"Me? No, 'tain't me that's--hic--making the noise; it's the bulls--the bulls, sir; them's what's making all the noise," replied the fellow, skewing first one side of the post, then the other, trying to get a view of his new intruder. "You are tight, sir--tight as a peep," continued the watchman. "Me tight? No, sir; it's the money-market what's--ti--tight," replied the gentlemanly dressed individual, though much the worse for bad whiskey. "Go down Wall Street, and Fisk and Vanderbuilt--all of 'em--will tell you so. Everybody says money is--hic--tight. I never was more loose in my--hic--life;" and he demonstrated the assertion by swinging very loosely around the lamp-post, and falling down. "There, you are down. Too drunk to stand up;" and the policeman helped him to his feet again, and walked him along towards the station. "No, sir. There you are wrong again; it's stocks that's down. It's the stockholders--hic--that's staggering along; they've fallen and skinned their noses on the curb-stone of adversity. There! don't you see them--crawling along?" "O, you've got the tremens. Come on," exclaimed the policeman. "Me? No; it's the shorts and bears what's got the dol--hic--lar--tremens. I've caught the pan--hics--panics, sir; that's all." The policeman thrust the money-maniac into a cell, and the last seen of him he leaned back against the wall, his feet braced out, while, hatless and the knot of his cravat round under his left ear, he stood arguing the money-market with an imaginary broker on the opposite side of his cell. AN "EYE-OPENER." "How much do you charge, sir?" asked a poor farmer, from Framingham, of a city doctor, who had just wiped a bit of dust from the eye of his son. "Twenty-five dollars, if you please," was the modest reply. "I cannot pay it, sir," said the poor man. "It only took you a half minute. Our doctor was not at home; but I didn't think you would charge me much, sir." So the M. D. very benevolently (?) accepted ten dollars--all the poor man had. Can you wonder, after reading this statement, the truth of which is easily avouched for, that this doctor owns a whole block--stores, hotel--and is immensely rich? From the English book "About Doctors," here are three anecdotes:-- Radcliffe, the humbug, with a great effort at generosity, had refused his fees for visiting a poor friend a whole year. On making a final visit, the gentleman said, presenting a purse,-- "Doctor, here I have put aside a fee for every day's visit. Let not your goodness get the better of your judgment. Take your money." The doctor took a look, resolved to carry out his attempt at benevolence, just touched the purse to restore it to his friend, when he heard "the chink of gold" within, and--put it into his pocket, saying,-- "Singly, I could have refused the fees for a twelvemonth, but collectively, they are irresistible. Good day, sir;" and the greedy doctor walked away with a heavier pocket and a lighter heart than he came with.