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At the termination of this disclosure of some of the mysteries of medicine, Mr. Bob Sawyer and his friend, Ben Allen, threw themselves back in their respective chairs, and laughed boisterously. When they had enjoyed the joke to their hearts' content, the discourse changed to topics in which Mr. Winkle was more immediately interested.

We think we have hinted elsewhere, that Mr. Benjamin Allen had a way of becoming sentimental after brandy. The case is not a peculiar one, as we ourself can testify, having, on a few occasions, had to deal •with patients who have been attticled in a similar manner. At this precise period of his existence, IIr. Benjamin Allen had perhaps a greater predisposition to maudlinism than he had ever known before ; the cause of which malady was briefly this. He had been staying nearly three weeks with Mr. Bob Sawyer ; Mr. Bob Sawyer was not remarkable for temperance, nor was Mr. Benjamin Allen for the ownership of a very strong head ; and the consequence was, that, during the whole space of time just mentioned, Mr. Benjamin Allen had been wavering between intoxication partial and intoxication complete.

" My dear friend," said Mr. Ben Allen, taking advantage of Mr. Bob Sawyer's temporary absence behind the counter, whither he had retired to dispense some of the secondhand leeches, previously referred to, " my dear friend, I am very miserable."

Mr. Winkle professed his heartfelt regret to hear it, and begged to know whether he could do any thing to alleviate the sorrows of the suffering student.

" Nothing, my dear boy — nothing," said Ben. " You recollect Arabella, Winkle — my sister Arabella — a little girl, Winkle, with black eyes — when we were down at Wardle's ? I don't know whether you happened to notice her — a nice little girl, Winkle. Perhaps my fea- tures may recal her countenance to your recollection ?"

Mr. Winkle required nothing to recal the charming Arabella to his mind ; and it was rather fortunate he did not, for the features of her brother Benjamin would unquestionably have proved but an indifferent refresher to his memory. He answered, with as much calmness as he could assume, that he perfectly remembered the young lady referred to, and sincerely trusted she was in good health.

" Our friend Bob is a delightful fellow. Winkle," was the only reply of Mr. Ben Allen.

" Very," said Mr. Winkle, not much relishing this close connexion of the two names.

" 1 designed 'em for each other ; they were made for each other, sent into the world for each other, born for each other. Winkle," said Mr. Ben Allen, setting down his glass with great emphasis. " There 's a special destiny in the matter, my dear Sir; there's only five years' difference between 'em, and both their birthdays are in August."

Mr. Winkle was too anxious to hear what was to follow, to express much wonderment at this extraordinary circumstance, marvellous as it was ; so Mr. Ben Allen, after a tear or two, went on to say, that, notwith- standing all his esteem and respect and veneration for his friend,