He can neither walk nor speak." "Oh," said one of the party, who knew that a resurrection Doctor resided in the next street, "I'll remove that nuisance, if that's all you have to complain of; only lend me a sack, and I'll sell him." A sack was produced, and the Bacchanalian, who almost appeared void of animation, was without much difficulty thrust into it.

"Give me a lift," said the frolicsome blade, and away he went with the load.

On arriving at the doctor's door, he pulled the night bell, when the Assistant made his appearance, not un-accustomed to this sort of nocturnal visitant.
~153~~holding up a bag, "and it was taken off his shoulder as he went along Mercer-street, so he can't say nothing at all.
"I have brought you a subject--all right." "Come in.

What is it, a man or a woman ?" "A man." "Down with him--that corner.

D----n it, I was fast asleep.
"Call for the sack in the morning, will you, for I want to get to bed." "With all my heart." Then going to a drawer, and bringing the customary fee, "Here, (said he) be quick and be off." This was exactly what the other wanted; and having secured the rubbish,{1} the door was shut upon him.