"As for me, I made my fortune there in ten years.

Obliged to leave it now--invalid this many years; no TONE.
Tried two or three doctors in this neighborhood; heard there was a new one, had written a book on something.

Thought I would try HIM." To stop him, Staines requested to feel his pulse, and examine his tongue and eye.
"You are suffering from indigestion," said he.

"I will write you a prescription; but if you want to get well, you must simplify your diet very much." While he was writing the prescription, off went this patient's tongue, and ran through the topics of the day and into his family history again.
Staines listened politely.

He could afford it, having only this one.
At last, the first patient, having delivered an octavo volume of nothing, rose to go; but it seems that speaking an "infinite deal of nothing" exhausts the body, though it does not affect the mind; for the first patient sank down in his chair again.