The curate, though, is a handsome dog, and, like yourself, it was my wife sent me here." "Is your wife a cripple ?" "Faith, anything but that." "How is her tongue?
No paralysis in that quarter ?" "On the contrary, she is calm and soft-spoken, and perfectly sweet and angelic in her manner." "But was it in consequence of the famine she sent you here?
Toast and water!--toast and water! O Lord!" This dialogue took place in Manifold's lodgings, where Topertoe, aided by a crutch and his servant, was in the habit of visiting him.

To Manifold, indeed, this was a penal settlement, in consequence of the reasons which we have already stated.
The Pythagorean, as well as Topertoe, was also occasionally forced to the use of crutches; and it was certainly a strange and remarkable thing to witness two men, each at the extreme point of social indulgence, and each departing from reason and common-sense, suffering from the consequences of their respective errors; Manifold, a most voracious fellow, knocked on the head by an attack of apoplexy, and Cooke, the philosopher, suffering the tortures of the damned from a most violent rheumatism, produced by a monomania which compelled him to decline the simple enjoyment of reasonable food and dress.

Cooke's monomania, however, was a rare one.

In Blackwood's Magazine there appeared, several years ago, an admirable writer, whose name we now forget, under the title of a modern Pythagorean; but that was merely a _nom de guerre_, adopted, probably, to excite a stronger interest in the perusal of his productions.

Here, however, was a man in whom the principle existed upon what he considered rational and philosophic grounds.