He had gone out to get something to do him good after a hard night, a Seidlitz powder, or something of that sort, and an apothecary's apprentice had given him prussic acid in mistake.' 'And how is it possible he should have come to life after taking prussic acid ?' 'Why, there I have a double rap at the trade.

The prussic acid is so bad of its kind, that it only puts him into a kind of torpor for a week.

Then we have the trial of the apothecary's boy; that is an excellent episode, and gives me a grand hit at the absurdity of our criminal code.' 'Why, Charley, it seems to me that you are hitting at everything.' 'Oh! ah! right and left, that's the game for us authors.

The press is the only _censor morum_ going now--and who so fit?
Set a thief to catch a thief, you know.

Well, I have my hit at the criminal code, and then Sir Anthony comes out of his torpor.' 'But how did it come to pass that the Baron's sword was all bloody ?' 'Ah, there was the difficulty; I saw that at once.