M MISCELL A N Y.

THE INCURABLE.
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Now doctor, don't you think am on the
mending hand-mayn't | 60 out soon"


No. say, unless you shut up that mouth
of yours


Why, doctor, feel considerable better
and, doctor, | ate mince pie this morn
ing


sWhat! mince d madam y


tWhy, doctor kinder handkered arter it.,
and you said, doctor, when felt as though
could take little something that was
nice and light, might just smell of it, and
kinder taste it DOCTOR


sAnd so you ate mince pie ?


Yes, doctor, and leetle custard, very
leetep


I'ts wonder madam, if you don't die
after it. Why didn't you swollow pound
of bulletsi'


sWhy, doctor, physician once told me
always to eat when felt an appetite
Shut up, shut up, madam What do ]
care for your physician y


sWhy, would you advise me to say no
thing at all, doctor. 1t does me So much
good to talk


Good, it will be your death YETI


tWhy, must say. should hate terribly
to have the lock-jaw.'


'Umph you would be sure to talk in
your sleep; come shut up


why, now, there's DIR. B, who
can cure any thing. He'd let me eat mince
pies: don't you think, doctor, little balm
or catnip tea taken externally, would take
the oppression off my stomach--ah, doctor
don't you know. Shall call in DR.. B.
to advise you ....


There's one thing he can't cure. II h,
can, say send for him, madam


what pray, what is it, dear doctor,
want to know p


HE can'tmakea a blister that viii preven
your everlasting tongue from.c lick--clicl
I-clacking. Good day, madam,.'