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had sent for, and who he, momentarily, expectedwould repeat his visit. He had scarcely utteredhis name, when the bed-room door opened, andthe doctor was announced. I had no time tomake my physiognomical observations, before thelearned gentleman was at the bed-side, which heapproached with a light, springy step, on tiptoe;and seizing my friend's hand between both of hishands, and leaning forwards, inquired with all theapparent warmth and anxiety of an old associate,into the state of his present feelings. " I trust,my dear Sir !" said he, " that the medicines whichI prescribed speedily relieved those frightfulspasms 1" And, without waiting for a reply, turn-ing to me, with the sweetest smile, voice, andmanner imaginable, " I found Mr. Wunderlich ina very critical state." He then seated himself,still holding the hand of his patient, and recom-menced his professional queries. I had nowan opportunity of observing the doctor. He wasbelow the ordinary stature, and of a meagre form ;plainly, I should almost say shabbily, attired ; buthis head might have been selected by an artistas the finest model for that of a philosopher. It