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quisites in society ; for, although strict honour and integrity are of more essential value in the grand purposes of human life ; yet, good-humour, like small money, is of more immediate use in the common commerce of the world. There is no situation in life, no engagement in business, or party of pleasure, wherein it will not contribute to mitigate pain or heighten enjoyment.
COURT FAVOUR. In general the stream of court favour is like a stream in an alluvial country, the banks by which it is to be reached are muddy, and whoever would drink of the waters must wade through dirt to reach them, and stoop for his draught.
In the canton of Basle, in Switzerland, there is a law which compels every new-married couple to plant six trees immediately after the ceremony, and two more on the birth of every child. They are planted on commons, frequently near the high roads, and the greater part of them being fruit trees, are at one and the same time both useful and ornamental. The number planted is said to amount to 10,000 annually. THE FIRST MEETING BETWEEN DRS. RADCLIFFE
AND MEAD. WHEN Dr. Mead was young, and just beginning to be talked of, he was asked to Carshalton ; the object was to make him drunk, and to see the man : this design he suspected, and carefully avoided to fill a bumper when the sign was given. And he so managed as to see all the company retire under the table except Radcliffe and himself; and the former was so far gone as to talk fast, and to show himself affected by the potations.
“ Mead," said he, “will you succeed me ?” “ It is impossible," replied the polite Mead; “ you are Alexander the Great, and no man can succeed Radcliffe : to succeed to one of his kingdoms is the utmost of my ambition.” Radcliffe, with all his bluntness, was susceptible of flattery when delicately dressed up, and this reply won his heart. “ I will recommend you, Mead, to my patients,” said he ; and the next day he did Mead the honour to visit him in town, when he found him reading Hippocrates. Radcliffe with surprise asked, “ Do you read Hippocrates in the original Greek ?'' 6 Yes," answered Mead respectfully. “I never read it in my life," said the great Radcliffe. “No,” replied Mead, “. no occasion, you are Hippocrates himself.” This did the business for Mead, and it completely gained the blunt Radcliffe ; and when he did not choose to attend patients, he recommended Mead, who, from that moment, rapidly rose in his profession.
WHETTING A RAZOR.
A YOUNG fop who had just begun to shave for beard, stepped into a barber's shop, and after a grand swagger, desired to be shaved. The barber went through the usual movement, and the young sprig jumped up with a flourish, exclaiming, « Maw foine fellow, what's your chawge?”. “Oh, no charge,” was the reply. “ No chawge ! how's that?" Why, we are always thankful when we can get soft calf skin to whet our razors on.”
THE DISEASE AND THE DOCTOR.
Two friends having been taken ill much about the same time, one of them recovered his health a considerable time before the other ; upon which some surprise being expressed, the first convalescent observed, “ He had nothing but his disorder to contend with, but his friend had that and the doctor into the bargain."
AMERICAN CHRISTENING. THERE is a man down east, rather a facetious chap, whose name is New. He named his first child Something, as it was something new.
His next child was christened Nothing, it being nothing new.
BEAU NASH AND JOHN WESLEY. WHEN Mr. Wesley was preaching at Bath, Beau Nash entered the room, and approaching the preacher, demanded by what authority he was acting? Mr. Wesley answered, “By that of Jesus Christ, conveyed to me by the present Archbishop of Canterbury, when he laid his hands on me, and said,—Take thou authority to preach the Gospel !” Nash then affirmed that he was acting contrary to law. “ Besides (said he), your preaching frightens people out of their wits.” “ Sir (replied Mr. Wesley), did you ever hear me preach ?” “No,'' said the Master of the Ceremonies. “ How then can you judge of what you have never heard ?" “ By common report,” replied the Beau. (said Mr. Wesley), is not your name Nash ? I dare not judge of you by common report.” Nash finding himself a different person in the meeting-house from what he was in the pump-room, thought it best to withdraw.
DEATH OF DR. WOODVILLE. MEDICAL men are said to meet their end with composure.
When Dr. Woodville was supposed to be dangerously ill, his friends called upon him and endeavoured to excite his hopes of recovery: “ I am not so silly,” said the doctor, “as to mind what they say ; I know my own case too well, and that I am dying : a younger person, with a better stamina, might think it hard to die, but why should I regret to leave such a diseased, worn-out carcase as mine ?" The carpenter with whom he lodged had not been always on the best terms with Woodville. The physician said he should wish to let the man see that he died in peace with him ; and as he had never much occasion to employ him, desired he might be sent for to measure him for his coffin. This was accordingly done; the carpenter came, and took the measure of the doctor, who begged of him not to be more than two days about it, “ for,” said he, “ I shall not live beyond that time ;" and he did actually die just before the end of the next day. THE POPULAR MAN AND THE MAN OF ORIGINALITY.
The popular man, and the man of true, or at least of great originality, are seldom one and the same; we suspect that, till after a strong struggle on the part of the latter, they are never so. Reasons are obvious enough. The popular man stands ou
our own level, or a hair's breadth higher; he shows us a truth which we cannot see without shifting our present intellectual position. This is a highly convenient arrangement. The original man, again, stands above us; he wishes to wrench us from our old fixtures, and elevate us to a higher and clearer level ; but to quit our old fixtures, especially if we have sat in them with moderate comfort for some score or two of years, is no such easy business ; accordingly we demur, we resist, we even give battle ; we still suspect that he is above us, but try to persuade ourselves (laziness and vanity earnestly assenting) that he is below. For is it not the very essence of such a man that he be new? And who will warrant us, that, at the same time, he shall only be an intensation and continuation of the old, which, in general, is what we long and look for ? No one can warrant us. And, granting him to be a man of real genius, real depth, and that speaks not till after earnest meditation, what sort of a philosophy were his, could we estimate the length, breadth, and thickness of it at a single glance ? And when did criticism give two glances ? Criticism, therefore, opens on such a man its greater and lesser batteries on every side; he has no security but to go on disregarding it; and “in the end,” says Goethe, “ criticism itself comes to relish that method.” But now let a speaker of the other class come forward-one of those men that “ have, more than any one, the opinion which all men have !" No sooner does he speak, than all and sundry of us feel as if we had been , wishing to speak that very thing, as if we ourselves might have spoken it; and forthwith resounds from the united universe a celebration of that surprising feat. What clearness, brilliancy, justness, penetration! Who can doubt that this man is right, when so many thousand votes are ready to back him? Doubtless, he is right ; doubtless, he is a clever man; and his praise will long be in all the magazines.