"O God, have you come to haunt me here, John Tommins, L.R.C.P.? O is it with pills, or senna and salts, your 'shake up the bottle' and mess Of slops, to avenge for the deed I've done? have mercy and I'll confess! O pester me not to swallow your stuff, I will not allow you to bleed! O spare me Tommins, I'm guilty, guilt, is what I'm about to plead!" The doctor shrank with a searching gaze, that clung to the startled ghost, In doubt awhile, for the rounded lines of his manhood's prime were lost, Till memory striking the evil past, the doctor's eye did trace, With a shock to his heart, the Writ MacFee of the most remarkable case! His memory jarred on the Probate Court, with all its sorrowful shame, Disastrous check, to his early hopes, of honor, and medical fame, And with a potion of pity, and hate, he knew the furrowy face Of the grim, of the Writ MacFee, Q.C., of the most remarkable case. The bloom of his pampered nose was gone, 'twas shrivelled, and pinched, and shrunk! His adipose peach of cheek, was fled, 'twas lean, and withered, and sunk, A derelict there; by the prosperous port of wealth, and power, and place, He lay the identical Writ MacFee, of the most remarkable case! [Illustration] "O spare me doctor! for I'll confess,--I should have been in your place. As the treacherous co-respondent, of the most remarkable case, T'was I, was the homestead wrecker, but never as Writ MacFee, I played me, a knave's deception, as Tommins, L.R.C.P.! I bought from a needy super, the beard, moustaches, and wig, I managed to coach my tailor, to model me in your rig, And thus I received a welcome, to lunch, and dinner, and tea, As Tommins the medical doctor, but never as Writ MacFee. O Doctor Tommins have mercy! I beg to legacy thee, With thirty tickets of pawn to name, of Writ MacFee, Q.C. In a brief bag under the bed, tied up in a worn-out wig, You will find a memento there, of mock æsthetical rig, The spats and the collar and vest, I wore when I went to see, The Lady Monica Pendigrew, as Tommins, L.R.C.P. O Doctor Tommins forgive! the cost and the foul disgrace, Of debt, for the illsome guilt, of the most remarkable case, O Doctor Tommins have grace!" he rose with a greedy stare, And gripped with his reedy fists, the mat of his weedy hair! Then moaning a hungry sigh, for life, with a choking breath, He fell with accusing cry, "O Tommins you've brought me death! But I won't have a pauper's coffin! so give me a decent show-- Whew!--eh--what's this? O thunder thun--un--der and lightning----Oh! Ah!--mercy me Lud! O mercy! thun--un--der an' light--ning----Oh!! It's a sine die, the morrow for me, Ah! mercy me Lud, Oh!----Oh!"