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Show Rippling' I Rfoymes THE DOCTOR. The doctor felt my throbbing wrist, whoso pulsebeats seemed to lope; he said, "You have the hives, I wist, arid I'll prescribe some dope." And when I got the doctor's bill, a painful hour was mine; a sort of raw and clammy chill went sliding down my spine. I said, "It Is a sin and shame, to tax me such a sum, and I shall climb that sawbones' saw-bones' frame, when next I soe him come." And when 1 thought of all the toil It took to make hlna wise; ho studied- by the midnight oil until he sprained his eyes. He had to paw old misfit bones, and listen, by the day, to lecturers, whose musty tones would make a corpse turn gray. Ho rad to physic pauper gents to get his hand in right, and If they paid him fifty cents he wept from pure delight. He had to travel muddy roads In midnight rain and storm, while I was writing nutty odes, serene and fat and warm. Ho often lacked a goose to eat when came his Christmas day; and if he's now In Easy street, he surely fought his way. "He's charging for tho skill." I said; "'that long hard year3 have brought, and so I will not punch his head, or spoil his dome of thought." |