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explained in them, with an account of what 

 I beheved were Mr. Hunter's opinions re- 

 specting life ; and to me, it would have 

 seemed wise in the opposite party to have 

 suffered these lectures gradually to have sunk 



ject. When I first attended St. Bartholomew's Hospi- 

 tal, one of the old surgeons was a most benevolent man, 

 whom all the patients loved. There was a little boy of 

 five years old, whom this surgeon was to cut for the 

 stone. The boy complained loudly, and struggled much, 

 during the introduction of an instrument, which was 

 but a preparatory step to the operation. The old man 

 patted the child on the check and said, "You know, 

 my good little boy, that I would not hurt you if I could 

 help it." — "I know it, Sir," said the child, "and! 

 will cry no more." He underwent a severe and tedious 

 operation. His teeth were clinched, his lips M'ere v/&rk^ 

 ing, yet no soard was heard. — A few weeks ago, an 

 emaciated and very sickly child of seven years old was 

 sent into the hospital to have a diseased knee removed. 

 The case was indeed hopeless. When the little patient 

 had become familiar with his new abode and attendants, 

 and certain circumstances known with respect to his 

 health which it was proper should be ascertained, I said 

 to the child, ior I knew not whether he had been ap- 

 prized of his doom, " I suppose, n)y little fellow, that 

 you M'ould not mind having this knee renjovcd, which 

 has pained you so much, and made you so very ill." — 

 " Oh, no," replied he, " for mammy has told me that I 

 ought." At the time of the operation he manifested 

 neither hesitation nor opposition, nor did the voice of 

 complaint issue fi'om his lips. 



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