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me with a significant smile as he made his usualbow. " We are still here," said he; " and masterin the old way. The doctor is with him just now;but you,—I am sure you may walk up. My mas-ter is in the drawing-room." I followed John;and was kindly received by my poor friend. I ex-pected to have seen, also, my late acquaintance,Dr. Palm; but the individual who now suppliedhis place, was the antipode, both in form andmanner, of that fascinating disciple of Hippo-crates. He was a little, portly figure, with around, fresh-coloured, pleasant face; and hishead, which was rather large, covered with a pro-fusion of white hair, dressed in the fashion of theclose of the last century. Indeed, his entire figureand dress were those of a substantial citizen of1790. He did not rise when I entered; but merelymade a slight inclination of his head, and wavedhis left hand, which held his hat, raising it fromhis knee on which it rested. He then fixed hiseyes steadfastly upon me, whilst I addressed myfriend. After a few minutes, turning suddenlyround to his patient, he abruptly inquired, " Haveyou any thing more to say ?" Tom assured him