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me— " You must," said he, " sit down, only forten minutes, to hear that part of my story." I satdown accordingly. " You know that d----- d fel-low Bolus ?—but, I am forgetting," looking at hiswatch, " it is time to take my pill and draught."He instantly placed one of the pills upon histongue, and washed it down with a draught, whichhe emptied into his mouth from the phial, withoutevincing the least reluctance to it, in any featureof his face; and, having sat down, again began hisnarrative.

" You know that fellow Bolus ? He became aphysician and attended me on my travels, in whichmy mother also formed a party. He quite mistookmy case, and treated me improperly from the be-ginning ; but, at length, he formed a design uponmy poor mother; and, as his suit advanced withher, he became more and more negligent of his pa-tient, until he had the impudence to tell me, thatmy complaints were all imaginary; although therascal knew that my liver was in the most torpidstate, and the secretions consequently vitiated; thatmy stomach had lost its digestive functions ; that