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good word too; as well as many more equally deserving, to all of which we observe the name of Messrs. Harris and Son as publishers.

We have great respect for the good-will of Medicus, and the general favourable opinion he expresses of our work : yet, with reference to the particular objection he makes, we cannot refrain from suggesting to him that he is by far too sensitive. His profession is too honourable and useful, to warrant these warm appeals of individuals against every joke that may be levelled against it. On the contrary, as there must be, and is, in the history and practice of all bodies and professions, much that can be taken advantage of by the satirist, they must even be content to submit to a little occasional caricature, or sober reprehension, as it may happen. No individual belonging to them consults his own dignity by pressing forward to protest against such allusions: they pass with the public for what they are worth-telling against what is objectionable, and passing harmlessly over what is meritorious. We have taken a vast deal of physic in our time; and we have latterly been occupied in administering some salutary pills to certain Edinburgh patients: we, therefore, consider ourselves as occupying a middle situation, favourable to impartiality, in regard the medical profession. We have been active and passive-objects, and subjects—in medicine. The result is, that we profess, what we really entertain, much esteem for Doctors, and an earnest wish to be kept out of their hands. We have strong personal reasons for expressing admiration of the skill and liberality of members of the profession; and we are sure we shall not offend any who do it honour, by quoting, in good humour, part of the account lately given in the Daily Papers of some proceedings in the Court of Chancery relative to a disputed Doctor's bill:

Mr. Horne proceeded to read over the items

To 5,728 draughts, 168 mixtures, 119 bolusses, 68 lotions, 78 liniments, 258 boxes of pills, and other doses, to the amount of no less than 700.

The LORD CHANCELLOR-Pray, Mr. Horne, ido stop, for I fear that without taking, the mere recital of so much physic will sicken me.

Mr. HORNE said he would only mention one other item, and that was as fol. 'lows : “ To innoculating the testator seven times.”

The LORD CHANCELLOR—Is there no allowance made for returned bottles and pill-boxes ?

Mr. Horne said there was not ; but that might be accounted for, as probably he had swallowed them also.

We hope we shall not offend Medicus by this quotation: yet it is certainly severer than any thing we have said.

In our next Number we shall take notice of the dispute between Mr. Octavius Gilchrist of Stamford, and the Rev. Mr. Bowles,-in which the LONDON MAGAZINE has been implicated. It appears that Mr. Gilchrist did not write the Article in The Quarterly Review against which a pamplilet, by one of the family of the Bowles's,” was published. The style of that pamphlet certainly has not pleased the public: but we reserve opinion, till we can express all we have to say on the matter. In the mean time, we may state that we have read observations by Mr. Bowles in the Pamphleteer, which seem to us to bear more closely on the question than the first pamphlet, which called forth Gilchrist's Answer to Bowles.” This is now followed, we see, by Gilchrist's Second Answer to Bowles," in which there is some interesting matter brought forward relative to Pope; and intimation is given that Mr. G. means to enter more largely on the vindication of that Poet's moral character, in a volume which may be soon expected.

Our numerous Correspondents must excuse us for another month.

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Every man hath two birth-days: of my companions affected rather to two days, at least, in every year, manifest an exhilaration at the birth which set him upon revolving the of the coming year, than any very lapse of time, as it affects his mortal tender regrets for the decease of its duration The one is that which predecessor. But I am none of those in an especial manner he termeth his. whoIn the gradual desuetude of old ob- Welcome the coming, speed the parting servances, this custom of solemnizing

guest. our proper birth-day hath nearly passed away; or is left to children, I am naturally, beforehand, shy of who reflect nothing at all about the novelties; new books, new faces, new matter, nor understand any thing in years, · from some mental twist it beyond cake and orange. But the which makes it difficult in me to face birth of a New Year is of an interest the prospective. I have almost too wide to be pretermitted by king ceased to hope; and am sanguine or cobbler. No one ever regarded only in the prospects of other (forthe First of January with indiffer- mer) years. I plunge into foreence. It is that from which all date gone visions and conclusions. I entheir time, and count upon what is counter pell-mell with past disapleft. It is the nativity of our com- pointments.

