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and manners made her laugh in the most uncontrolable manner. Of the French ladies she spoke more respectfully, probably out of delicacy to my feelings; still I could see that she considered them as rather a ridiculous sort of people also, in their dress and manners. I cannot describe to you the effect of her conversation. There was not merely a novelty, there was a perfect fascination about it. So simple, and yet so proud; so ignorant of the world, and yet so keenly alive to the follies and absurdities that had fallen under her notice; so natural and even wild, and so gentle and courteous in her manners! At every moment, I was becoming more and more ashamed of not being as ignorant and unversed in the ways of the world as she was! In short, when she had finished her dinner, I was just beginning my own, and I hastily swallowed a plate of a Spanish ragout which I had selected for my dinner. And plain as the fare may seem to you, Messieurs, would prefer that dinner to dining with the king himself in a Chateau en Espagne.'

"We remained a long time at table, to talk merely, for we drank very little wine, and that of a quality which will not allow me to say, without great injustice to yours, M. le Duc, that it was equal to any I ever tasted. In fact, it was a most villanous sweet Spanish wine, the name of which I have no desire to remember, and of that vintage which is called a little worse than the worst in the world. But if we had had this delicious Chambertin there, it would have been all the same to me. I could not have drank it any better, for I was already intoxicated with something which for want of a better name, I must call love! When we rose from the table, all the ladies had gone to take their siesta. Don Philip recommended me to follow their example, as he did himself. I went to my chamber, but no sleep was to be found there. You will easily divine

the cause.

"By the bye, about the time that I ought to have been waking, sleep began to steal over my senses; but I was roused from my slumbers by the sound of a guitar, at the other end of the house, and a moment after, a voice, which you will please to acknowledge, was the sweetest that was ever heard, commenced warbling a pretty Spanish song, addressed to a butterfly, the refrain of which, only, I could perfectly understand, and that was something like this.

'Wand'rer-let thy wand'ring ceaseRest thee in my bower of peace

All the plaintive laments for exile in the world, tuned to the most mournful notes, would never have affected me as did that simple, accidental, unintended allusion to my condition. Judge of the feelings it produced in one that was not only banished from his country, but who could not think of his native land without indignation, aud sorrow, and shame! Will you believe it? That simple melody-those two lines -melted me to tears! I stole out alone, when the music ceased, and wandered into the neighboring forest, to indulge in the sadness it had created.

"As evening fell, I returned, and found that my absence had given some uneasiness to my worthy host and my Indian father. They were on the point of commencing a search for me. The beautiful Isabella, too, did me the honor to tell me that she was afraid

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for me, when she heard that I had gone into the fores alone, and had not returned. Could I do less than declare my gratitude for the flattering interest she had taken in my safety? and how much her kindness affected my heart?' Certainly not! You are sensible, Messieurs, that a Frenchman's compliments, upon such an occasion, ought not, however, to be taken au pied de la lettre. It is an injustice to him to doubt his sincerity; but it is a still greater error to understand him literally ! Donna Isabella, I could perceive, by her artless manner, fell into this latter mistake: and yet I could not regret being so misunderstood. It would have been impossible for me, besides, even if I had been disposed, to make such a child of nature comprehend how a man of honour could say more than he meant to a beautiful woman, without telling a dishonorable untruth,

، Well-l have not time to repeat to you, even if I could recollect them, the many gallant things that I said the rest of the evening, and the rest of the three days; but I can safely say, that though I believed myself in love, I never hinted at matrimony, although I saw that I was not entirely indifferent to the charming Isabella. If you think, that I was vain in making such a supposition, I can only say, in my defence, that the lady herself, the evening before I left her father's house, told me so with her own lips; and after this manner it came to pass.

"We were sitting alone under a beautiful magniola, which stood near the door, and I was expressing my heartfelt regrets at being obliged to part from her on the next morning, when she cut me short, by frankly avowing that she shared my regrets and returned my love! That her heart and very soul were mine, and that she believed that I did love her as sincerely as I had told her! Nor was that all. It seemed that she had communicated my pretensions to her father that day, and he had given his sanction to our mutual flame! She further informed me that I should return there in a few days, and become her husband; and that she would love me for ever, and every day more and more tenderly!

