_Elnathan Ogle_, Anabaptist-teacher in _Morefields_ over-against the _Grasshopper_ and _Greyhound_, for want of being carefully rubb’d down by the pious females after his sudorifick exercise, had got the grease in his heels, and was so violently troubled with rheumatical pains, that he was no longer able to lay out himself for the benefit of his congregation. My _Emplastrum Anodynum_ so effectually reliev’d him by twice using of it, that he has since shifted his profession, teaches the youth of _Finsbury-fields_ to play at back-sword and quarter-staff, and has turn’d his conventicle in-for a fencing-school. _Marmaduke Thummington_, at the _Red-cow_ and _3 Travellers_ in _Barbican_, was possess’d with an obstreperous ill condition’d devil of a wife, whose everlasting clack incessantly thundering in his ears, had made him as deaf as a drum. His case was so lamentable, that a demiculverin shot over his head affected him no more than it would a man 20 miles off; he was insensible to all the betting and swearing of the loudest cock-match, that ever was fought by two contending counties; nay, at one of Mr. _Bays_’s fighting plays, would sit you as unconcern’d, as if he had been at a Quakers silent meeting. After all your _Elmys_, and other pretenders had despair’d of him, I undertook his cure, and with a few of my _Otacoustical_ drops have so intirely recover’d him, that the society of Reformers have made him their chief director, and his hearing is so strangely improved, that at an eaves-dropping at a window, he can hear oaths that were never sworn, and bawdy that was never spoke. _Richard Bentlesworth_, superintendent of a small grammar-elaboratory, in the out-skirts of the town, was so monstrously over-run with the _Scorbuticum Pedanticum_, that he used to dumfound his milk-woman with strange stories of _gerunds_ and _participles_; would decline you _domus_ in a cellar in the _Strand_ before a parcel of chimney-sweepers, and confute _Schioppius_ and _Alvarez_ to the old wall-ey’d matron, that sold him grey pease. Tho’ this strange distemper, when once it has got full possession of a man, is as hard to be cured as an hereditary-pox, yet I have absolutely recovered him; so that now he troubles the publick no more with any of his _Dutch-Latin_ dissertations; but is as quiet an author as ever was neglected by all the town, or buried in _Little-Britain_.