ANECDOTES OF THE FACULTY.

_Quacks._

We are not without plenty of ignorant and impudent pretenders at the

present day; but the celebrated Mrs. Mapp, the bone-setter of Epsom,

surpasses them all. She was the daughter of a man named Wallis, a

bone-setter at Hindon, in Wiltshire, and sister to the celebrated "Polly

Peachem," who married the Duke of Bolton. Upon some _family quarrel_,

Sally Wallis left her professional parent, and wandered up and down the

country in a miserable manner, calling herself "Crazy Sally," and pursuing,

in her perambulations, a course that fairly justified the title. Arriving

at last at Epsom, she succeeded in humbugging the worthy bumpkins of that

place, so decidedly, that a subscription was set on foot to keep her among

them; but her fame extending to the metropolis, the dupes of London, a

numerous class then as well as now, thought it no trouble to go ten miles

to see the conjuror, till at length, she was pleased to bless the afflicted

of London with her presence, and once a week drove to the Grecian

Coffee-house, in a coach and six with out-riders! and all the appearance of

nobility. It was in one of these journeys, passing through Kent-street, in

the Borough, that being taken for a certain woman of quality from the

Electorate in Germany, a great mob followed, and bestowed on her many

bitter reproaches, till madame, perceiving some mistake, looked out of the

window, and accosted them in this gentle manner, "D----n your bloods, don't

you know me? I am Mrs. Mapp, the _bone-setter!_" Upon which, they instantly

changed their revilings into loud huzzas.

_Wadd's Mems., Maxims, and Memoirs._

_Dr. Radcliffe._

Among the many singularities related of Radcliffe, it has been noticed,

that when he was in a convivial party, he was unwilling to leave it, even

though sent for by persons of the highest distinction. Whilst he was thus

deeply engaged at a tavern, he was called on by a grenadier, who desired

his immediate attendance on his _colonel_; but no entreaties could prevail

on the disciple of Esculapius to postpone his sacrifice to Bacchus. "Sir,"

quoth the soldier, "_my orders are to bring you._" And being a very

powerful man, he took him up in his arms, and carried him off per force.

After traversing some dirty lanes, the doctor and his escort arrived at a

narrow alley--"What the D----l is all this," said Radcliffe, "your colonel

don't live here?"--"No," said his military friend,--"no, my _colonel_ does

not live here--but my _comrade_ does, and he's worth _two_ of the

_colonel_,--so, by G----d, doctor, if you don't do your _best_ for _him_,

it will be the _worst_ for _you!_"

_Duels._

Many medical duels have been prevented by the difficulty of arranging the

"methodus pugnandi." In the instance of Dr. Brocklesby, the number of

paces could not be agreed upon; and in the affair between Akenside and

Ballow, one had determined never to fight in the morning, and the other

that he would never fight in the afternoon. John Wilkes, who did not stand

upon ceremony in these little affairs, when asked by Lord Talbot, "How many

times they were to fire?" replied, "just as often as your Lordship pleases;

I have brought _a bag of bullets and a flask of gunpowder_."

_William Hunter._

Dr. William Hunter used to relate the following anecdote:--During the

American war, he was consulted by the daughter of a peer, who confessed

herself pregnant, and requested his assistance; he advised her to retire

for a time to the house of some confidential friend; she said that was

impossible, as her father would not suffer her to be absent from him a

single day. Some of the servants were, therefore, let into the secret, and

the doctor made his arrangement with the treasurer of the Foundling

Hospital for the reception of the child, for which he was to pay

190l.--The lady was desired to weigh well if she could bear pain without

alarming the family by her cries; she said "Yes,"--and she kept her word.

At the usual period she was delivered, not of one child only, but of twins.

The doctor, bearing the two children, was conducted by a French servant

through the kitchen, and left to ascend the area steps into the street.

Luckily the lady's maid recollected that the door of the area might perhaps

be locked; and she followed the doctor just in time to prevent his being

detained at the gate. He deposited the children at the Foundling Hospital,

and paid for each 100l. The father of the children was a colonel of the

army, who went with his regiment to America, and died there. The mother

afterwards married a person of her own rank.

_John Hunter._

Hunter was a philosopher in more senses than one; he had philosophy enough

to bear prosperity, as well as adversity, and with a rough exterior was a

very kind man. The poor could command his services more than the rich. He

would see an industrious tradesman before a duke, when his house was full

of grandees, "you have no time to spare," he would say, "you live by it;

most of these can wait, they have nothing to do when they go home." No man

cared less for the profits of the profession, or more for the honour of

it. He cared not for money himself, and wished the Doctor [his brother

William] to estimate it by the same scale, when he sent a poor man with

this laconic note:--

"Dear Brother,--The bearer wants your advice. I do not know the

nature of the case. He has no money, and you have plenty, so you are

well met."

"Yours, J. HUNTER."

He was applied to once to perform a serious operation on a tradesman's

wife; the fee agreed upon was twenty guineas. He heard no more of the case

for two months; at the end of which time he was called upon to perform it.

In the course of his attendance, he found out that the cause of the delay

had been the difficulty under which the patient's husband had laboured to

raise the money; and that they were worthy people, who had been

unfortunate, and were by no means able to support the expense of such an

affliction. "I sent back to the husband nineteen guineas, and kept the

twentieth," said he, "that they might not be hurt with an idea of too great

obligation. It somewhat more than paid me for the expense I had been at in

the business."

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