A Chancery barrister having been for a long while annoyed by an
irritable ulcer on one of his legs, called upon Mr. Abernethy for the

purpose of obtaining that gentleman's advice. The counsellor judging of an

ulcer as of a brief, that it must be seen before its nature could be

understood, was busily employed in removing his stocking and bandages, when

Mr. Abernethy abruptly advanced towards him, and exclaimed in a stentorian

voice, "Halloo! what are you about there? Put out your tongue, man! Aye,

there 'tis--I see it--I'm satisfied. Quite enough;--shut up your leg,

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