The particular day in the life of the worthy disciple of Esculapius to
which we desire to direct the attention of the reader, was raw, coldish,
and drizzly in the morning, but cleared up towards noon; and although it
never became what could be called warm (it was the latter end of
September), it turned out a very passable sort of day on the whole--such
a day as no man could reasonably object to, unless he had some
particular purpose of his own to serve. In such case he might perhaps
have wished more rain, or probably more sunshine, as the one or the
other suited his interest; but where no such selfish motives interfered,
the day must have been generally allowed to have been a good one. The
thermometer stood at--we forget what; and the barometer indicated
"Fair."