Of the generosity of physicians one _need_ say nothing, for there are few who have not experienced or witnessed it; and one _had better_ say nothing, as no words could do justice to such a subject. This writer can speak for at least one poor scholar, to whose sick-bed physicians have come from distant quarters of the town, day after day, never taking a coin for their precious services, and always in their graceful benevolence seeming to find positive enjoyment in their unpaid labour. In gratitude for kindness shown to himself, and yet more for beneficence exhibited to those whom he loves, that man of the goose-quill and thumbed books would like to put on record the names of certain members of "the Faculty" to whom he is so deeply indebted. Ah, dear Dr. ---- and Dr. ---- and Dr. ----, do not start!--your names shall not be put down on this cheap common page. Where they are engraved, you know! Cynics have been found in plenty to rail at physicians for loving their fees; and one might justly retort on the Cynics, that they love _nothing but_ their fees. Who doesn't love the sweet money earned by his labour--be it labour of hand or brain, or both? One thing is sure--that doctors are underpaid. The most successful of them in our own time get far less than their predecessors of any reign, from Harry the Eighth downwards. And for honours, though the present age has seen an author raised to the peerage, no precedent has as yet been established for ennobling eminent physicians and surgeons. Queen Elizabeth gave her physician-in-ordinary £100 per annum, besides diet, wine, wax, and other perquisites. Her apothecary, Hugo Morgan, must too have made a good thing out of her. For a quarter's bill that gentleman was paid £83 7_s._ 8_d._, a large sum in those days; but then it was for such good things. What Queen of England could grudge eleven shillings for "a confection made like a manus Christi, with bezoar stone and unicorn's horn"?--sixteen pence for "a royal sweetmeat with incised rhubarb"?--twelve pence for "Rosewater for the King of Navarre's ambassador"?--six shillings for "a conserve of barberries, with preserved damascene plums, and other things for Mr. Raleigh"?--two shillings and sixpence for "sweet scent to be used at the christening of Sir Richard Knightley's son"?