will take it, and beg leave to wish you a good day.

Dr. Your Ladyship is all goodness. I am penetrated with the sincerest gratitude; and shall always consider myself as your Ladyship's most obsequious, obliged, and very humble servant.

DIALOGUE THE THIRD,

SCENE.

AN APOTHECARY'S SHOP.

Enter Dr. Borecat, to Mr. Mixum.

Mirum. (Pounding in a mortar and

singing)

Here I go up, up, up,

Here I go down, down, downy;
Here I go backwards and forwards,
And here I go round, round, roundy.

Borecat. Adad, Mr. Mixum, I am happy to catch you at home; I was exceedingly anxious to see you.

Mixum. Why, you are somewhat fortunate in that respect, my dear Doctor. I am seldom to be found compounding in the shop. I have done with that branch of the profession for some years, and am,

like yourself, a visiting medical gentleman, though without a formal permission from the college of Aberdeen. Still, however, I put my hand to any thing, as occasion may require; and the present delightful weather has so filled us with business, that all our apprentices and journeymen are at this moment running over the town in every direction, loaded with emulsions; fever-draughts; electuaries; drastics, &c. &c. &c.; so that there is no one but myself to make up a prescription of my young Ulster friend's, Dr. Sourcrout, for his solitary patient Lady Choleric, who has just ruptured a blood vessel in giving her daily scolding to her Abigail. But what a blessed season is this, my dear boy! A beautiful Scotch mist for twenty-eight days successively; with the wind at the east, and blowing like the devil. Nothing to be heard but sneezing and wheezing; coughing, hawking, and spitting; nor any thing to be seen but swelled jaws, running noses, and blood-shot eyes. I can't go out of doors but I've the pleasure of hearing

every body complaining; and finding that
catarrhs and rheumatisms are multiplying
as quickly as maggots in a lump of putrid
flesh. I'm sure if we men of business had
time to say our prayers, we ought to fall
down on our knees and thank Providence
for his particular interposition, as it should
seem, in our favour. Why, 'tis as produc-
tive as if he had sent us the genuine Phila-
delphian fever; or given us the advantage,
for a month, of the Sirocco, Samiel, or Har-
mattan. Good luck to an easterly wind, say
I. [Pounding and singing]" Here I go up,
up, up; here I go down, down, downy."
I feel myself in such high spirits when
every body's nerves are out of order, and
all my friends, devoured by the blue devils,
that I scarcely know what I am about.
But pray, my dear Doctor, how can I serve
you? You appear to me to be under some
agitation. Pray-

Borecat. Agitation, Mr. Mixum! I believe I am, indeed, and with very good reason, I think.-Adad, sir, for what I know you may have killed a patient of

mine; and I stand a good chance, not only of losing all my business (however that's a trifle), but of being hanged for a murder of your committing.

Mirum. Do, my dear Doctor, be cool, and explain to me more particularly the cause of your discomposure; for I protest, as yet, I know not what you mean.

Borecat. Mean, sir! why I mean that you have made up a dose of my prescribing with ten times as much laudanum in it as I had ordered, and thereby thrown an old lady into so deep a slumber, as I thought would never have been disturbed till the sounding of the last trump.

Mirum. Oh! is that all, my dear Doctor? Never disturb yourself about such a trifle These mistakes frequently happen in the hurry of business; but no harm ensues. The patient tips off, and nobody is ever the wiser about the cause of his exit. Besides, had the old lady slept her last, there would have been no great reason for your distressing yourself on the occasion. It was high time for her to go, I presume; and