Your blood flows sluggish in its channel--
You must get rid of all this fat,
And wear my medicated flannel.

"You'll send for me when you're in need--
My name is BROWN--your life I've saved it."
"My rival!" shrieked the invalid,
And drew a mighty sword and waved it:

"This to thy weazand, Christian pest!"
Aloud the Turk in frenzy yelled it,
And drove right through the doctor's chest
The sabre and the hand that held it.

The blow was a decisive one,
And DOCTOR BROWN grew deadly pasty,
"Now see the mischief that you've done--
You Turks are so extremely hasty.

"There are two DOCTOR BROWNS in Hooe--
HE'S short and stout, I'M tall and wizen;
You've been and run the wrong one through,
That's how the error has arisen."

The accident was thus explained,
Apologies were only heard now:
"At my mistake I'm really pained--
I am, indeed--upon my word now.

"With me, sir, you shall be interred,