtel-Dieu. Le Roy, a lawyer, praises Moreau for removing his lower arm, which was shattered in a hunting accident, recounting the process in some (rather gory) detail. The end of the poem describes a new gun Le Roy has commissioned from the Royal Gunsmith and the first time he used it, on a wild boar. He duly presents the fillet and the right trotter to Moreau.