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FJUsi the Spirit of he Times. A Question satisfactorily Answered.

 Reading in late number of the Spirit, the good joke concerning a medical studeBi who was steamed through his examination, 1 am reminded Of an incident related to me by the late Commodore Stevens, Of the Navy. that came off during the examination of the brave officer who IS now in command of the U. s. steamer SPitiire, on the coast of Mex leo.

 Capt. TatnslI then Midshipman Tatnall, and very modest, retiring young gentle man. was called up lo be orerhanled, when the following dialogue between rough, jolly old Commodore, the senior officer present, and himself, occurred-viz:

 Commodore.-Mr TatnalI, what would be your course, supposing you were of lee shore, the wind blowing gale, both anchors and your rudder gone, all your canvass car ried away, and your ship scudding rapidly towards the breakers' Tatnall--I cannot conceive. sir, that such combination of disasters could possibly be- fal ship, iu one voyage. Com.-fut, tut, young gentleman, (said the old sea.dog, seyerely.l we must have your opinion, supposing such case to have actually occurred

 :! T.-Well, sir; sails all carried away, did you say. sir?

 l Com.-Aye. all--every rag ! T.-Anchors gone, sir' 1 Com.-Aye, not an uncommon case l T.-No rudder either, sir' l Com.-Aye, rudder unshipped! 1 Here the young officer dropped his head i despondingly, upou his breast, and the old salt continued, sharply i Come, sir, what would you do with your ship:

 Tainall (raising his head)-Id iet her go ] 10 -, SIT, ,ehere Shc ought to go' ! Com Right. sir, right Nlr, Clerk, enroll Mir Tatnall as a Passed .Hidshipman. { The Liver-pIe Doctor. ! The Courier des Eiafs UHis relates the ] following:

 1 Dr. K of Strausburg, persuaded of the | fact that medicine is an experimental science, adopts no particular system of therapeutics and receives whatever lessons chance may present, with religious delerence.

 Some lime since, his house-joiner, attack ed with inflammation of the lungs, earnestly entreated Tor something to eat.

 Alas! the poor man, to all appearances, will sup with Pluto; this evening" said the disciple of Hippocrates; let him be served with his last earthly repast.' i But, doctoi,' exclaimed the wife of the dvmg man, she asks for fat liver pie Give him whatever he requests. my good woman. and esiesm yourself happy Tn having 1t in your power to administer to the last wish of your husband

 Eight days after, Dector K returned to the loiner's ta learn from his wife how the brave man had met the last enemy, when, to his surprise, he found him wholly restored

 Immediately, he drew forth his memoran- dunn and wrote: For inflammation of the lungs. fat liver pie. -.-.--.----..-...- Now, il happened thaI at the moment the sayant doctor had effected this marvellous cure upon his honse-loiner, his lock-smith

 was suddenly attacked with the same com. plan.. Choking with an eiiusion of blood from the chest, the poor man was about to render np his spirit, when the doctor eoneei-

 ved the happy idea of administering to him

 the new remedy, ia. liver pie. | On the morrow he returned to ascertain

 the improvement in his patient, when, to In:

 sstonshment, he found that the unfortunate

 locksmith had gone to manufacture keys fol Si. Peter.

 Monsieur le Doctor said the wife of tht

 defanci. with sobs and moans, ii IS you tha

 have killed him with your fat liver ple ht

 died choked with the secoad mouthtul.' He IS dead, you say, my brave woman

 That changes some what the case,' continued

 the imperturbable doctor; and opening hr

 memorandum, he wrote this scientific aPhor ism: Inflammation of the lungs: fat liver pie --Good for house-loiners, bad for lock smiths

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