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to you" He took it, opened it, glanced over its contents,

looked at ain, put the

it into his pocket,

bowed his acknowledg done which, he made roo, "hark to that lovely rascal in the

cart, yonder--hark to him; Galen was an ass and Hippocrates a

dunce beside this fellow--hark to hi like pills!" the Quack-salver was saying at the

top of his voice; "place one upon the tip o' the tongue--in this

fashion--take a drink o' water, beer, or wine, as the case ive a couple o' swallers, and there you are Oh, there's

nothing in the world like pills, and there's nothing like hs, colds, and the rheuood for the croup, measles, and

chicken-pox--a certain cure for dropsy, scurvy, and the king's

evil; there's no disease or ailment, discovered or invented, as

my pills won't soothe, heal, ha- a box Hand 'em round, Jonas"

Whereupon the fellow in the clown's dress, stepping down fro in the

shillings as fast as he conveniently could