mediocrities of the _beau monde_, whom he had beaten on their own ground by superior attractions and accomplishments. "Nay," quoth the Duke, "in thy black scroll Deductions I espye-- For those who, poor, and mean, and low, With children burthen'd lie. "And though full sixty thousand pounds My vassals pay to me, From Cornwall to Northumberland, Through many a fair countree; "Yet England's church, its king, its laws, Its cause I value not, Compared with this, my constant text, _A penny saved is got_. "No drop of princely Percy's blood Through these cold veins doth run; With Hotspur's castles, blazon, name, I still am _poor_ Smithson." Considering the opportunities that medical men have for pressing a suit in love, and the many temptations to gentle emotion that they experience in the aspect of feminine suffering, and the confiding gratitude of their fair patients, it is perhaps to be wondered at that only one medical duke is to be found in the annals of the peerage. When Swift's Stella was on her death-bed, her physician said, encouragingly--"Madam, you are certainly near the bottom of the hill, but we shall endeavour to get you up once more," the _naïve_ reply of the poor lady was, "Doctor, I am afraid I shall be out _of breath_ before I get to the top again." Not less touching was the fear expressed by Steele's merry daughter to her doctor, that she should "die _before the holidays_." Both Stella and Sir Richard's child had left their personal charms behind them when they so addressed their physicians; but imagine, my brother, what the effect of such words would be on your susceptible heart, if they came from the lips of a beautiful girl. Would you not (think you) try to win other such speeches from her?--and if you tried, dear sir, surely _you_ would succeed!