. Doctors and patients; or, Anecdotes of the medical world and curiosities of medicine. following epitaph—a piece of vulgarity : Here lie my old bones ; my vexation now ends ; I have lived much too long for myself and my friends, As to churches and churchyards, which men may call holy, Tis a rank piece of priestcraft, and founded on folly. What the next world may be never troubled my pate ; And be what it may, I beseech you, O Fate, When the bodies of millions rise up in a riot, To let the old carcase of Monsey be quiet. Dr. Monsey lived so long in his office of physician at ChelseaHospital th
. Doctors and patients; or, Anecdotes of the medical world and curiosities of medicine. following epitaph—a piece of vulgarity : Here lie my old bones ; my vexation now ends ; I have lived much too long for myself and my friends, As to churches and churchyards, which men may call holy, Tis a rank piece of priestcraft, and founded on folly. What the next world may be never troubled my pate ; And be what it may, I beseech you, O Fate, When the bodies of millions rise up in a riot, To let the old carcase of Monsey be quiet. Dr. Monsey lived so long in his office of physician at ChelseaHospital that, during many changes in administration, thereversion of the grant had been promised to several of themedical friends of the different paymasters of the forces. Thedoctor, one day looking out of his window, and seeing a gentlemanexamining the house and gardens, who, he knew, had just got areversion of the place, came out to him, and thus accosted him:— Well, sir, I see you are examining your house and gardens thatare to be, and I assure you they are both very pleasant and very. €&r (5?> Dr. Mousey. 53 convenient; but I must tell you one circumstance. You are thefifth man that has got the reversion of the place, and I have buriedthem all; and, what is more (said the doctor, looking very archlyat him), there is something in your face that I shall bury you event justified the doctors prediction, as the gentlemansoon after died ; and, what was very extraordinary, at the timeof Dr. Monseys death there was no person who had thepromise of the reversion. One time, when the doctor was coming from his brothers inNorfolk up to London, in the Norwich coach, during theChristmas holidays, the inside of the coach was crowded asusual with game, as presents from country gentlemen to theirfriends in town. When daylight appeared, seeing that thegame had different assignments, to amuse himself, he altered allthe directions : the pheasants that were going to my lord or hisgrace w
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