ABSTRACT
DURING his fit, the surgeon came with his instruments and dressings; and having in vain attempted to restore him, by sprinkling water in his face, and by the application of hartshorn to his nose and temples; he took some blood from him, whereon he opened his eyes, and began to breathe with freedom. He then examined his wound, which was a little above his forehead, and declared it so slight, as scarce to be an excuse for keeping his chamber. The surgeon, having dressed it, received his fee and retired. And my father, ringing for the drawer, ordered up a flask of Burgundy, with a cold fowl, oyl and vinegar.
