It is interesting to note the various qualities which have attracted the attention, or love, of different sons of Æsculapius to female beauties. Sometimes it has been her hair, the "pride of a woman," that was the point of attraction, as it was with Dr. Mead, "whose highest delight was to comb the luxuriant tresses of the lady on whom he lavished his affections;" or the "eyes of heavenly blue," like the lady love's of Dr. Elliot, senior; or the tiny footprint in the sand, like that which first attracted Dr. Robert Ames to the woman of his choice. What the point of attraction was in the man is not easily ascertained. A gay and dangerous beau among the "high ladies" was Dr. Hugh Smithson, the father of James Smithson (his illegitimate son), the founder of the "Smithsonian Institution" at Washington. Sir Hugh's forte lay in his remarkably handsome person, said to be only second to Sir Astley Cooper in beauty of form and features. However, he had the address which secured to him one of the handsomest and proudest heiresses of England, and this is how he accomplished it. He was but the grandson of a Yorkshire baronet, "with no prospects," and was apprenticed to an apothecary, and for a long time paid court to mortar and pestle at Hutton Garden. The story runs, that the handsome doctor had been mittened by a "belle of private rank and modest wealth," and that the only child and heiress of Seymour, Duke of Somerset, and an acquaintance of Sir Hugh's, heard of his rejection, when she publicly observed that "the beauty who had disdained such a man was guilty of a folly that no other woman in England would have been." Sir Hugh would have been unwise not to have taken this broad hint, and he did what none of the heiress's suitors, even of high rank, had yet aspired to,--proposed, and was accepted. Sixteen years later he was created Duke of Northumberland, and could well afford to laugh in his sleeve at the proposition that "his coronet should be surrounded with _senna_ leaves, instead of strawberry," since he had reached a rank that no other M. D. had previously done, and possessed the "_loveliest woman in England_," and a great fortune, to boot. Lord Glenbervie, who from the druggist's counter reached the peerage, was taunted by Sheridan with his plebeian origin, from which a patrician wife had redeemed him, in the following amusing verse:-- "Glenbervie, Glenbervie! What's good for the scurvy? But why is the doctor forgot? In his arms he should quarter A pestle and mortar, For his crest an immense gallipot."