is skill to
the utmost; but in vain. In less than twenty-four hours the girl was dead!

As up to that time the young Indian had always enjoyed excellent health,
the doctor's prognostication was regarded as an evidence of great and
mysterious skill. The fame of it soon spread through Manilla, and in a few
hours the newly-arrived physician was beleaguered with patients, and in a
fair way of accumulating a fortune. In the midst of all this some one had
the curiosity to ask the doctor how he could possibly have predicted the
death of the girl, seeing that she had been in perfect health a few hours
before. "Predict it!" replied the doctor--"why, sir, I saw her spit blood
enough to have killed her half a dozen times."

"Blood! How did you know it was blood?"

"How? From the color. How else!"

"But every one spits red in Manilla!"

The doctor, who had already observed this fact, and was laboring under
some uneasiness in regard to it, refused to make any further concessions
at the time; but he had said enough to elucidate the mystery. The thing
soon spread throughout the city; and it became clear to every one that
what the new _medico_ had taken for blood, was nothing else than the red
juice of the buyo, and that the poor girl had died from the fear of death
caused by his prediction!

His patients now fled from him as speedily as they had congregated; and to
avoid the ridicule that awaited him, as well as the indignation of the
friends of the deceased girl, our doctor was fain to escape from Manilla,
and return to Spain in the same ship that had brought him out.

SKETCH OF SUWAROW.

The most able military commander that Russia has produced was in person
miserably thin, and five feet one inch in height. A large mouth, pug nose,
eyes commonly half shut, a few gray side locks, brought over the top of
his bald crown, and a small unpowdered queue, the whole surmounted by a
three-cornered felt hat ornamented with green fringe, composed the "head
and front" of Field-marshal Suwarow; but his eyes, when open, were
piercing, and in battle they were said to be terrifically expressive. When
any thing said or done displeased him, a wavy play of his deeply-wrinkled
forehead betrayed, or rather expressed, his disapproval. He had a
philosophical contempt for dress, and might often be seen drilling his men
in his shirt sleeves. It was only during the severest weather that he wore
cloth his outer garments being usually of white