Blotting It Out
MATHEWS'S attendant, in his last illness, intending to give him his
medicine, gave in mistake some ink from a phial on a shelf. On
discovering the error, his friend exclaimed, Good heavens! Mathews, I
have given you ink.--Never--never mind, my boy--never mind, said
Mathews, faintly, I'll swallow a bit--of blotting-paper.