But come to my arms, Mary; Let no dread alarms, Mary, In our present happiness warp us! I've not the least doubt Of soon getting out, By a writ of _habeas corpus_. Away with despair, Mary; Let us cast in the air, Mary, His dark and gloomy fetters. Why _should_ we be rack'd, When we think of the Act For relieving Insolvent Debtors. * * * * * A MAYOR'S NEST. Our friend the Sir Peter Laureate wishes to know whether the work upon "Horal Surgery" is not a new-invented description of almanack, as it is announced as [Illustration: CURTIS ON THE EAR[1]] [1] _Qy_. Year.--Printer's Devil. * * * * * THE PHYSIOLOGY OF THE LONDON MEDICAL STUDENT. 5.--OF HIS MATURITY, AND LATIN EXAMINATION. The second season arrives, and our pupil becomes "a medical student" in the fullest sense of the word. He has an indistinct recollection that there are such things as wards in the hospital as well as in a key or the city, and a vague wandering, like the morning's impression of the dreams of the preceding night, that in the remote dark ages of his career he took some notes upon the various lectures, the which have long since been converted into pipe-lights or small darts, which, twisted up and propelled from between the forefingers of each hand, fly with unerring aim across the theatre at the lecturer's head, the slumbering student, or any other object worth aiming at--an amusing way of beguiling the hour's lecture, and only excelled by the sport produced, if he has the good luck to sit in a sunbeam, from making a tournament of "Jack-o'-lanthorns" on the ceiling. His locker in the lobby of the dissecting-room has long since been devoid of apron, sleeves, scalpels, or forceps; but still it is not empty. Its contents are composed of three bellpull-handles, a valuable series of shutter-fastenings, two or three broken pipes, a pewter "go" (which, if everybody had their own, would in all probability belong to Mr. Evans, of Covent Garden Piazza), some scraps of biscuit, and a round knocker, which forcibly recalls a pleasant evening he once spent, with the accompanying anecdotes of how he "bilked the pike" at Waterloo Bridge, and poor Jones got "jug'd" by mistake.