"Figure to yourselves my confusion, my inexpressible embarrasment! I was transfixed with amazement ! It was overwhelming! Warmly as I had admired her beauty; fascinated as I was by her singular character, and the odd mixture of simplicity and shrewdness which her conversation exhibited, the idea of marriage had not yet flitted across my brain, and if it had, it would not probably, for several good reasons, have remained there long. Now it stood in terrific size and proximity before my eyes! It was not only in my power to be married, but it appeared, that I was likely to figure in the character of Le Mari, malgre lui!' If I could have had some time for reflection, I believe I could have saved myself; but alas! what could I do? It seemed to me that my retreat was cut off; and so, I pressed her hand to my lips, (I hope there was no harm in that, Messieurs !) and returned her my best thanks for the honor she had done me, in making me the happiest of men! I suppose it was wrong; in fact, I am quite sure of it. But would it not have been still more monstrous to have set about explaining to such a girl, that I had only been trifling with her, in all the fine things I had been saying to her? and that what she had understood as coming from my heart

was only a little flummery, to show off my gallantry! That, indeed, would have been, as the amiable Fouché said, on another, occasion, ، worse than a crime; it would have been a shocking blunder "'

"Well, Messieurs, you may think, perhaps, that, considering all circumstances, my luck was not so deplorable. I will not deny that I easily reconciled myself to my good fortune, although it came in such a shower as almost to drown me. I was, as to my worldly affairs, at that time, very far from being in an enviable situation. I was a weary exile; not, to be sure a hopeless one, because I never suffered myself to despair, or even to despond. I even then looked forward to the regeneration of France as at hand. But let us keep clear of political reminiscences. I made up my mind, on the instant, to follow the bent of my destiny, and to espouse the lovely Isabella; if not immediately on my return from her Indian grandfather's dominions, at least within a very short period.

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« The next morning, before our party set out on that journey, Don Philip called me into his room, and after a few words of friendship, embraced me as his future son-in-law! How rapidly these simple foresters despatch such important affairs thought I; but I spoke only of my gratitude, and affection for his adorable daughter!

“ I see you smile, my friends, as if you think that I was all the while meditating an escape, at the very first opportunity, from these half-compulsory nuptials. Was l? You shall hear of my sincerity, and my constancy, upon a higher key than probably you have ever attempted!

I went to the Indian village, and staid with the amiable old chief a week, according to my promise, although I grew every day more impatient to return to the Natchez, and make my little preparations for my marriage. On my way back, I staid one night at Don Philip's, and found my passion went on increasing, at every glance at my bride. I was, also, more and more delighted with anticipating the pleasing task of forming the mind and cultivating the taste, of my darling enfant de la nature. I had no doubt of making her the prodigy of the age, in a few months, and was often thinking on what plan I should proceed whether I should aim to make her a Madame Dacier-only a great deal more learned-or a Madame de Sevigné— only a vast deal more witty. I believe, upon the whole, I concluded that she should be a sort of combination of the two: more of a femme savante than the one, and more of a bel esprit than the other. I bade her a most tender adieu, however, to return to my friends at the Natchez, before I had fully arranged the programme of her future studies. I knew that she could then read Spanish; and she had told me that she could write it very well. That was considered pretty high learning, for a young lady, among the planters in that quarter, and I was entirely satisfied with the progress which she had made in securing those two charming accomplishments! I rather rejoiced that it had been left so entirely to me to introduce her into the higher regions of literature. I caught myself, as I went along, thinking of a subject for her first poem. "You may well imagine that I did not part from the future Madame de C., after finding that she could write Spanish so well, without making her promise to correspond with me, and to send me a letter at every

opportunity, till I came up again, which was to be in about ten days. It was understood that the marriage should take place about that time, though the precise day was not named.

"On the evening of the second day, after I had returned home, as I was resting myself on my bed, after a day's hard hunting with some young Spaniards, a young Indian lad, of fourteen or fifteen years of age, suddenly presented himself at my door, and without bowing, or speech, or sign, approached me; and, as I started up to demand what he wanted, presented me a letter, which he drew from his bosom. He then very coolly laid himself on the floor, and by the time I had broken the seal, was fast asleep.

