Royalty had a chronic habit of knighting quacks. Queen Anne became so charmed by a tailor, who had turned doctor, and who, by some hook or crook, was called to prescribe for the queen's weak eyes, that she had him sworn in, with another knave, as her own oculist. "This lucky gentleman," says a reliable author, "was William Reade, a botching tailor of Grub Street, London. To the very last he was a great ignoramus, as a work entitled 'A Short and Exact Account of all Diseases Incident to the Eyes,' attests; yet he rose to knighthood, and the most lucrative and fashionable practice of the period." Reade (_Sir William_) was unable to read the book he had published (written by an _amanuensis_); nevertheless, aristocracy, and wise and worthy people at that, who listened to his dignified voice, viewed his pompous person, encased in rich garments, and adorned with jewelry and lace ruffles, _cap-a-pie_, resting his chin upon his enormous gold-headed cane, as, reclining in his splendid coach, drawn by a span of superb blood horses, up to St. James, considered him the most learned and eminent physician of that generation. In the British Museum is deposited a copy of a poem to the great oculist. This poem Reade himself had written, at the hand of a penny-a-liner, a "poet of Grub Street," immediately after he was knighted, which has been mainly instrumental in handing his name down to posterity. TINKER AS DOCTOR. About the year 1705, one Roger Grant rose into public notice in London, by his publication of his own "marvellous cures." This fellow was no fool, though a great knave. He was formerly a travelling tinker, subsequently a cobbler, and Anabaptist preacher. From tinkering of pots, he became mender of soles of men's boots and shoes; thence saver of souls from perdition, a tinkerer of sore eyes, and lightener of the body. The following bit of poetry was written in 1708 for his benefit, the "picture" being one which Grant, who was a very vain man, had gotten up from a copperplate likeness of himself, to distribute among his friends. The picture was found posted up conspicuously with the lines:-- "A tinker first, his scene of life began; That failing, he set up for a cunning man; But, wanting luck, puts on a new disguise, And now pretends that he can cure your eyes. But this expect, that, like a tinker true, Where he repairs one eye, he puts out two." [Illustration: THE EYE DOCTOR.]