Dr. Wynter arose to dispose of Cheyne in a summary fashion. Wynter had two good reasons for hating Cheyne: Wynter was an Englishman and loved wine, Cheyne was a Scotchman and loved milk. DR. WYNTER TO DR. CHEYNE. "Tell me from whom, fat-headed Scot, Thou didst thy system learn; From Hippocrate thou hadst it not, Nor Celsus, nor Pitcairn. "Suppose we own that milk is good, And say the same of grass; The one for babes is only food, The other for an ass. "Doctor, one new prescription try (A friend's advice forgive), Eat grass, reduce thyself, and die, Thy patients then may live." Cheyne responded, with more wit and more good manners, in the following fashion:-- "DR. CHEYNE TO DR. WYNTER. "My system, doctor, is my own, No tutor I pretend; My blunders hurt myself alone, But yours your dearest friend. "Were you to milk and straw confin'd, Thrice happy might you be; Perhaps you might regain your mind, And from your wit be free." "I can't your kind prescription try, But heartily forgive; 'Tis natural you should wish me die, That you yourself may live." The concluding two lines of Cheyne's answer were doubtless little to the taste of his unsuccessful opponent. In their contentions physicians have not often had recourse to the duel. With them an appeal to arms has rarely been resorted to, but when it has been deliberately made the combatants have usually fought with decision. The few duels fought between women have for the most part been characterized by American ferocity. Madame Dunoyer mentions a case of a duel with swords between two ladies of rank, who would have killed each other had they not been separated. In a feminine duel on the Boulevard St. Antoine, mentioned by De la Colombèire, both the principals received several wounds on the face and bosom--a most important fact illustrative of the pride the fair sex take in those parts.[21] Sometimes ladies have distinguished themselves by fighting duels with men. Mademoiselle Dureux fought her lover Antinotti in an open street. The actress Maupin challenged Dumény, but he declined to give her satisfaction; so the lady stripped him of watch and snuff-box, and bore them away as trophies of victory. The same lady, on another occasion, having insulted in a ball-room a distinguished personage of her own sex, was requested by several gentlemen to quit the entertainment. She obeyed, but forthwith challenged and fought each of the meddlesome cavaliers--and killed them all! The slaughter accomplished, she returned to the ball-room, and danced in the presence of her rival. The Marquise de Nesle and the Countess Polignac, under the Regency, fought with pistols for the possession of the Duc de Richelieu. In or about the year 1827, a lady of Châteauroux, whose husband had received a slap in the face, called out