Day after day the curious peasants came and went, and if the astonished Sutcliffe closed his doors against the unprofitable rabble, they peered in at his windows, or hung about the entrances, hoping to see the remarkable phenomenon issue forth. But as the day of "walking off on his ear" had not then arrived, they were doomed to disappointment and lost faith in his ability to do what they had expected of him. JOHN RADCLIFFE. John Radcliffe, the humbug, "the physician without learning," was the son of a Yorkshire yeoman. When he had risen to intimacy with the leading nobility of London,--as he did by his "shrewdness, arrogant simplicity, and immeasurable insolence,"--he laid claim to aristocratic origin. The Earl of Derwenter recognized _Sir_ John as a kinsman; but the heralds interfered with the little "corner" of the doctor and earl, after Radcliffe's decease, by admonishing the University of Oxford not to erect any escutcheon over his plebeian monument. Of Radcliffe's success in getting patronage we have spoken in another chapter. Doubtless he, Dr. Hannes, and Dr. Mead all resorted to the same sharp tricks, of which they accused each other by turns, in order to gain notoriety and practice. DR. EDWARD HANNES was reputed a "_basket-maker_." At least, his father followed that humble calling. Of the son's earlier life little is known. About the year 168-, he burst upon the London aristocracy with a magnificent equipage, consisting of coach and four, and handsome liveried servants and coachmen. These were _his_ advertisements, and he soon rode into a splendid practice, notwithstanding Radcliffe's contrary prognostication. Dr. Hannes and Dr. Blackmer, being called to attend upon the young Duke of Gloucester, and the disease taking a fatal turn, Sir John Radcliffe was also called to examine into the case. Radcliffe could not forego the opportunity here offered to lash his rivals, and turning to them in the presence of the royal household, he said,-- "It would have been happy for the nation had you, sir (to Hannes), been bred a basket-maker, and you, sir (to Blackmer), remained a country schoolmaster, rather than have ventured out of your reach in the practice of an art to which you are an utter stranger, and for your blunders in which you ought to be whipped with one of your own rods." As the case was simply one of rash, none of them had much to boast of. A HORSE DOCTOR. There have been, and still are, thousands in the various walks of life, who, at some period, have attempted the practice of medicine. Among the hundreds whom our colleges "grind out" annually, not more than one in twenty succeeds in medical practice so far as to gain any eminence, or the competence of a common laborer. MARAT WAS A HORSE DOCTOR. The most remarkable thing respecting this noted man occurred at his birth. _He was born triplets!_