What a business that young man has!"' At the termination of this disclosure of some of the mysteries of medicine, Mr.Bob Sawyer and his friend, Ben Allen, threw themselves back in their respective chairs, and laughed boisterously.

When they had enjoyed the joke to their heart's content, the discourse changed to topics in which Mr.Winkle was more immediately interested.
We think we have hinted elsewhere, that Mr.Benjamin Allen had a way of becoming sentimental after brandy.

The case is not a peculiar one, as we ourself can testify, having, on a few occasions, had to deal with patients who have been afflicted in a similar manner.

At this precise period of his existence, Mr.Benjamin Allen had perhaps a greater predisposition to maudlinism than he had ever known before; the cause of which malady was briefly this.

He had been staying nearly three weeks with Mr.Bob Sawyer; Mr.Bob Sawyer was not remarkable for temperance, nor was Mr.Benjamin Allen for the ownership of a very strong head; the consequence was that, during the whole space of time just mentioned, Mr.Benjamin Allen had been wavering between intoxication partial, and intoxication complete.
'My dear friend,' said Mr.Ben Allen, taking advantage of Mr.Bob Sawyer's temporary absence behind the counter, whither he had retired to dispense some of the second-hand leeches, previously referred to; 'my dear friend, I am very miserable.' Mr.Winkle professed his heartfelt regret to hear it, and begged to know whether he could do anything to alleviate the sorrows of the suffering student.
'Nothing, my dear boy, nothing,' said Ben.