meet with the music of "the good old days of Adam and Eve," consequently
have lost the enjoyment of the chorus--"Sing hey, sing ho!" It would be
too much to ask you to sing it, but perhaps you may too-te-too it in your
next. May your good intentions to the would-be Æsculapius be attended with
success.--I remain, dear Punch, your old friend,

TOBY.


ASCITES.

Abdomen swell'd, which fluctuates when struck upon the side, sirs;
Face pale and puff'd, and worse than that, with thirst and cough
beside, sirs;
Skin dry, and breathing difficult, and pains in epigastrium,
And watchfulness or partial sleep, with dreams would strike the
bravest dumb.
To cure--restore the balance of exhalants and absorbents,
With squill, blue-pill, and other means to soothe the patient's
torments.

GRINDER.

Sure this is not your climax, sir, to save from Davy's locker!

STUDENT.

Way, no,--I'd then with caution tap--when first I'd tied the knocker.
Sing hey! sing ho! if you cannot find a new plan,
In Puseyistic days like these, you'd better try a New-man.