John Bulwer, M.D. was author of many books, the most curious of which were his "Anthropo Metamorphoses," and "Pathomyotomia." We might conclude he was of Irish extraction; St. Patrick, the old song says, "ne'er shut his eyes to complaints," and Bulwer in his "Instructions to the Deaf and Dumb," tells us they are intended "to bring those who are so born to _hear_ the sound of words with their _eyes!_"--_Wadd's Memoirs_. * * * * * CRANIOLOGY. Philosophy is a very pleasant thing, and has various uses; one is, that it makes us laugh; and certainly there are no speculations in philosophy, that excite the risible faculties, more than some of the serious stories related by fanciful philosophers.--One man cannot think with the left side of his head; another, with the sanity of the right side judges the insanity of the left side of his head. Zimmerman, a very grave man, used to draw conclusions as to a man's temperament, from his _nose!_--not from the size or form of it, but the peculiar sensibility of the organ; while some have thought, that the temperature of the atmosphere might be accurately ascertained by the state of its tip! and Cardan considered _acuteness of the organ_ a sure proof of genius!--_Ibid_. * * * * * WILSON THE PAINTER. The late Mr. Christie, the auctioneer, while selling a collection of pictures, having arrived at a _chef-d'oeuvre_ of Wilson's, was expatiating with his usual eloquence on its merits, quite unaware that Wilson himself had just before entered the room. "This gentlemen, is one of Mr. Wilson's Italian pictures; he cannot paint anything like it now." "That's a lie!" exclaimed the irritated artist, to Mr. Christie's no small discomposure, and to the great amusement of the company; "he can paint infinitely better." * * * * * SCOTCH DEGREE. A few years since, a vain old country surgeon obtained a diploma to practice, and called on Dr. H----, of Bath, with the important intelligence. At dinner, the doctor asked his new brother, if the form of diplomas ran now in the same style as at the early commencement of those honours? "Pray Sir, what might that form be?" says the surgeon, "I'll give it to you," replied our Galen, when stepping to his daughter's harpsichord, he sung the following prophecy of the Witches to _Macbeth_: He must, he must, He shall, he shall Spill much more blood And become worse, To make his title good. "That, sir, was the true ancient mode of conferring a Scotch degree on Dr. Macbeth." G.J.Y. * * * * * THREE FACES. Three faces wears the doctor; when first sought An angel's--and a god's the cure half wrought; But when, that cure complete, he seeks his fee, The devil looks then less terrible than he.