The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . a bird might flut-ter about the prison bars that confined her darling more natural form of the mother finally appeared to theguilty seducer, and to dream that he heard a voice is no un-usual occurrence in the life of any person. The peculiarwords amount to nothing. Lyttleton gave them no seriousthoughts, and it was an accident of bodily position thatcaused his sudden death. The
The funny side of physic : or, The mysteries of medicine, presenting the humorous and serious sides of medical practice An exposé of medical humbugs, quacks, and charlatans in all ages and all countries . a bird might flut-ter about the prison bars that confined her darling more natural form of the mother finally appeared to theguilty seducer, and to dream that he heard a voice is no un-usual occurrence in the life of any person. The peculiarwords amount to nothing. Lyttleton gave them no seriousthoughts, and it was an accident of bodily position thatcaused his sudden death. The whole thing seems to be tooflimsy for even a respectable ghost story. WHO ABE YOU? 295 The Bishop sees a Ghost ! Au amusing as well as instructive ghost story is relatedby Horace Walpole, the indolent, luxurious satirist of fash-ionable and political contemporaries, whose twenty thousanda year enabled him to live at his ease, coquetting haughtilywith literature and literary men, at his tasty Gothic toy-house at Strawberry Hill. He relates that the good old Bishop of Chichester wasawakened in his palace at an early hour in the morning byhis chamber door opening, when a female figure, clothed in ?. THE BISHOPS GHOSTLY VISITOR. white, softly entered the apartment, and quietly took a seatnear him. The prelate, who, with his household, was adisbeliever in ghosts and spirits, said he was not at allfrightened, but, rising in his bed, said, in a tone of author-ity,- Who are you? The presence in the room made no reply. The bishoprepeated the question, — • 296 MUSICAL GHOSTS. Who are you? The ghost only heaved a deep sigh, and, while the bishoprang the bell, to call his slumbering servant, her ghostshipquietly drew some old papers from its ghost of a pocket,and commenced reading them to herself. After the bishop had kept on ringing for the stupid ser-vant, the form arose, thrust the papers out of sight, and leftas noiseless^ and sedately as she had arrived. Well, what have you seen
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