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 found him about ten minutes before lecture in the museum, looking over his preparations for lecture—rather a dangerous time we should have said for consultation. “I am afraid, Sir,” said the pupil, “ that I have a polypus in my nose, and T want you to look at it.” No answer ; but when he had sorted his preparations, he said: “Eh? What!” The pupil repeated his request. “Then stand upon your head; don’t you see that all the light here comes from a skylight? How am I too look up your nose? Where do you live?” “ Bartholomew Close.” “What time do you get up?” “At eight.” «That can’t be then.” “ What, Sir?” “You cannot be at Bedford Row at nine.” “ Yes, Sir, IT will” “To-morrow, morning, then.” The pupil was punctual. Mr, Abernethy made a most careful examination of his nose, entered into the canses and nature of polypi, assured him that there was nothing of the sort, and exacted from him a promise that he would never look into his nose again, The gen- tleman, in his letter to me, adds: “ This

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