Doctor John Franklin, Fellow and Master of Sidney College, Cambridge, 1730, "a very fat, rosy-complexioned man," dying soon after he was made Dean of Ely, and being succeeded by Dr. Ellis, "a meagre, weasel-faced, swarthy, black man," the _Fenman_ of Ely, says (Cole) in allusion thereto, out of vexation at being so soon called upon for _recognition money_, made the following humorous distitch:-- "The Devil took our Dean, And pick'd his bones clean; Then clapt him on a board, And sent him back again." * * * * * JAUNT DOWN A PATIENT'S THROAT. "Two of a trade can ne'er agree, No proverb e'er was juster; They've ta'en down Bishop Blaize, d'ye see, And put up Bishop Bluster." _Dr. Mansel, on Bishop Watson's head becoming a signboard, in Cambridge, in lieu of the ancient one of Bishop Blaize._--FACETIÆ CANT., _p._ 7. Sir Isaac Pennington and Sir Busick Harwood were cotemporary at Cambridge. The first as Regius Professor of Physic and Senior Fellow of St. John's College, the other was Professor of Anatomy and Fellow of Downing College. Both were eminent in their way, but seldom _agreed_, and held each other's abilities pretty _cheap_, some say in sovereign contempt. Sir Busick was once called in by the friends of a patient that had been under Sir Isaac's care, but had obtained small relief, anxious to hear his opinion of the malady. Not approving of the treatment pursued, he inquired "who was the physician in attendance," and on being told, exclaimed--"He! If he were to descend into a patient's stomach with a _candle and lantern_, he would not have been able to name the complaint!" THIS DIFFERENCE OF OPINION Was hit off, it is supposed, not by Dean Swift or wicked Will Whiston, but by Bishop Mansel, as follows:-- Sir Isaac, Sir Busick; Sir Busick, Sir Isaac; 'Twould make you and I sick To taste their physick. Another, perhaps the same Cambridge wag, penned the following quaternion on Sir Isaac, which appeared under the title of AN EPIGRAM ON A PETIT-MAITRE PHYSICIAN. When Pennington for female ills indites, Studying alone not what, but how he writes, The ladies, as his graceful form they scan, Cry, with ill-omen'd rapture, "_killing man_!" But Sir Isaac, too, was a wit, and chanced on a time to be one of a Cambridge party, amongst whom was a rich old fellow, an invalid, who was too mean to buy an opinion on his case, and thought it a good opportunity to _worm_ one out of Sir Isaac _gratis_. He accordingly seized the opportunity for reciting the whole catalogue of his _ills_, ending with, "what would you advise me to take, my dear Sir Isaac?" "I should recommend you _to take advice_," was the reply. * * * * * PORSON,