friends who held out hopes of gain and pleasure, and then left her sick and dying in St. George’s Workhouse, down by the London Docks.” “Oh! hang it all, Lennard!” cried Mahoney; “you are preaching like a teetotal orator. Confound it, we can’t stand the whole seven of ’em. That’s enough! Why, what could the old parson want more than to give a medical school like ours his ‘body of divinity’? He has preached a better sermon in the hands of Professor Sturge than he ever did at church, and his illustrations are much more telling, I dare say; and he makes no reservations now. I can imagine nothing more honourable than to devote one’s body to a dissecting-room out of mere gratitude to a science that has helped us in life. But this is a dismal strain we are in. Give us your song, Williams; dear old Albert Smith’s ‘Student’s Alphabet.’” Williams laid aside his pipe, and took a pull at the tankard of ale on the mantel board, and began:— THE STUDENT’S ALPHABET. Oh, A was an Artery, filled with injection; And B was a Brick, never caught at dissection. C were some Chemicals—Lithium and Borax; And D was the Diaphragm, flooring the thorax. _Chorus._ Fol de rol lol, Fol de rol lay, Fol de rol, tol de rol, tol de rol lay. E was an Embryo in a glass case; And F a Foramen that pierced the skull’s base. G was a Grinder who sharpen’d the tools; And H means the Half-and-half drunk at the schools. Fol de rol lol, etc. I was some Iodine, made of sea-weed; J was a Jolly Cock, not used to read. K was some Kreosote, much over-rated; And L were the Lies which about it were stated. Fol de rol lol, etc. M was a Muscle—cold, flabby, and red; And N was a Nerve, like a bit of white thread. O was some Opium a fool chose to take; And P were the Pins used to keep him awake. Fol de rol lol, etc. Q were the Quacks, who cure stammer and squint; R was a Raw from a burn, wrapped in lint. S was a Scalpel, to eat bread and cheese; And T was a Tourniquet, vessels to squeeze. Fol de rol lol, etc. U was the Unciform bone of the wrist; V was the Vein which a blunt lancet missed. W was Wax, from a syringe that flowed; X was the ’Xaminers, who may be blowed! Fol de rol lol, etc. Y stands for You all, with best wishes sincere; And Z for the Zanies who never touch beer. So we’ve got to the end, not forgetting a letter; And those who don’t like it may grind up a better. Fol de rol lol, etc.