We have still something to learn in curing diseases; but at making light of them to the dying, and other branches of amiable mendacity, we are masters." As soon as he was gone, the comely young hostess began on her patient.
"Dear heart, sir, was it really you as was blowed up with gunpowder ?" "Indeed it was, and not many hours ago.

It seems like a dream." "Well, now, who'd think that, to look at you?
Why, you are none the worse for, by a scratch or two, and dear heart, I've seen a young chap bring as bad home, from courting, in these parts; and wed the lass as marked him--within the year." "Oh, it is not the scratches; but feel my hand, how it trembles.

And it used to be as firm as a rock; for I never drink." "So it do, I declare.

Why, you do tremble all over; and no wonder, poor soul.

Come you in this minut, and sit down a bit by the fire, while I go and make the room ready for you." But, as soon as he was seated by the fire, the current began to flow again.