The hat was now greasy, and old, and torn; 4. A change came o'er the business of this hat. 5. A change it was the last-came o'er this hat. Of Israel's fated race; and friends once more Once more grew doubtless, jokeless, laughless, growlless: And last, not least of rescued blessings, love— Love smiled on me again, when I assumed LESSON XLV. DOCTOR AND PUPIL. ANONYMOUS. 1. A PUPIL of the Esculapian school, 2. One morn he thus addressed his master: "Dear sir, my honored father bids me say, If I could now and then a visit pay, He thinks, with you, to notice how you do, My business I might learn a little faster." 3. "The thought is happy," the preceptor cries; "A better method he could scarce devise; So Bob," (his pupil's name,) "it shall be so; And when I next pay visits, you shall go." To bring that hour, alas! time briskly fled: With dire intent, away they went, And now, behold them at a patient's bed. 4. The master doctor solemnly perused His victim's face, and o'er his symptoms mused; Then felt his pulse, and smelt his cane, And paused, and blinked, and smelt again, 5. And briefly of his corps performed each motion; Manoeuvers that for death's platoon are meant: A kind of a make-ready-and-present, Before the fell discharge of pill and potion. At length, the patient's wife he thus addressed "Madam, your husband's danger's great, And (what will never his complaint abate,) The man's been eating oysters, I perceive." "Dear! you're a witch, I verily believe," Madam replied, and to the truth confessed. 6. Skill so prodigious, Bobby, too, admired; And home returning, of the sage inquired How these same oysters came into his head? "Pshaw! my dear Bob, the thing was plain; Sure, that can ne'er distress thy brain; I saw the shells lie underneath the bed." 7. So wise by such a lesson grown, Next day Bob ventured out alone, And to the self-same sufferer paid his court; But soon, with haste and wonder out of breath, Returned the stripling minister of death, And to his master made this dread report: 8. "Why, sir, we ne'er can keep that patient under Zounds! such a man I never came across! The fellow must be dying-and no wonder, For ne'er believe me if he hasn't eat a horse!" 9. "A horse!" the elder man of physic cried, As if he meant his pupil to deride; "How got so wild a notion in your head? "How!—think not in my duty I was idle; Like you, I took a peep beneath the bed. And there I saw a saddle and a bridle!' LESSON XLVI. ADDRESS TO DR MOYCE, BY THE LADIES. 1. DEAR doctor, let it not transpire, Of which we never heard before. 2. But now, dear doctor, not to flatter, A matter which our thoughts run much on, Teach us the marks of love's beginning, Our teeth like pearl, our cheeks like roses, 3. Teach us, dear doctor, if you can, LESSON XLVII. A DECEIVER DECEIVED HALL Sir Christopher. And so, friend Blackletter, you are just come from college? Quiz. Yes, sir. Sir. Ch. Ah, Mr. Blackletter, I once loved the name of a college, until my son proved so worthless. Quiz. In the name of all the literati, what do you mean? You fond of books, and not bless your stars in giving you such a son! Sir Ch. Ah, sir, he was once a youth of promise. But do you know him? |