"You will believe me, without difficulty, when I inform you that the letter came from my beloved. It was full of the tenderest expressions and inquiries, and after charging me to write by the bearer, concluded with informing me that her dear father was coming to the Natchez the next day, and that she was coming with him, and would be at Don Gusman Allejo's house at nine the next morning. This was the most delightful news in the world for me; and when I had finished the perusal of this charming epistle, no drawback remained to my perfect felicity, except that I was obliged to acknowled that a little more than three words out of four were badly spelt! For instance, querido' my future savante had spelt with two rr's and two dd's, and I wonder that she did not begin with qq, when I observed that amigo' was also spelt with' mm' and, gg' But I was easily consoled for these slight mistakes, when I looked again at the sentiments these mispelt words conveyed. I even found a certain grace and beauty in those innocent blunders!

، [ hastened to reply ; and after expressing, in pretty sublime Spanish, the felicity I had derived from her charming letter, I launched into a still higher strain upon that which she was to bestow on me, by allowing me the sight of her divine beauty the next day. I did not stop to reflect that the young savage was all this while getting more soundly asleep, and when I had finished it was no trifling labor to awaken him. Those young Indians have an astonishing talent that way, and I could not help thinking that it was lucky I had begun, as I did, to rouse him, or it might soon have been impossible to do so, without the aid of heavy artillery. I succeeded at last, however; and the moment I gave him my despatch, the young rascal darted out of the room like lightning, and I have no doubt ran every step of the way, a distance of some seven English miles.

"It was not a moment later than eight o'clock when I arrived at my friend Don Guzman's, the next morning, to receive my intended, as became my duty and her deserts; and, although she named nine as the hour, allow me to mention, that she also anticipated the time by nearly thirty minutes! If you had seen the joy we manifested at the sight of each other, you would have known at once that we were lovers, and would have supposed that we had been at least separated three months.

"Her father returned, in the evening, to his home; but she remained, at the solicitation of Donna Maria, Don Guzman's wife, backed, you may suppose, by my influence, to spend the remainder of the week with her. You may be sure that she had more trouble to get her

father's consent than her own! But, at last, it was given, and we were so happy!

"For the next four days, I spent my whole day, and half the night, at Don Guzman's; and, incredible as it may seem to you, my passion still raged with unabated fervor. On the evening of the fifth, there was a ball and a grand festivity, in honor of some saint's day or other, at the house of one of the principal citizens. We were all there, as well as the whole elite of the beauty and fashion of that city. The number, of course, was not so large as in Paris; but among them was one young Spanish girl, who had been once in Paris, and with whom, for that reason chiefly, I loved to talk whenever I met her. She was passionately fond of dancing, and had so far improved by her travels in France, as to be very fond of compliments, and very much addicted to coquetry. If you hesitated about flattering her, she had a way of helping you to do it that was very droll. There where those who pretended that there was some love making, or would be made, between her and a certain young Frenchman, of the same name as myself. But I authorize you Messieurs, to contradict the report, in the fullest manner, whenever and wherever you may hear it. Still, though I had not found her beautiful enough to reconcile me to her folly, I had not found her so very foolish as to compel me to abandon my occasional gallantry to her. I therefore concluded, after dancing three times with my adored, that I would do the amiable to Donna Marguerita and ask her to dance, to which she readily assented. I did not observe that my angel changed her seat, and took one precisely behind us; and as it was some time before it came to our turn to move in the dance, I thought the interval could not be better filled up than with a few choice compliments with my partner. was so diverted to see the little coquette laugh with such delight at my most extravagant ones, and was besides in such high spirits at the presence of my divinity, that I rather think I must have uttered to her some things which I had intended for Donna Isabella! To make the matter still worse, when Donna Marguerita accused me of being captivated by that beauty, whom, however, she observed, en passant, she did not think was so very handsome, I took great pains to persuade her that she was entirely mistaken, and that, if I knew how the affair stood, I had been robbed of my poor heart long before I saw Donna Isabella, by a cruel beauty, named Donna Marguerita, who would neither give it back to me, nor give me her own in exchange for it? How that little simpleton laughed at my nonsense! and just at that moment, chancing to turn my head, as we were going to start in the dance, who should I find sitting at my very elbow, listening to every word of my elegant speeches, but my princess. Isabella herself! The look she gave me, I fairly trembled at! it came very near proving as fatal as that first glance, of which I have already related the effects! I blushed, I was giddy; but I could not stop to explain as my partner was already in motion, and had reached out her hand, at that moment, to receive mine!

