Socrates, the great philosopher, and physician of the mind, seems to have had the ugliest tempered woman in the world, whose very name, _Xantippe_, has passed into a proverb for a scolding wife; yet she was not jealous of her spouse, but was said to have sincerely loved him; and he bore her outbursts of temper only as a great philosopher could, which seemed not to have disturbed the equanimity of his living nor the humor of his dying. "Crito,"--these were his last words,--"Crito, forget not the cock that I promised to Esculapius!" Alas! an affecting satire on philosophy and physic. [Illustration: MY FIRST LOVE.] No; we find no cases to record of the jealousies of physicians, or their wives. All the jealousies of the former are spent on their professional brethren. It is a philosophical fact that physicians, of all men, seldom are involved in disgrace, quarrels, or litigations on account of love affairs. Yet they have affections, like other men, and above all men know how to appreciate affection and virtue in woman. FIRST LOVE--BLASTED HOPES. I know of a little episode in the early life of a doctor, whose name modesty forbids me to mention. Let me briefly state it in the first person. Ah, friend, if you and I should meet Beneath the boughs of the bending lime, And you in the same low voice repeat The tender words of the old love-rhyme, It could not bring back the same old time-- No, never. I was young when I first fell in love,--not above six years of age; but love is without reason, blind to age. The object of my first affection was my school-_mischief_, as I then called her, who was about twenty. The disparagement of years never entered my innocent noddle. I used to start for school a half hour before nine, and stop on the way at the squire's house, where Miss ---- boarded. O, with what joy I always met her! In summer she gave me roses from the beautiful great white rose-bushes in the squire's front yard; in autumn and winter, splendid red and green apples, from the orchard and cellar, and candy and kisses at all times. So I fell desperately in love with her. I was greatly shocked, and not a little piqued, when one day she, in cold blood, bade me good by, and went away with a tall man, with shocking red whiskers. That is all I remember about him. I, however, mourned her loss for years, although my appetite remained unimpaired--my parents said. "Like a still serpent, basking in the sun, With subtle eyes, and back of russet gold, Her gentle tones and quiet sweetness won A coil upon her victims: fold on fold She wove around them with her graceful wiles, Till, serpent-like, she stung amid her smiles." The next time I saw her was about ten years afterwards. O, with what pleasant anticipations I hastened to her house! I remembered her every look--her fair, intelligent face; her wavy black hair; her heavenly dark-blue eyes. O, I should know her anywhere! Her I never could forget.