The Abbot

believe that clown hath the strength of a tower?he has lived fifty years in the world, and never encouraged the liberal sciences by buying one penny-worth of medicaments.?But see you that man with the facies hippocratica?' said he, pointing out a thin peasant, with swelled legs, and a most cadaverous countenance; 'that I call one of the worthiest men in the barony?he breakfasts, luncheons, dines, and sups by my advice, and not without my medicine; and, for his own single part, will go farther to clear out a moderate stock of pharmaceutics, than half the country besides.?How do you, my honest friend?' said he to the party in question, with a tone of condolence.

'Very weakly, sir, since I took the electuary,' answered the patient; 'it neighboured ill with the two spoonfuls of pease-porridge and the kirnmilk.'

'Pease-porridge and kirnmilk! Have you been under medicine these ten years, and keep your diet so ill??the next morning take the electuary by itself, and touch nothing for six hours.'?The poor object bowed, and limped off.

The next whom the Doctor deigned to take notice of, was a lame fellow, by whom the honour was altogether undeserved, for at sight of the mediciner, he began to shuffle away in the crowd as fast as his infirmities would permit.

'There is an ungrateful hound for you,' said Doctor Lundin; 'I cured him of the gout in his feet, and now he talks of the chargeableness of medicine, and makes the first use of his restored legs to fly from his physician. His podagra hath become a chiragra, as honest Martial hath it?the gout has got into his fingers, and he cannot draw his purse. Old saying and true,

Praemia cum poscit medicus, Sathan est.

We are angels when we come to cure?devils when we ask payment?but I will administer a purgation to his purse I warrant him. There is his brother too, a sordid chuff.?So ho, there! Saunders Darlet! you have been ill, I hear?'

'Just got the turn, as I was thinking to send to your honour, and I am brawly now again?it was nae great thing that ailed me.'

'Hark you, sirrah,' said the Doctor, 'I trust you remember you are owing to the laird four stones of barleymeal, and a bow of oats; and I would have you send no more such kain-fowls as you sent last season, that looked as wretchedly as patients just dismissed from a plague-hospital; and there is hard money owing besides.'

'I was thinking, sir,' said the man, more Scotico, that is, returning no direct answer on the subject on which he was addressed, 'my best way would be to come down to your honour, and take your advice yet, in case my trouble should come back.'

'Do so, then, knave,' replied Lundin, 'and remember what Ecclesiasticus saith?'Give place to the physician- let him not go from thee, for thou hast need of him.''

His exhortation was interrupted by an apparition, which seemed to strike the doctor with as much horror and surprise, as his own visage inflicted upon sundry of those persons whom he had addressed.

The figure which produced this effect on the Esculapius of the village, was that of a tall old woman, who wore a high-crowned hat and muffler. The first of these habiliments added apparently to her stature, and the other served to conceal the lower part of her face, and as the hat itself was slouched, little could be seen besides two brown cheek-bones, and the eyes of swarthy fire, that gleamed from under two shaggy gray eyebrows. She was dressed in a long dark-coloured robe of unusual fashion, bordered at the skirts, and on the stomacher, with a sort of white trimming resembling the Jewish phylacteries, on which were wrought the characters of some unknown language. She held in her hand a walking staff of black ebony.

'By the soul of Celsus,' said Doctor Luke Lundin, 'it is old Mother Nicneven herself?she hath come to beard me within mine own bounds, and in the very execution of mine office! Have at thy coat, Old Woman, as the song says?Hob Anster, let her presently be seized and committed to the tolbooth; and if there are any zealous brethren here who would give the hag her deserts, and duck her, as a witch, in the loch, I pray let them in no way be hindered.'

But the myrmidons of Dr. Lundin showed in this case no alacrity to do his bidding. Hob Anster even ventured to remonstrate in the name of himself and his brethren. 'To be sure he was to do his honour's bidding; and for a' that folks said about the skill and witcheries of Mother Nicneven, he would put his trust in God, and his hand on her collar, without dreadour. But she was no common spaewife, this Mother Nicneven, like Jean Jopp that lived in the Bricrie-baulk. She had lords and lairds that would ruffle for her. There was Moncrieff of Tippermalloch, that was Popish, and the laird of Carslogie, a kend Queen's man, were in the fair, with wha kend how mony swords and bucklers at their back; and they would be sure to make a break-out if the officers meddled with the auld Popish witch-wife, who was sae weel friended; mair especially as the laird's best men, such as were not in the castle, were in Edinburgh with him, and he doubted his honour the Doctor would find ower few to make a good backing, if blades were bare.'

The doctor listened unwillingly to this prudential counsel, and was only comforted by the faithful promise of his satellite, that 'the old woman should,' as he expressed it, 'be ta'en canny the next time she trespassed on the bounds.'

'And in that event,' said the Doctor to his companion, 'fire and fagot shall be the best of her welcome.'

This he spoke in hearing of the dame herself, who even then, and in passing the Doctor, shot towards him from under her gray eyebrows a look of the most insulting and contemptuous superiority.

'This way,' continued the physician, 'this way,' marshalling his guest into his lodging,?'take care you stumble not over a retort, for it is hazardous for the ignorant to walk in the ways of art.'

The page found all reason for the caution; for besides stuffed birds, and lizards, and snakes bottled up, and bundles of simples made up, and other parcels spread out to dry, and all the confusion, not to mention the mingled and sickening smells, incidental to a druggist's stock in trade, he had also to avoid heaps of charcoal crucibles, bolt-heads, stoves, and the other furniture of a chemical laboratory.

Amongst his other philosophical qualities, Doctor Lundin failed not to be a confused sloven, and his old dame housekeeper, whose life, as she said, was spent in 'redding him up,' had trotted off to the mart of gaiety with other and younger folks. Much chattering and jangling therefore there was among jars, and bottles, and vials, ere the Doctor produced the salutiferous potion which he recommended so strongly, and a search equally long and noisy followed, among broken cans and cracked pipkins, ere he could bring forth a cup out of which to drink it. Both matters being at length achieved, the Doctor set the example to his guest, by quaffing off a cup of the cordial, and smacking his lips with approbation as it descended his gullet.?Roland, in turn, submitted to swallow the potion which his host so earnestly recommended, but which he found so insufferably bitter, that he became eager to escape from the laboratory in search of a draught of fair water to expel the taste. In spite of his efforts, he was