CHARLES WATERT0N, ESQ. 



XXXIX 



Having done the needful to it (secundum 

 artem) for one and twenty days, he seemed satisfied 

 with the progress which he had made ; and he 

 said, quite coolly, " I'll finish you off, this 

 afternoon." 



At four o'clock, post meridian, his bandages, his 

 plasters, and his wadding having been placed on 

 the table in regular order, he doff 'd his coat, tucked 

 his shirt above his elbows, and said, that a glass of 

 ale would do him good. " Then I'll have a glass 

 of sodawater with you," said I ; iS and well drink 

 each other's health, and success to the under- 

 taking." 



The remaining act was one of unmitigated 

 severity : but it was absolutely necessary. 



My sister, Eliza, foreseeing what was to take 

 place, felt her spirits sinking, and retired to her 

 room. Her maid, Lucy Barnes, bold as a little 

 lioness, said she would see it out ; whilst Mr. 

 Harrison, a fine young gentleman who was on a 

 visit to me, (and alas, is since dead in California) 

 was ready in case of need. 



The bone-setter performed his part with resolu- 

 tion scarcely to be contemplated ; but which was 

 really required under existing circumstances. 



Laying hold of the crippled arm just above the 

 elbow, with one hand, and below it with the other, 



