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DR. MORGAN. "Humbug! Cott in heaven! You old " DR. DOSEWELL. "Old what, sir?" "Old allopathical anthropophagite!" "Sir!" "Sir!" DR. DOSEWELL. "You're abusive." DR. MORGAN. "You're impertinent." DR. DOSEWELL. "Sir!" DR. MORGAN. "Sir!" The two rivals confronted each other. They were both athletic men, and fiery men. Dr. Dosewell was the taller, but Dr. Morgan was the stouter. Dr.
DR. MORGAN. "Humbug! Cott in heaven! You old " DR. DOSEWELL. "Old what, sir?" "Old allopathical anthropophagite!" "Sir!" "Sir!" DR. DOSEWELL. "You're abusive." DR. MORGAN. "You're impertinent." DR. DOSEWELL. " Sir!" DR. MORGAN. "Sir!" The two rivals confronted each other. They were both athletic men, and fiery men. Dr. Dosewell was the taller, but Dr. Morgan was the stouter. Dr.
And having administered another of his mysterious globules, he inquired of the landlady how far it was to the nearest doctor, for the inn stood by itself in a small hamlet. There was the parish apothecary three miles off. But on hearing that the gentlefolks employed Dr. Dosewell, and it was a good seven miles to his house, the homoeopathist fetched a deep breath.
"Let me take your hand, ma'am. God reward you both." "La, sir! why, even Dr. Dosewell said, rather grumpily though, 'Never mind my bill; but don't call me up at six o'clock in the morning again, without knowing a little more about people. And I never afore knew Dr. Dosewell go without his bill being paid. He said it was a trick o' the other doctor to spite him." "What other doctor?"
"We country doctors bow to our metropolitan superiors; what would you advise? You would venture, perhaps, the experiment of bleeding." "Pleed! Cott in heaven! do you think I am a putcher, an executioner? Pleed! Never." DR. DOSEWELL. "I don't find it answer, myself, when both lungs are gone! But perhaps you are for inhaling?" DR. MORGAN. "Fiddledee!"
He would pound me in a mortar if the law would let him." "The wretched charlatan! I should like to pound him in a mortar." DR. MORGAN. "Good-by, my esteemed and worthy brother." DR. DOSEWELL. "My excellent friend, good-by." "I forgot. I don't think our poor patient is very rich. I confide him to your disinterested benevolence."
Dosewell, recovering his cheerful smile, but with a curl of contempt in it, "and would soon do for the druggists." "Serve 'em right. The druggists soon do for the patients." "Sir!" "Sir!" Morgan, that I am an apothecary as well as a surgeon. In fact," he added, with a certain grand humility, "I have not yet taken a diploma, and am but doctor by courtesy." DR. MORGAN. "All one, sir!
"We country doctors bow to our metropolitan superiors; what would you advise? You would venture, perhaps, the experiment of bleeding." "Pleed! Cott in heaven! do you think I am a putcher, an executioner? Pleed! Never." DR. DOSEWELL. "I don't find it answer, myself, when both lungs are gone! But perhaps you are for inhaling?" DR. MORGAN. "Fiddledee!"
He would pound me in a mortar if the law would let him." "The wretched charlatan! I should like to pound him in a mortar." DR. MORGAN. "Good-by, my esteemed and worthy brother." DR. DOSEWELL. "My excellent friend, good-by." "I forgot. I don't think our poor patient is very rich. I confide him to your disinterested benevolence."
Morgan grinned maliciously, and produced a globule the size of a small pin's head. Dr. Dosewell recoiled in disgust. "Oh!" said he, very coldly, and assuming at once an air of superb superiority, "I see, a homoeopathist, sir!" "A homoeopathist." "Um!" "Um!" "A strange system, Dr. Morgan," said Dr.
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