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glance at the moody brow and the forked lightnings that played in the eyes of my Isabella Furiosa, I was seized with a chill, Imost as dreadful as Don Giovanni feels, in the opera, when he shakes hands so imprudently with the ghost of the old commander. I kept on dancing, however, and, in hopes to regain somewhat of my self-possession, I forbore to look in the direction of Isabella, and began to be more careful of throwing the figure into confusion, which my partner was every moment scolding me for.

"At length, as even the Spanish cannot dance for ever, without an occasional respite, my penance was ended, and I led my partner to her seat. I was now beginning to feel a little bolder, and had even prepared some excuses to my offended beauty. But, on looking round to find her, she had left the room; and, on fur. ther examination, I perceived that Don Guzman and his spouse had gone out also. I felt uneasy at these symptoms, and, on inquiry, was told that Donna Isabella, finding herself unwell, had retired in the middle of the dance, with her friends, and they were not coming back. I snatched up my hat and hastened after them. I ran, with the utmost impatience, to the house, and, without stopping to knock for admission, rushed into the room, where I expected to find the family. Don Guzman was there alone. The ladies had retired. In answer to my eager enquiries after the health of my beloved, he smiled, and said, She was in very good health, but in a cursed bad humour;' and that she was grievously of fended with me, for some cause which she very sulkily refused to explain, to him or his wife. He then told me, in a low tone, almost a whisper, Yon do not know her temper; she is as jealous as the devil. She has seen nothing of the world-brought up, you know, in that retirement-and she is very intractable, when she gets a maggot in her head. I can speak both from my own observation, and the information of my wife. I am a good friend of her father, who is no fool; but he does not know how to bring up his children. If I had such a daughter, I would put her in a convent, and keep her there, if the Pope himself forbade me!'

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"This was certainly very kind in Don Guzman; buť although the prospect of easily educating such a pupil would have began to appear a little more doubtful, if I had stopped to examine it, yet I was too much in love to heed these seasonable hints, and if I had not been so anxious to see my dear scholar, I am sure I should have had a serious quarrel with Don Guzman, for his impertinence, and should have compelled him to retract every one of his scandalous insinuations against my charmer's amiability. It was true that when I had dropped a hint to her the day before, in the most delicate manner, about her careless orthography, I found that she was in no hurry to correct it, and in fact quite indisposed to give herself any trouble about it. What do you think she replied ? ، My dear,' said she, you tell me you love to read my letters! Of course, I could not but re-affirm that they enchanted me; that the senti ments and expressions were divine! Why, then, my dear,' asked she, with the greatest surprise, why did you say something just now about my writing without attention to my words ?' I mean the spelling, dearest Isabella! Oh!' said she, with the most delightful naivete, every body has their own way of spelling!' "I requested Don Guzman to go and inform her that I was waiting to see her, and so he went, but soon came

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back with the very disagreeable intelligence that Donna Isabella did not wish to see me! I did not believe she spoke the truth. and so I insisted on his returning with a more pressing message. He brought me back for answer, that I had already her answer I began to grow very angry. I once more forced Don Guzman to try the effect of a new appeal, couched in the most entreating terms, in the Spanish language. To satisfy me, Don Guzman good naturedly made the third attempt, and staid so long a time that I was now confident he would prevail; at least if he did justice to the eloquent speech with which I had furnished him. At length, he made his appearance, and gave me a letter, which I was informed it was her high pleasure I should not read till I got to my own house. Finding I had so inflexible a person to deal with, I contented myself with complaining of her behaviour, and went home to read my letter. I was very far from being in an amiable mood, and I believe I thought, as I went along, that it would be no more than a just retaliation, if I should not go near such a capricious creature for three days!

"I have always thought that, in the temper with which I opened that epistle, the wretched orthography of the bitter reproaches it contained, decided my des tiny! Not that the style was otherwise worse than that of other ladies in similar circumstances; but it appeared to me that she had made a vow, when she began that letter, not to spell one word right, on purpose to ་ Then she called me annoy me! perfidious, and perjured, and false, and ingrate,' in such angry terms, and so many times, as if she could not repeat it often enough, that I began to think a little seriously of my good friend Don Guzman's portrait, and to take his hints in much better part! The result of all these bitter invectives was, that I was declared guilty of an infamous duplicity, and several other crimes; that I was pronounced a contemptible French monkey-and she renounced me for ever-and she availed herself of the last time she ever intended to write to me, to pronounce me unworthy of the love of Don Philip, and the 'Flower of the Sun,' and worthy only of being roasted, for a bad catholic, in the flames of purgatory, to all eternity!

