Away hastened the girl, who, quickly returning, asked in very primitive simplicity,-- "How will you have them cooked?" "O, boiled, if you please," replied the doctor, without changing a muscle about his sober-looking face. The girl disappeared at full trot, followed by jeers of laughter from the gentlemen present, and suppressed titters from the ladies. In a few moments "Dolly" made her appearance, and after searching in vain through the side-table drawer and a cupboard in the dining-room, she said they had none in the house, and intimated that the table girl could not be induced to return, after being laughed at for her ignorance of what a napkin was, and that "herself would wait upon the guests." When the doctor returned, the "horse-slayer" called out that the napkin doctor was coming, upon which the terrified table-girl ran away and hid. My informant says, "You're only to say, any time, 'Here comes that napkin doctor,' and the table girl nearly goes wild, dropping everything, and hiding away in her chamber till assured it is only a false alarm." The writer is well acquainted with W., who assured him this was true. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. I heard, while in the South, of a doctor, a little, short man, who rode a Canadian horse, a scraggy little specimen, and who, in yellow fever time, used to ride right straight into a drug store, and order his prescription, catch it up, wheel his pony round on his hind legs, stick in the spurs into the flanks of the animal, and go out in a clean gallop. [Illustration: NO TIME TO LOSE.] Though the writer never saw this remarkable feat, there is one more ludicrous, to which he was an eye-witness. One fine day, while in Charleston, sitting musing in the window of the Victoria Hotel, I saw an African, with bare feet and legs, his whole attire consisting of a coarse shirt and brief trousers, drive a mule attached to a dray, on which was a box, up towards a milliner's store, opposite. The negro jumped from the dray, and, with whip in hand, ran into the store to ascertain if that was the place to leave the box. [Illustration: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.] The faithful donkey followed his master directly into the store, nor stopped till the wheels of the cart brought up against the door-jambs. The ladies, with whom the front store was crowded, screamed with terror, and fled towards the back room, where the pretty milliner girls were sewing. They caught the panic and sight of the donkey's head and ears in the front shop, and screeched in chorus. A more lively and lovely stampede I never witnessed. It was "Beauty and the Beast," and the beast stood pulling his best to get the cart through; but since a six-foot cart never could go through a four foot doorway, he backed out with the negro's assistance, and Beauty was rescued from the perilous situation.