Making Things Better

: Doctors.

A rich man sent to call a physician for a slight
disorder. The physician felt his pulse, and said, "Do you eat well?" "Yes,"

said the patient. "Do you sleep well?" "I do." "Oh, then," said the

physician, "I must give you something to take away all that."





Madame de Villecerf, who was brought to death in the flower of her age by

the unskilfulness of her surgeon, comforted him thus: "I do not look upon

you," she said, in dying, "as a person whose error has cost me my life, but

as a benefactor, who hastens my entry into a happy immortality. As the

world may judge otherwise, I have put you in a situation, by my will, to

quit your profession."





Willie Law, a half-witted man, was the descendant of an ancient family,

nearly related to the famous John Law, of Lauriston, the celebrated

financier of France. Willie on that account was often spoken to and taken

notice of by gentlemen of distinction. Posting one day through Kirkaldy,

with more than ordinary speed, he was met by Mr. Oswald, of Dunnikier, who

asked him where he was going in such a hurry. "Going!" says Willie, with

apparent surprise, "I'm gaen to my cousin Lord Elgin's burial." "Your

cousin Lord Elgin's burial, you fool! Lord Elgin's not dead," replied Mr.

Oswald. "Oh, never mind," quoth Willie; "there's six doctors out o'

Edinbro' at him, and they'll hae him dead afore I get there."



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