bandages were applied, the doctor sunk with a sigh, as of relief, upon
a chair, and assured the young man that he only needed rest for the
present, and in a day or two might return to his friends.

"I would rather lose six ordinary patients than you, Tom Pownal," he
said. "Why you are my beau ideal of a merchant, the Ionic capital of
the pillar of trade. Now, let not your mind be

'Tossing on the ocean;
There, where your argosies with portly sail,
Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood;
Or, as it were the pageants of the sea,
Do overpower the petty traffickers.'

Quiet, my dear boy, both of mind and body, are your indispensables. I
want you to understand that:

'I tell thee what, Antonio--
love thee, and It is my love that speaks.'"

Pownal promised to be very obedient, in consideration whereof the
doctor guaranteed he should receive great satisfaction from his wound.
"You shall see for yourself," he said, "how beautifully it will heal.
To a scientific eye, and under my instruction you shall get one, there
is something delightful in witnessing the granulations. We may say of
Nature, as Dr. Watts sings of the honey-bee:

'How skillfully she builds her cell,
How neat she stores the wax!'