To make his name known, Dr. Hannes used to send liveried footmen running about the streets, with directions to poke their heads into every coach they met, and inquire anxiously, "Is Dr. Hannes here?" "Is this Dr. Hannes' carriage?" etc. Acting upon these orders, one of these fellows, after looking into every carriage from Whitehall to Royal Exchange, ran into a coffee-house, which was one of the great places of meeting for members of the medical profession. Several physicians were present, among whom was Radcliffe. "Gentlemen," said the liveried servant, hat in hand, "can your honors tell me if Dr. Hannes is present?" "Who wants Dr. Hannes, fellow?" demanded Radcliffe. "Lord A. and Lord B., your honor," replied the man. "No, no, friend," responded the doctor, with pleasant irony; "those lords don't want _your master_; 'tis he who wants them." The humbug exploded, but Hannes had got the start before this occurred. A worthy biographer begins thus, in writing of Dr. Radcliffe: "The Jacobite partisan, the physician without learning, the luxurious _bon vivant_, Radcliffe, who grudged the odd sixpence of his tavern score," etc., "was born in Yorkshire, in the year 1650." But notwithstanding Radcliffe's plebeian birth, he died rich, therefore respected--a fact which hides many sins and imperfections. He not only humbugged the people of his day into the belief that he was a learned and eminent physician, but by his shrewdness in disposing of his gains, in bestowing wealth where it would tell in after years, when his body had returned to the dust from whence it came,--such as giving fifty thousand dollars to the Oxford University as a fund for the establishment of the great "Radcliffe Library," etc.,--he succeeded in humbugging subsequent generations into the same belief. Certainly there is room for a few more such humbugs. Dr. Barnard de Mandeville, in "Essays on Charity and Charity Schools," says of Radcliffe, "That a man with small skill in physic, and hardly any learning, should by vile arts get into practice, and lay up wealth, is no mighty wonder; but that he should so deeply work himself into the good opinion of the world as to gain the general esteem of a nation, and establish a reputation beyond all contemporaries, with no other qualities but a perfect knowledge of mankind, and a capacity of making the most of it, is something extraordinary." Mandeville further accuses him of "an insatiable greediness after wealth, no regard for religion, or affection for kindred, no compassion for the poor, and hardly any humanity to his fellow-creatures; gave no proofs that he loved his country, had a public spirit, or love of the arts, books, or literature;" and asks, in summing up all this, "What must we judge of his motives, the principle he acted from, when after his death we find that he left but a mere trifle among his (poor) relatives who stood in need, and left an immense treasure to a university that did not want it?"