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There are too many persons, who, in the words of Pougens, " ne pren- 

 nent pendant leur vie d' antre bain que celui du bapteme. " For the 

 benefit of such, it would have been well to insist upon the necessity of 

 maintaining in health and disease a sound condition of the cutaneous 

 surface. 



I trust that these remarks may serve to give the unprofessional read- 

 er an idea of the character and value of the venerable Flos Medicinae, 

 which has not yet lost all its fragrance. It is by no means the only cu- 

 riosity of medical literature. No science has had the copious bibliog- 

 raphy possessed by our own, and among these treasures are many quite 

 as curious and iuterestinor as the Regimen Sanitatis. 



Philadelphia, May 20, 1847. 



H. S. P. 



COLLEGE REMINISCENCES. 



BY AN OLD STAGER. 



"The remembrance of youth is a sigh." Persian Poet. 

 It was a cold December night, and I had just lit my last pipe, pre- 

 paratory to a philosophical meditation before retiring to bed, when I was 

 roused from my luxurious arm chair, by a quick succession of thunder- 

 ing raps at my front door. My servants had been long asleep, and I 

 went down in study mantle and slippers. I opened the door and there 

 stood a young man of about eight and twenty • — his beard was of four 

 days growth, — his hat had the regular watch-house kink, bent in on one 

 side, — his shirt collar had soil enough on it to plant turnip seed, — his 

 eyes were inflamed and shone like polished brass buttons on a seedy 

 blue coat, — the corners of his mouth were deeply stained with tobacco 

 juice, and his whole appearance bespoke the poor, drivelling inebriate. 

 As soon as he lecognized me, in a sort of hilarious chuckle, he cried 

 out, "Ha! old codger, I have got you at last ! — how d'ye do, old fel- 

 low ?" I shrunk back. " What, old chap, I see you don't know me ! 

 — a little altered since you saw me last, — don't you remember the poet 

 of No. — , in old Nassau Hall ? the Sophomore, who led his whole 

 class in Greek; the Junior, who distanced all competitors in Mathemat- 

 ics; and the Senior, who walked over the course with most of the hon- 

 ors ? don't you remember the writer of the Honoriads — the orator of 

 the Societies, — the favorite of the ladies, — the presiding genius of all 

 convivial clubs, — the author of all the mischief — and the bore of the 

 Faculty, — I say, old codger, don't you remember ? " " Stop, Gor- 

 don, — I know you well enough, and am very sorry to see you in such 

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