his assistance. This gentleman, as sometimes happens to those of the
learned professions, had rather more lore than knowledge, and began to
talk of the sinciput and occiput, and cerebrum and cerebellum, until
he exhausted David Ramsay's brief stock of patience.

"Bell-um! bell-ell-um!" he repeated, with great indignation; "What
signify all the bells in London, if you do not put a plaster on the
child's crown?"

Master George, with better-directed zeal, asked the apothecary whether
bleeding might not be useful; when, after humming and hawing for a
moment, and being unable, upon the spur of the occasion, to suggest
any thing else, the man of pharmacy observed, that it would, at all
events, relieve the brain or cerebrum, in case there was a tendency to
the depositation of any extravasated blood, to operate as a pressure
upon that delicate organ.

Fortunately he was adequate to performing this operation; and, being
powerfully aided by Jenkin Vincent (who was learned in all cases of
broken heads) with plenty of cold water, and a little vinegar, applied
according to the scientific method practised by the bottle-holders in
a modern ring, the man began to raise himself on his chair, draw his
cloak tightly around him, and look about like one who struggles to
recover sense and recollection.

"He had better lie down on the bed in the little back closet," said
Mr. Ramsay's visitor, who seemed perfectly familiar with the
accommodations which the house afforded.

"He is welcome to my share of the truckle," said Jenkin,--for in the