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against old discouragements. I forOf all sound of all bells--(bells, the give, or overcome in fancy, old admusic most bordering upon heaven) versaries. I play over again for love, -most solemn and touching is the as the gamesters phrase it, games, peal which rings out the Old Year. I for which I once paid so dear. I never hear it without a gathering-up would scarce now have any of those of my mind to a concentration of all untoward accidents and events of the images that have been diffused my life reversed. I would no more over the past twelvemonth; all I alter them than the incidents of some have done, or suffered ; performed, well-contrived novel. Methinks, it or neglected; in that regretted time. is better that I should have pined I begin to know its worth, as when a away seven of my goldenest years, person dies. It takes a personal co- when I was thrall to the fair hair, lour; nor was it a poetical flight in and fairer eyes, of Alice W-n, a contemporary, when he exclaimed than that so passionate a love-ada

venture should be lost. It was betI saw the skirts of the departing Year.

ter that our family should have It is no more than what in sober missed that legacy, which old Dorsadness every one of us seems to be rell cheated us of, than that I should conscious of in that awful leave-tak- have at this moment two thousand ing. I am sure I felt it, and all felt pounds in banco, and be without the it with me, last night; though some idea of that specious old rogue. Yol. III.

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In a degree beneath manhood, it fantastical to thee, reader—a busy is my infirmity to look back upon man perchance); if I tread out of the those early days. Do I advance a way of thy sympathy, and am singuparadox, when I say, that, skipping larly-conceited only; I retire, impeover the intervention of forty years, netrable to ridicule, under the phana man may have leave to love him- tom cloud of Elia. self, without the imputation of self- The elders, with whom I was love?

brought up, were of a character not If I know aught of myself, no one likely to let slip the sacred observwhose mind is introspective-and ance of any old institution ; and the mine is painfully so-can have a less ringing out of the Old Year was respect for his present identity, than kept by them with circumstances of I have for the man, Elia. I know him peculiar ceremony.—In those days to be light, and vain, and humour- the sound of those midnight chimes, some; a notorious ***

; addicted to though it seemed to raise hilarity in ***: averse from counsel, neither all around me, never failed to bring taking it, nor offering it ;-*** be- a train of pensive imagery into my sides; a stammering buffoon ; what fancy. Yet I then scarce conceived you will ; lay it on, and spare not; what it meant, or thought of it as a I subscribe to it all, and much more, reckoning that concerned me. Not than thou canst be willing to lay at childhood alone, but the young man his door

but for the child till thirty, never feels practically that Elia—that “ other me," there in the he is mortal. He knows it indeed, back-ground-I must take leave to and, if need were, he could preach a cherish the remembrance of that homily on the fragility of life ; but he young master-with as little refer- brings it not home to himself, any ence, I protest, to this stupid change- more than in a hot June we can apling of five-and-forty, as if it had been propriate to our imagination the a child of some other house, and not freezing days of December.

But of my parents. I can cry over its now-shall I confess a truth?-I feel patient small-pox at five, and rougher these audits but too powerfully. I medicaments. I can lay its poor begin to count the probabilities of fevered head upon the sick pillow at my duration, and to grudge at the Christ's, and wake with it in surprise expenditure of moments and shortest at the gentle posture of maternal ten- periods, like miser's farthings. In derness hanging over it, that un- proportion as the years both lessen known had watched its sleeps. I and shorten, I set more count upon know how it shrank from any the their periods; and would fain lay my least colour of falsehood.—God help ineffectual fiuger upon the spoke of thee, Elia, how art thou changed! the great wheel. I am not content to Thou art sophisticated. — I know pass away“ like a weaver's shuttle.” how honest, how courageous (for a Those metaphors solace me not, nor weakling) it was—how religious, how sweeten the unpalatable draught of imaginative, how hopeful! From mortality. I care not to be carried what have I not fallen, if the child with the tide, that smoothly bears I remember was indeed myself,—and human life to eternity; and reluct not some dissembling guardian, pre- at the inevitable course of destiny. I senting a false identity, to give the am in love with this green earth; rule to my unpractised steps, and re- the face of town and country; the gulate the tone of my moral being ! unspeakable rural solitudes, and the

That I am fond of indulging, be- sweet security of streets. I would yond a hope of sympathy, in such set up my tabernacle here. retrospection, may be the symptom content to stand still at the age to of some sickly idiosyncrasy; or is it which I am arrived ; I, and my owing to another cause; simply, that friends. To be no younger, no richer, being without wife or family, I have no handsomer. I do not want to be not learned to project myself enough weaned by age; or drop, like mellow out of myself; and having no off- fruit, as they say, into the grave.spring of my own to dally with, I Any alteration, on this earth of mine, turn back upon memory, and adopt in diet, or in lodging, puzzles and my own early idea, as my heir and discomposes me. My household favorite? If these speculations seem gods plant a terrible fixed toot, and

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