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earthly impression which many a sufferer has carried into the unknown.

When Dr. Patterson and I--both of us young, energetic, and
up-to-date--settled in the district, we were most cordially received by
the old doctor, who would have been only too happy to be relieved of
some of his patients. The patients themselves, however, followed their
own inclinations--which is a reprehensible way that patients have--so
that we remained neglected, with our modern instruments and our latest
alkaloids, while he was serving out senna and calomel to all the
countryside. We both of us loved the old fellow, but at the same time,
in the privacy of our own intimate conversations, we could not help
commenting upon this deplorable lack of judgment. "It's all very well
for the poorer people," said Patterson. "But after all the educated
classes have a right to expect that their medical man will know the
difference between a mitral murmur and a bronchitic rale. It's the
judicial frame of mind, not the sympathetic, which is the essential
one."

I thoroughly agreed with Patterson in what he said. It happened,
however, that very shortly afterwards the epidemic of influenza broke
out, and we were all worked to death. One morning I met Patterson on
my round, and found him looking rather pale and fagged out. He made
the same remark about me. I was, in fact, feeling far from well, and I
lay upon the sofa all the afternoon with a splitting headache and pains
in every joint. As evening closed in, I could no longer disguise the
fact that the scourge was upon me, and I felt that I should have
medical advice without delay. It was of Patterson, naturally, that I
thought, but somehow the idea of him had suddenly become repugnant to
me. I thought of his cold, critical attitude, of his endless
questions, of his tests and his tappings. I wanted something more
soothing--something more genial.

"Mrs. Hudson," said I to my housekeeper, "would you kindly run along to
old Dr. Winter and tell him that I should be obliged to him if he would
step round?"

She was back with an answer presently. "Dr. Winter will come round in
an hour or so, sir; but he has just been called in to attend Dr.
Patterson."

HIS FIRST OPERATION.

It was the first day of the winter session, and the third year's man
was walking with the first year's man. Twelve o'clock was just booming
out from the Tron Church.

"Let me see," said the third year's man. "You hav