"There were a great many patients in waiting, and when it came my grandmother's turn, she walked up to the great man, and removing the boy's cap, presented the case for his inspection in silence. He took a quick glance at the humory head, turned to the old lady, and said,-- "'Madam, the best thing I can recommend for that disease is a plenty of warm water and soap. And, by the way, if that don't remove it, the next best thing is to apply freely soap and warm water. Five guineas, if you please, ma'am.' "As my grandmother was the embodiment of neatness, she never forgave the doctor for this broad intimation of the questionableness of her neatness." Dr. Stowe told the following story of Dr. Abernethy and a live Irishman:-- "It occurred at Bath. A crowd of pupils, myself one of them, were following Mr. Abernethy through the crowded wards of the hospital, when the apparition of a poor Irishman, with the scantiest shirt I ever saw, jumped from a bed, and literally throwing himself on his knees at the doctor's feet, presented itself. We were startled for a moment, but the poor fellow, with all his country's eloquence, poured out such a torrent of praise, prayers, and blessings, and illustrated it with such ludicrous pantomimic displays of his leg, all splintered and bandaged, that we were not long left in doubt. "'That's the leg, your hon-nor. Glory be to God. Yer honnor's the buy what saved it. May the heavens be yer bed. Long life to yer honnor. To the divil with the spalpeens that wanted to cut it off!' etc. "With some difficulty the patient was replaced in bed, and the doctor said,-- "'I am glad your leg is doing well, but never kneel again, except to your Maker.' "The doctor took the opportunity of giving us a clinical lecture about diseases and their constitutional treatment. Every sentence Abernethy uttered, Pat confirmed. [Illustration: DR. ABERNETHY IN THE HOSPITAL.] "'Thrue for yer honnor; divil a lie at all, at all. His honnor's the grathe doctor, entirely,' etc. "At the slightest allusion to his case, off went the bed-clothes, and up went the leg, as if taking aim at the ceiling. 'That's it, be gorra! and a betther leg than the villain's that wanted to slice it off, entirely.' "The students actually roared with laughter, but Abernethy retained his usual gravity throughout the whole of the ludicrous scene." Madam Rothschild, mother of the mighty capitalists, attained the great age of ninety-eight. Her wits, which were of no common order, were preserved to the end. During her last illness, when surrounded by her family and some friends, she turned to her physician, and said, in a suppliant tone,-- "My dear doctor, I pray you try to do something for me." "Madam, what can I do? I cannot make you young again." "No, doctor; nor do I want to be young again. But I want to continue to grow old." LARGE FEET.