“Sir Richard was very rough and harsh in manner. He said to a patient, to whom he had been very rude, ‘_Sir, it is my way_.’ ‘Then,’ replied the patient, pointing to the door, ‘I beg you will make _that your way_.’ Sir Richard was not very nice in his mode of expression, and would frequently astonish a patient with a volley of oaths. Nothing used to make him swear more than the eternal question, ‘What may I eat?—Pray, Sir Richard, may I eat a muffin?’ ‘Yes, Madam, the _best thing_ you can take.’ ‘O dear! I am glad of that. But, Sir Richard, you told me the other day, that it was the _worst_ thing I could eat!’ ‘What would be proper for me to eat to-day?’ says another lady. ‘Boiled turnips.’ ‘Boiled turnips! you forget, Sir Richard, I told you I could not bear boiled turnips.’ ‘Then, Madam, you must have a d—— d vitiated appetite.’” We cannot help bringing before our readers the following well-known “characters” of their day, and should have indulged in more ample quotations from these amusing “Epitaphs,” were we not afraid of the imputation of “inappropriateness.” “_On a most venerable and highly venerated Surgeon, lately deceased_. ‘Multis ille bonis flebilis occidit, Nulli flebilior quam mihi.’—HOR. “Of manners gentle, and in soul sincere, Removed beyond this sublunary sphere, Here lies an honest man! Endued with caution, yet devoid of fear, In practice dexterous, in judgment clear— Excel him if you can!” To this, we think, may be affixed the name of Henry Cline! [p334] “CHARLES GOWER, M.D. ‘Discours de bons mots!’ “Ye sons of humour, of frolic, and fun, This stone will inform you that Gower is gone. Poor Gower! eccentric, facetious, and funny, Lik’d nothing so well as other men’s money. Alas! he is gone—’tis hard to say where, The victim of mirth, imprudence, and care. Where’er he is gone, his companions he’ll smoke, For, cost what it will—he will have his joke. “‘I knew him well, Horatio!’” exclaims our Author—“‘a fellow of infinite jest!’—Chairman of the St. Alban’s Club, where oft ‘he set the table on a roar.’—And who did not know this eccentric oddity? Gower had considerable talents, but they were directed every way but the right. He made medicine a plaything, never being steady in professional pursuits. He wrote several singular books: one he entitled ‘Auxiliaries to Medicine;’ another, ‘The Art of Painting;’ both of which pourtray the character of their author. His unsteadiness led him into difficulties, and he died in obscurity.” “DALMAHOY. ‘Thrice happy were those golden days of old, When dear as burgundy p’tisans were sold.’ “Dalmahoy sold infusions and lotions, Decoctions, and gargles, and pills; Electuaries, powders, and potions, Spermaceti, salts, scammony, squills. Horse-aloes, burnt alum, agaric, Balm, benzoine, blood-stone, and dill; Castor, camphor, and acid tartaric, With _specifics_ for every ill.