still half open, seemed

'By heavens'' exclaimed Pattison, who was

first able to speak, 'it's Watty!'

"It is Watty himself, by all that's amazing! said I. For mercy's sake, gentlemen, close his eyes that he may not see us; and tie him to the table, or he'll be sure to get up, and run off.'

"It was, indeed, the real Wee Watty at last; who, having caught an inflammation, by overexertion among the curlers, had died suddenly, and fell at last, into the hands of those very doctors whom he had so often successfully defeated."

"Ha, ha! a pleasant story enough," said I, "but somewhat coarse, like yourself, doctor."

"Hold your tongue, Dominie," said he, "every body is not like you; and it's an excellent story for a change and as to what you call coarseness,

I refer you to some of the first periodicals of the day, who

"Hush!-but is there any more?"

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Only that I shall never forget the jubilee we of the anatomy class held upon the occasion, nor the everlasting credit and fame which yet attach to us, for having, at last, got hold of such a valu. able subject as Wee Watty."

COURTING BY PROXY.

SOLON SENSITIVE was the son of a tailor, who by an unwearied attention to his calling had amassed what might be called a handsome competence. Still, however, he carried on business, for the sake of his son, whom he expected to exhibit, in his own elastic person, the ever-varying fashions in dress, for the information of his numerous customers; but, like the plant from which he derived his name, Solon shrank from observation, and was scarcely ever to be seen in the shop, which so exasperated his father, that he condemned him to the drudgery of the shop

board, in which he continued till his father's death.

Solon being now his own master, became more and more retiring, and, at length, found himself unable to face any of his customers. The business was consequently left to the management of his foreman, who, having been long in Mr. Sensitive's employ, was quite able to undertake the reins of government. Time rolled on, and Solon began to feel anxious to know the state of his affairs. It was some time, however, before he could muster courage sufficient to demand a statement of accounts from his acting manager, and when the day appointed for a general settlement arrived, he found, to his dismay, that his honest manager had decamped, carrying with him cash to a large amount !

After this event, Solon was never seen in London, excepting by two individuals, viz. his old housekeeper and his early friend, Jack Linton,

a rattle-brained, harem-scarem fellow, who was always endeavouring to "draw" Solon "out," or, in other words, to show him what he called "life."

The idea of being pointed at in the streets, as the unfortunate gentleman who had been plundered to the extent of £1500, was more than Solon's philosophy could bear. In vain did his father's intimate friends call to condole with him ; he was invisible-inaccessible.

He now began to feel his situation by no means an enviable one, and by the advice and assistance of his friend Jack Linton, disposed of his stock in trade, and took refuge in the retired village of Grimstead. Linton was, as usual, his agent in this matter, and engaged him a snug little cottage in the most retired part of the village. Hither Solon repaired, at an advanced hour of the evening, and quietly took possession of his mansion, without either seeing, or being seen, by