Next day, boy calls: "Very sorry--his mistake--immense business--great many parcels to deliver--Mr.Sawyer's compliments--late Nockemorf." The name gets known, and that's the thing, my boy, in the medical way.

Bless your heart, old fellow, it's better than all the advertising in the world.

We have got one four-ounce bottle that's been to half the houses in Bristol, and hasn't done yet.' 'Dear me, I see,' observed Mr.Winkle; 'what an excellent plan!' 'Oh, Ben and I have hit upon a dozen such,' replied Bob Sawyer, with great glee.

'The lamplighter has eighteenpence a week to pull the night-bell for ten minutes every time he comes round; and my boy always rushes into the church just before the psalms, when the people have got nothing to do but look about 'em, and calls me out, with horror and dismay depicted on his countenance.

"Bless my soul," everybody says, "somebody taken suddenly ill! Sawyer, late Nockemorf, sent for.