"I declare to you, with all sincerity, as much as I had loved that girl till that moment-as much as I had been agitated and tormented by her refusal to see me― much as I trembled when I opened that letter-when I came to that curious and furious conclusion, all was forgotten; and, if my very life had depended on it, I could not have helped bursting into a violent fit of laughter. It was perfectly uncontrolable, for half an hour. It might have been a little preternatural; but I never laughed more heartily before, or since. Whether it was that I felt confident that such angry reproaches must lead to a superb reconciliation-or whether the bad spelling was so much more ludicrous than I had ever before conceived-or really, if I began to doubt whether, if the reconciliation did not take place, my heart must necessarily be broken- I do not know; but when my laugh was ended, I perceived that it had done a great deal of good to my spirits, and I concluded not to remain awake all night long, as I had at first intended. After a proper consultation with myself, therefore, as to what was to be done, I came to the conclusion that the wisest thing I could do, was to go to bed, which I accordingly did, and deferred my ulterior deliberations and measures to the next morning. I felt

quite sure that the storm would blow over, and the lovely Isabella would yet be mine: I believe I determined even to wait for another letter, in a different style, if not of spelling, at least of sentiment, before I presented myself to her sight!

"Well, at nine the next morning, I did receive a letter from her, by the hands of Don Guzman; and not only one, but several-but, alas! they were in my own hand-writing! The cruel creature not only sent me back my letters, but wishing also to take out of my possession those specimens of orthography on which I had placed a higher value than I should have done on an autograph of Queen Zenobia.

"Don Guzman was rather disposed to congratulate me on my escape; and as he swore it was all nonsense to attempt to reason with a woman, I at last gave up the precious manuscripts, to be restored to their author. I shortly after departed for New-Orleans; and, on the passage down the river, I began to see the affair in its true light. On my arrival in that gay city, I was convinced that, if not foolish in contracting myself to such a bad speller, at least I had been much more hasty than became a person of my good sense and superior judgment! At the end of a month, to my astonishment, I received a letter from Donna Isaballa, saying that she was sorry for my departure-and was willing to forgive me, as she had since been informed that Frenchmen are in the habit of saying tender things, which are not true, to many ladies at the same time; and that she believed, after all, that I loved her! She, therefore, gave me permission to return and marry her, within a certain time, which she did not make very long; and, at the same time, intimated that if I did not make my appearance by that time, it would be too late, and she would marry a young Spaniard-some Don Josè or Antonio-who wished to be her husband, and then forget me for ever. You may suppose that I was contumacious; more particularly when I inform you that the lady had not, in the mean time, made the least improvement in her orthography. I afterwards heard that she kept her word as to the marriage; whether she did, as to forgetting me, also, Messieurs, is a matter on which I can give you no information. But may judge for your selves, now that my story is finished!

THE BRIDE.

Those who recollect the affecting tale of the Broken Heart, in Irving's Sketch Book, will be able to appreciate the following lines. Were we at liberty to disclose the name of the highly gifted author, though it could not give additional sweetness to her poetry, it would, to those who know her, be adding another and a deeper charm to the many attractious which she displays in the circle she adorns.

They brought me to another land,
Across the ocean wide,

To dwell with strangers, and to be
A young and happy bride,
They call me beautiful and fair;
But yet I know mine eye
Hath lost the brightness that it had
Beneath my own sweet sky.

They wreathed too, in my shining hair, The jewels of their race:

I could but weep to see how ill

They suited with my face.

Alas! upon my altered brow, Their garlands flash in vain ; My cheek is now too pale to take "The tint of joy again.

I tread their fairy halls at night,
And all have smiles for me;

I meet with thrilling looks that make
Me dream of home and thee.
How beautiful are all things here;
How wonderful and bright:
The very stars appear to shed
A softer newer light.

But yet I feel my heart would give

Them all for one sweet flower, Pluck'd from the valleys, where my feet First trod in childhood's hour; Where I beheld the ocean flow

So proudly by the shore;

And saw the moonlight stream upon-
What I shall see no more.

