"Um!" "Um!" "A strange system, Dr. Morgan," said Dr. Dosewell, recovering his cheerful smile, but with a curl of contempt in it, "and would soon do for the druggists." "Serve 'em right. The druggists soon do for the patients." "Sir!" "Sir!" _Dr. Dosewell_, (with dignity.)--"You don't know, perhaps, Dr. Morgan, that I am an apothecary as well as a surgeon. In fact," he added, with a certain grand humility, "I have not yet taken a diploma, and am but Doctor by courtesy." _Dr. Morgan._--"All one, sir! Doctor signs the death-warrant--'pothecary does the deed!" _Dr. Dosewell_, (with a withering sneer.)--"Certainly we don't profess to keep a dying man alive upon the juice of the deadly upas-tree." _Dr. Morgan_, (complacently.)--"Of course you don't. There are no poisons with us. That's just the difference between you and me, Dr. Dosewell!" _Dr. Dosewell_, (pointing to the homoeopathist's travelling pharmacopoeia, and with affected candor.)--"Indeed, I have always said that if you can do no good, you can do no harm, with your infinitesimals." Dr. Morgan, who had been obtuse to the insinuation of poisoning, fires up violently at the charge of doing no harm. "You know nothing about it! I could kill quite as many people as you, if I chose it; but I don't choose." _Dr. Dosewell_, (shrugging up his shoulders.)--"Sir! 'tis no use arguing; the thing's against common sense. In short, it is my firm belief that it is--is a complete--" _Dr. Morgan._--"A complete what?" _Dr. Dosewell_, (provoked to the utmost.)--"Humbug!" _Dr. Morgan._--"Humbug! Cott in heaven! You old--" _Dr. Dosewell._--"Old what, sir?" _Dr. Morgan_, (at home in a series of alliteral vowels, which none but a Cymbrian could have uttered without gasping.)--"Old allopathical anthropophagite!" _Dr. Dosewell_, (starting up, seizing by the back the chair on which he had sate, and bringing it down violently on its four legs)--"Sir!" _Dr. Morgan_, (imitating the action with his own chair.)--"Sir!" _Dr. Dosewell._--"You're abusive." _Dr. Morgan._--"You're impertinent." _Dr. Dosewell._--"Sir!" _Dr. Morgan._--"Sir!" The two rivals fronted each other. They were both athletic men, and fiery men. Dr. Dosewell was the taller, but Dr. Morgan was the stouter. Dr. Dosewell on the mother's side was Irish; but Dr. Morgan on both sides was Welsh. All things considered, I would have backed Dr. Morgan if it had come to blows. But, luckily for the honor of science, here the chambermaid knocked at the door, and said, "The coach is coming, sir." Dr. Morgan recovered his temper and his manners at that announcement. "Dr. Dosewell," said he, "I have been too hot--I apologize." "Dr. Morgan," answered the allopathist, "I forgot myself. Your hand, sir." _Dr. Morgan._--"We are both devoted to humanity, though with different opinions. We should respect each other." _Dr. Dosewell._--"Where look for liberality, if men of science are illiberal to their brethren?"