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The coach stopped at eleven o'clock to allow the passengers to sup. The homoeopathist woke up, got out, gave himself a shake, and inhaled the fresh air into his vigorous lungs with an evident sensation of delight. He then turned and looked into the coach. "Let your father get out, my dear," said he, with a tone more gentle than usual. "I should like to see him indoors, perhaps I can do him good."

With some difficulty Leonard succeeded in bringing Helen to the recollection of the homoeopathist, stating how he came in charge of her, and why he sought Dr. Morgan. The doctor was much moved. "But, really," said he, after a pause, "I don't see how I can help the poor child. I know nothing of her relations. This Lord Les whatever his name is I know of no lords in London.

Here the woman with "expectations" threw open the door, and suddenly announced "DR. MORGAN." The parson started, and so did Leonard. The homoeopathist did not at first notice either. With an unobservant bow to the visitors, he went straight to the patient, and asked, "How go the symptoms?"

Whether it was the globule that the homoeopathist had administered, or the effect of nature, aided by repose, that checked the effusion of blood, and restored some temporary strength to the poor sufferer, is more than it becomes one not of the Faculty to opine. But certainly Mr.

And I say, Sir, perhaps, as no doubt you have been living in town, and know more of newfangled notions than I do, perhaps you can tell us whether or not it is all humbug, that new way of doctoring people." LEONARD. "What new way, sir. There are so many." SQUIRE. "Are there? Folks in London do look uncommonly sickly. PARSON. "Homoeopathist." SQUIRE. "That's it.

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.

We must accept the conjuring ultra-ritualist, the dreamy second adventist, the erratic spiritualist, the fantastic homoeopathist, as not unworthy of philosophic study; not more unworthy of it than the squarers of the circle and the inventors of perpetual motion, and the other whimsical visionaries to whom De Morgan has devoted his most instructive and entertaining "Budget of Paradoxes."