We are coming nearer it now.

Mightn't the parson's medicines be good if he were bad just as well as the doctor's ?" "Less likely still, I think," said Willie.

"The words might be all of the right sort, but they would be like medicines that had lain in his drawers or stood in his bottles till the good was all out of them." "You're coming very near to the difference of preparation I wanted to point out to you," said Mr Shepherd.

"It is this: that the physician of men's _selves_, commonly called _souls_, must have taken and must keep taking the medicine he carries about with him; while the less the doctor wants of his the better." "I see, I see," cried Willie, whom a fitting phrase, or figure, or form of expressing a thing, pleased as much as a clever machine--"I see! It's all right! I understand now." "But," Mr Shepherd went on, "your father carries about both sorts of medicines in his basket.

He is such a healthy man that I believe he very seldom uses any of his own medicines; but he is always taking some of the other sort, and that's what makes him fit to carry them about.