I lov'd upon the dark green rock,
To take my lonely seat;

And watch the heaving billows throw
The sea weeds at my feet:

To meet the summer wind, and hear

Its murmurs in the trees;

And think thy voice was whispering me, With every passing breeze.

Yet sometimes, in my dreams, I view High ruins, lone and dark;

And sometimes I am on the sea

Within my own lov'd bark,

And softly then we float along,

Beneath the twilight star

Once more I seek the sky I love,
My own dear home afar.

Once more I twine around around my brow, The little flowers o pale

Once more I think my mother's voice

Comes sighing on the gale:

And then there is a wild sweet joy,
That thrills me in my dreams:
Flinging its radiance on my heart
Like sunset's golden beams.

MEDICAL MEN AND THEIR PATIENTS.

A medical man has a better opportunity of seeing his fellows in their naked colours than any other individual. He visits them at seasons when the bondage of formal observances is most relaxed. He knows them in health -on the bed of affliction-in the chamber of convalescence; and it is curious to watch the different aspects they exhibit on these various occasions. My own opinion of our common moral nature may perhaps be esteemed harsh and gloomy-it is however the result of unprejudiced observation. Neither am I disposed to fix my regards on the dark side of things; but on the contrary. Whether it is that the selfishness and ingratitude I have found pervading most men's actions is the result of improper education, or arises from the artificial state of society in which we live a state which, in many respects, tends to make us forget that we are all members of one great family, with the same desires, passions, and faculties, I will not presume to say. But of one thing I am convinced, that we have intelligence and feelings given to us, which, by proper cultivation, would produce a very different social condition from that which now prevails.

It is a common observation, that a patient's gratitude to his professional attendant ends with the delivery of his bill; this is true. And in a trading community it may be said in palliation, that having paid for his services, the obligation is cancelled. In common matters of barter, the remark holds good I suppose; but it certainly does not between a patient and his surgeon. The ties which should bind them together are of a widely different character to those which exist between parties who trade together for mere profit and loss, and differ equally widely from the claims of common friendly companionship. Their social relations, therefore, ought to be on a different and more imperative footing. That it is not so, is well known; nay, farther, that a medical man-one who is consulted in the hour of trialadmitted into the very recesses of domestic privacybefore whom is laid bare much that is hidden from the world-upon whose honor is reposed the highest confidences between man and man-is rarely viewed with more than acquaintance. Whatever may be the nature of the communication betwixt them--though the surgeon may have sacrificed his rest-may have sympathised with sufferings he could not cure-may have performed services repulsive to his own feelings-may have given up other avocations, the death or recovery of the patient who has considered him as his guardian angel, and the delivery of his bill puts to flight, in the generality of cases, all remembrances of grateful attachment, and again reduces them to the level of speaking or bowing acquaintances.

This is a singular anomaly, and goes far to explain the general charge against medical men-that their profession hardens their hearts, and robs them of sympathy for suffering. This is an error: that medical men, from constantly witnessing disease, are less open to the impression made by it upon indifferent or interested observers, is quite true; but to argue from this, that they are hard-hearted and unfeeling, is decidedly wrong. Their coldness and apparent in

difference, their unwillingness to pay that incessant attention which the patient and the anxieties of friends would prescribe, arise from different causes to those usually assigned, and in fact spring from the parties themselves. If a medical man were to spend time in sympathising with friends, or sitting by the patient according to his wish, in place of making the customary length of visit, he must devote one or two hours daily to each pressing case. A physician who receives a specific and considerable fee for each visit, may afford to do this; but the general practitioner, whose engagements ought to be numerous, would find himself on this plan of attendance restricted to a very limited number of cases indeed; and as his charge per visit is generally small, he would be condemned to starvation. If it be said-Well, but he might charge in proportion. Alas! those who make such a remark are ignorant how the matter stands. I will relate a case of my own, and leave them to judge :—An individual was labouring under an affection of the liver, complicated with mo- . nomania, As his life was of consequence, and as he was surrounded by anxious friends, and was well known to myself, besides having a high opinion of my skill, I was entreated on all hands to visit him three or four times a day; and, at his own urgent request, frequently sat with him for an hour. He was full of fancies, and was eternally sending for me whenever a new whim

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